“Luca, you betrayed her trust,” Adams chuckled. “Do you still think you have the right to protect her?”
Neither Luca nor Marco noticed me coming, too immersed in their negotiation. But the moment Ricardo’s lips formed my name, whispered as if I were a ghost—“Mila.”—warning them, they turned and stared at me. Each of them wore a different expression.
My cold mask cracked. Was what I heard true? Luca… betrayed me?
My throat went dry as I forced a sad smile. “Is this why you were avoiding me all this time?”
“Mila, listen!” Marco stepped toward me.
“Stop!” I snapped, raising my hand. My eyes stayed fixed on Luca. “This is between me and him. Please, Marco.”
Luca rubbed his face with both hands, exhaling deeply before muttering in frustration, “I didn’t betray you, I promise. It’s not wha
