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AUTHOR’S POV
Adeline stepped into the elevator, the soft ding echoing through the hallway as the doors slid open.
She was alone—at least for a moment—before two figures walked in right behind her.
She didn’t react immediately. She didn’t need to.
But as soon as she heard the voices, she knew.
Leonardo.
And worse—
Elena.
She kept her expression neutral, her head slightly turned away as if uninterested, but inside, her blood burned.
The dim golden light of the elevator reflected off the sleek, polished walls, casting an almost intimate glow inside the small space.
Leonardo stood to her left, effortlessly confident, his presence oozing power. He wore a black suit, but the first few buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a glimpse of inked skin beneath.
And then the
