Sienna knew the moment she walked away from Luca that the game had changed.
Before, she had been careful—planting seeds of doubt, moving pieces behind the scenes, playing the role of the quiet, obedient pawn.
But tonight, Luca had looked at her differently.
Not as a prisoner.
Not as a possession.
But as a threat.
She had spent months learning his world, understanding his power, memorizing the way he moved and controlled everything around him.
She had always known Luca wasn’t a man who liked surprises, and now, she had become one.
And surprises in his world were dangerous.
She had to move faster.
Because the clock was ticking.
And Luca was starting to watch her too closely.
The morning light barely crept through the heavy curtains of the estate, casting long shadows across the
