Luciana's POV
The Parisian suite was washed in a bright, forgiving light. Unlike the tense shadow of yesterday, the air felt lighter, reflecting the glowing sunlight pouring through the large window.
My gaze tracked Mr. Toreto's hand as he placed a pen and a finalized document onto the polished desk.
"This is the agreement," he said, tilting his head toward the paper. "My lawyer made sure to finalize it according to our discussion yesterday."
I fixed my eyes on the document. A familiar, cold flicker ignited deep inside me—a hope as sharp and sudden as the morning sun. Yes, this was hope: the hope to repay evil with the same evil.
I picked up the document and the pen. My eyes didn't just scan; they devoured each line, digesting the words. The familiar click of finality settled in my m
