Gianluca sat alone in his study. The morning sun came through the tall windows behind him, but it didn’t make the room feel warm. Instead, the room felt tense and heavy, filled with silent anger that seemed to wrap around him.
His cup of espresso sat in front of him, cold and untouched. His mind was elsewhere, drifting bitterly to the one person who had become more of a liability than an asset.
Isabella.
That stupid b***h.
What a f*****g disappointment.
She was supposed to be an easy pawn. A stepping stone. A willing puppet who would dance to the strings he pulled.
But now? She was clumsy, frantic, and becoming incompetent. She couldn't even manage to complete this simple task—just sprinkle a tasteless powder into a drink and ensure that Elena took it.
Was that so difficult?
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