The Gathering
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The mansion belonged to the Romano family.
Crystal chandeliers.
Champagne fountains.
Men with predator smiles.
Lorenzo’s hand rested lightly at Elena’s back as they entered.
Possessive.
Claiming.
Whispers followed them.
“That’s her?”
“She looks innocent.”
“She won’t last.”
Elena felt every word like a blade.
A tall man approached.
Silver hair. Cold eyes.
“Lorenzo,” he greeted smoothly. “You surprise us.”
“I enjoy that.”
The man turned to Elena.
“You must be the bride.”
She extended her hand calmly.
“Elena De Luca.”
The name felt strange.
Heavy.
Permanent.
His smile didn’t reach his eyes.
“Careful, my dear. The crown you wear comes with thorns.”
She held his gaze.
“I’m not afraid of blood.”
Lorenzo’s grip tightened slightly in approval.
For the first time that evening, she felt less like prey.Two weeks into the marriage, Elena began noticing things.
Lorenzo didn’t sleep much.
He took calls at odd hours.
His study door remained locked.
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