Adriana had always known that stepping into Marco’s world meant walking a fine line between survival and destruction. But now, that line was growing thinner.
The gala had confirmed what she already suspected—Moretti wanted her. Not just as a pawn, but as a potential weapon against Marco.
She wasn’t going to let that happen.
An Unexpected Message
The next morning, Adriana woke to find an envelope slid under the door of the penthouse.
No postage. No markings. Just her name written in elegant, looping script.
Adriana.
She stared at it for a long moment before picking it up, her pulse quickening. Marco had left early for a meeting, and Luca was nowhere in sight.
Slowly, she opened the envelope, revealing a single sheet of thick ivory paper.
La Belle Nuit, 10 PM. Come alone.
No signat
