Chapter 18

Kimberly POV

A week had passed since we relocated to the mansion in the southern part of Spain. It was grand, imposing, just like the previous one. Talking about that, the name of the man responsible for my turmoil had finally reached my ears—Salvatore. The realisation twisted in my gut like a cruel joke.

Days earlier, Luca had demanded my Instagram login after my phone had been shattered, reducing any shred of privacy I clung to. Together, we scrolled through my exchanges with Salvatore. Each word felt like a confession, staining me as Mario and Enzo looked on. Shame prickled up my neck, burning my skin. At that point, I couldn't help but agree I had been stupid.

Enzo’s gaze hardened as if silently branding me a fool. I didn't need his disdain to confirm what I already knew—I had been careless.

Leonardo rose from his chair, the scrape of wood against the marble tile slicing through the tense silence. He walked to the bar, filling a glass of wine with steady hands, but his jaw clen