Isla Ricci had spent her entire life being watched. Every move she made, every word she spoke—it was all carefully controlled under her father’s iron rule. The Ricci name carried power, fear, and blood, and she had never been allowed to forget it.But here, at Blackwood University, she was just another student. At least, that’s what she told herself.The weight of expectations still clung to her, even as she stepped into the grand lecture hall, a place far removed from the world of mafia dealings and whispered threats. She adjusted the strap of her bag, taking in the rows of students chattering before class began. This was supposed to be her escape, a taste of normalcy.Then, he walked in.The moment the door closed behind him, the air changed. Conversations faded. Even the hum of laptops and shuffling of papers seemed to pause in his presence.He moved with slow, controlled steps, each one echoing with authority. Dressed in a sharp black suit, he looked like he belonged in a boardroo
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