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Teresa’s POVThe room suddenly felt smaller, as if the walls were pressing in around her. Stefano’s voice still echoed in her mind, a confession she hadn’t been prepared to hear."The first man I ever killed was Simon Ellis."Simon Ellis.Her father.Teresa’s entire body turned ice cold, her breath caught in her throat. It felt like the floor had been ripped out from beneath her. She wanted to move, to speak, to do something, but all she could do was sit there, unable to speak.But she had to say something.She replayed his words over and over, waiting for them to change, for them to make sense. But the more she thought about them, the more everything did make sense, painfully and devastatingly so.She had spent weeks hating Stefano, cursing his name, vowing revenge against the man who had taken her freedom.But now, she had walked into this room, sat across from him, and offered him comfort. Her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms.Why?Why did it have to be h
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Teresa's POV The black sedan pulled up to the towering iron gates of Guillermo’s villa, its sleek exterior gleaming under the golden hue of the evening sun. Teresa sat stiffly in the back seat, her hands clasped together on her lap, she felt overwhelmed by this all, but tried her best to keep it together.She had expected Stefano to keep her close, even after everything. But instead, he sent her away.For her own safety, he had said. She didn't want to believe it, but she knew she was his weakness in a way. She didn't like that she could be used to get to Stefano but it made her feel better knowing that she meant something to Stefano.The gates swung open without a sound, and the car glided up a long, curved driveway lined with trimmed hedges and silver headlights. The villa came into view, an opulent, sprawling estate with stone balconies, grand arched windows, and white pillars supporting its towering structure. It looked like something out of a royal painting, untouched by the dir
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