~Antonio
The chandelier above us swayed slightly, casting golden reflections across the ceiling. Tiara was tangled up with me, her head resting against my chest, her fingers lazily tracing patterns on my skin. I held her close, inhaling the faint scent of her perfume, something warm and addictive. But my mind was elsewhere.
Vivian’s threat replayed in my head like a damn broken record. You have 24 hours. End whatever relationship you have with Tiara, or I publish this damn article.
I couldn't risk this getting out. If people found out about us—especially my brother—there would be chaos. My family would be in turmoil, my business could take a hit, and Tiara… she'd bear the worst of it. The world wouldn't be kind to her.
But leaving Tiara? That was not an option.
"Antonio," she
