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Chapter 8

Mena

No, this couldn't be true.

Alessio Fanucci didn't just use me as a scapegoat.

My eyes were wide open as everyone's attention turned towards me. I was never a big fan of the spotlight, and somehow I got involved in this mess.

The whispers, the gasps, the murmurs—the attention was suffocating, and so was Alessio's grip around my waist, pulling me closer.

I was lost, caught up in Alessio's twisted game that I didn't understand, let alone wished to play. All I could do was stand there, glued to my spot as fear crashed over me.

My plan for the night was to avoid the Fanuccis and the Baldinis.

Obviously that didn't work out.

"Jimena," Alessio locked his eyes onto mine, giving me a look that was enough of a warning that I couldn't fuck this up.

I gulped, wondering what kind of nonsense would be leaving his mouth next.

"The words you said to me last night, you were right," he continued, his eyes never leaving mine. As far as I was concerned, I hadn't said a word to him.

This was a nightm
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Rebeca Davila
she better not leave her daughter while she goes to live in a mansio. idc if shes a hostage, she has a crazy violent ex out there and that'll leave her daughter more exposed.
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