Adriana held the letter tightly in her hands, her pulse hammering in her ears.
She’s a beautiful pawn, Marco. But pawns are the easiest to sacrifice.
The words felt like a noose tightening around her throat.
Marco was standing in front of her, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. “We need to be careful from this point on.”
Adriana met his gaze. “And what does that mean exactly? More bodyguards? More rules?”
“It means,” Marco said slowly, “that from this moment, your life is no longer your own.”
Adriana inhaled sharply, the weight of his words pressing down on her. “Was it ever?”
Marco didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stepped closer, his eyes searching hers for something. “If you’re regretting this, say the word, Adriana.”
“And then what?” she challenged. “You’ll let me go
