Zoey,s POV
It was supposed to be fake… but my heart didn’t know that.
The ride back from the Bellucci estate was quiet, in a way that made me think too much.
City lights flashed across the tinted windows as the car moved through the streets, soft music played in the background, low enough that I almost forgot it was there.
The driver stayed focused on the road while Christuan sat beside me, calm and unreadable as always.
I looked outside trying to focus on another thing but Bianca’s voice kept replaying in my head, “you’re temporary,” I hated how easily those words stayed with me, I hated that a part of me believed her.
Maybe because she fits into Christian’s world so naturally, she belonged in that giant house with its polished floors and quiet tension. She knew how to speak to hi
