Matteo
If Aveline expected me to fall for her act, she was more delusional than I thought.
That steel glint in her eye, that too-calm obedience—it wasn’t surrender. It was defiance cloaked in silk. And I knew it because I had worn the same mask once.
The moment Knox Virelli stepped foot on the estate, I knew something had shifted. No one else seemed to notice—he’d come bearing proper sigils, his documents clean, and his behavior playful. But he lingered too long. Took one too many detours. And Aveline’s heartbeat had changed the second she saw him.
She was planning something.
And I would break it.
Not by laying a finger on her.
But by controlling what she feared losing most.
I started with Mila.
Removed her without explanation.
Aveline woke up the next morning to a different omeg
