Valentina's POV
My fingers moved fast across the keyboard. The penthouse was quiet except for the soft clicks and the low hum of the air conditioner.
I had been inside the CrossTech system for hours, following a trail of strange access logs. One more pattern and I might see exactly who it was.
I rubbed my eyes and leaned back for a second. My suitcase was still half-packed in the corner,I had not fully committed to staying.
But sitting here alone, I wondered if I was also running from the way Leonardo had looked at me when he said “come home.”
My phone vibrated but I ignored it and kept typing. The third vibration made me glance over, the screen lit up with notifications.
I sat down hard on the edge of the bed, my legs felt weak looking at the bar video. The clip was forty-seven
