ROSALIE's POV
It had taken me far too long to realize something was terribly wrong. I’d been so blinded, so confident, thinking I had control. But as I sat there, clad in an elegant, shimmering dress and a half-fur stole draped over my shoulders, winning the final hand at that poker table, it hit me—this was all a trap. I was being drawn into a whirlpool, and there was only one thought swirling in my mind: the consequences of my mistake. I’d leave Leo and my grandmother behind, and I’d never see Marco again. How could I have been so foolish, so utterly blind? I was preparing for my own end.
The poker table sat in a secluded area of a nightclub, a hidden room where only the wealthiest players, risking fortunes beyond imagination, were granted access. I thought Michael wanted me here to ma
