ALESSANDRO’S POV“Looks like the ground is crumbling faster than you expected,” I said quietly, my voice echoing across the deserted space. “Now tell me, Adriana. Are you ready to reconsider my offer?”I watched her spin around in the middle of the empty club floor like a broken doll caught in a storm. Rainwater soaked every inch of her clothes, making the thin fabric cling to her curves in a way that should have stirred desire but only sharpened the blade of my anger. Her dark hair hung in heavy, dripping strands around her face. Those hazel eyes, flecked with gold that once bewitched me, now shone with fresh tears and pure disbelief. Her chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow bursts. She looked nothing like the woman who had once promised me forever. She looked ruined. She looked fragile in a way that should have softened me, instead the sight sent a dark, vicious satisfaction curling through my veins. Five years of carefully nurtured rage demanded this moment. I would not let it sl
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