CAMILLA RYDER
I took a slow sip of wine, my eyes fixed on the glittering skyline beyond the five-star hotel’s glass wall. The city glowed, calm and oblivious. Unlike Vincenzo, who sat across from me like a man waiting for a bomb to go off.
His eyes never left me, sharp and searching.
"I think it’s time you told me exactly what you’re planning," he said, his legs crossed, and his voice tight.
I didn’t look at him—yet. A faint smirk tugged at the corners of my lips.
"I'm not planning anything, Vin," I murmured, finally turning to meet his gaze head-on.
He scoffed, tapping his fingers against his lips, reading the lies between my calm expression.
"You’re not just playing around with Liam and Karen. I know you faked Karen’s adoption to mess with Liam. Just because I haven’t said anythin
