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The Proxy

The silence following the guest’s departure was louder than the shattering glass. A heavy, suffocating weight pressed into the foyer as the last taillights faded down the drive.

Leonardo didn't say a word. He grabbed my upper arm, fingers digging into the muscle, and hauled me toward the library. He threw the double doors open so hard they rebounded against the walls.

"You think you’re a martyr?" he hissed, spinning me around. His face was inches from mine. He still had his hand on my arm, his grip a bruised reminder of his panic in the dining room. He was breathing hard. His tuxedo jacket was gone and his white shirt clung to his body, ripped open at the collar. "You think dragging our filth into the light makes you the hero of this story?"

"I think it makes us even," I shot back, refusing to flinch as he loomed over me. "You wanted your perfect life, Leo. I just reminded you that the foundation is rotten."

"Enough!"

The voice didn't come from Leonardo. Camilla stood in the doorway. Her eyes were different now. Sharp, dry, and terrifyingly calm. She walked into the room, her heels clicking on the wooden floor.

"Leonardo, get away from her," Camilla commanded.

He stayed rooted for a second, his eyes scorched as they searched mine, before he finally stepped back.

"She’s a parasite, Leo," Camilla said, her voice a cold, thin blade. "And as long as you keep that b***h under your thumb, I can handle the scandal. We’ll tell everyone who came here tonight that she’s unstable. We’ll bury her in this house until she rots."

"Don't you ever call her that again." Leonardo’s voice was a low growl, an instinctive warning that vibrated in the small space between us.

Camilla’s head turned toward him. "Don't call her what? A b***h? Or are you too busy playing the protective brother to realize she’s at the verge of ending your career?"

"I’m telling you to watch your big mouth, Camilla," he warned, his jaw tight enough to break.

"Oh, God," Camilla laughed, a harsh sound. "You’re defending her. After everything, you’re still protecting the girl you used to watch through the keyhole. Are you f*****g her, Leo? Is that why you can’t let her go?"

"Jesus Christ," Leonardo breathed, the word a jagged lie. "Hell no."

"Then prove it." Camilla walked up to him, her hand sliding up his chest to grip his hair, forcing his head down. "I want the Royce name. I want this house. And I want to know that when you’re inside me, you aren't thinking of her."

I felt the air leave my lungs as Camilla leaned into his ear, her voice loud enough to pierce the silence of the library.

"f**k me, Leonardo. Right now. In the guest room next to her suite. f**k me so hard that she has to listen to every moan. I want her to know exactly what she’ll never have."

Leonardo’s eyes stayed locked on mine over Camilla’s shoulder. They were dark, swimming with a hunger that looked like agony. He didn't look at his fiancée. He looked only at me as he gripped Camilla’s waist, his knuckles turning white.

"Go to your room, Ines," he commanded, his voice a low, strangled wreck.

He didn't wait for me to move. He spun Camilla around and hauled her out of the library. I stood frozen, watching the back of his dark head as he dragged her toward the grand staircase, his movements rough and desperate.

I didn't stay to watch them climb. I ran.

Ten minutes later, I sat on the edge of the oversized bed in the Master Suite, the pearls heavy and cold against my skin. I didn't turn on the lights. I just sat in the dark, my heart hammering against my chest. The house was an old, echoing beast. The walls between the master and the guest suite were never meant for secrets.

Then, the first sound cut through the dark.

A low, guttural groan from Leonardo. A sound of pure, unadulterated release that felt like a hand around my throat.

"f**k! I’m cumming!" I heard Camilla scream.

"This is what you wanted, right?" Leo asked breathlessly.

"Don’t f*****g stop baby," Camilla kept talking.

"Not baby. Call me f*****g daddy," I heard Leo say.

"Yes Daddy, keep ramming your c**k into me."

I closed my eyes, but I could see it through the wall. I could see the way his eyes would be squeezed shut, the way his hands would be bruising Camilla’s hips, and the way he would be imagining it was my skin under his touch.

He was using her to get to me. And as I gripped the bedsheets, I realized the torture wasn't just his.

It was ours.