Adriano
I knew everything. Every lie, every move, and every intention Leo had toward Azalea. He thought he was playing a clever game, slipping into her life with a false name and feeding her stories laced with charm and manipulation. “Cassian,” he called himself. How laughable.
He wanted to use her to get to me. He just didn’t realize I was already ten steps ahead.
I’d introduced Azalea at the party as my wife on purpose. Not out of affection but as a calculated move. I needed a bait, something beautiful, believable, and with just enough fire in her eyes to draw the wolves out. And she was perfect for it.
When I’d placed my hand on Azalea’s waist and announced her as my wife, I’d watched the room’s reaction like a hawk. The surprise, the envy, and the immediate plans running behind pow
