Carmen stormed home, her mind racing with anger and frustration. Her mind was still trying hard to process the image she had seen in Enrico's room. As she reached her front door, she noticed something was off. The door was opened swinging slightly in the breeze. Her heart skipped a beat, a cold dread settling in her stomach. She cautiously stepped inside, her eyes scanning the room, and immediately froze at the sight before her.
Enrico’s men were ransacking her home. Drawers were pulled open, and papers and personal items were scattered across the floor. One of the guards was tearing through her bookshelf, another was overturning furniture, searching every nook and cranny as if they were hunting for something specific.
“What the hell is going on here?!” Carmen yelled, her voice echoing t
