Carlos's expression darkened further, and he shrugged nonchalantly as if her defiance meant nothing to him. "Suit yourself," he said, his voice dripping with indifference as he turned to leave. “I’m sure Enrico will be very interested to hear what I have to say.”
Carmen’s heart pounded in her chest as she watched him take a few steps toward the door. She felt trapped, panic clawing at the edges of her composure. Her mind screamed at her not to give in, not to bow to his disgusting demands, but the thought of Enrico discovering the truth, of her entire world unraveling, was like a noose tightening around her neck.
"Wait," she blurted out, her voice shaky but loud enough to stop him in his tracks.
Carlos turned slowly, his eyes gleaming with triumph as he met her gaze. He knew he had her
