Chapter 116 New Life

• Amanda tossed and turned in the small, cozy bed that Nonna had so lovingly prepared for her. The moonlight streamed through the delicate lace curtains, casting soft, silvery patterns on the walls. Yet, despite the peaceful surroundings, her mind was anything but calm.
• Her dreams carried her to a place she hadn’t allowed herself to revisit consciously—Viktor’s arms. His touch, so firm yet tender, felt as real as the memories she clung to. She could feel the heat of his body, the rough texture of his hands against her skin, and the deep, husky timbre of his voice whispering her name as if she were the only woman in the world.
• In her dream, they were back in his lavish bedroom, the faint scent of his cologne mingling with the crispness of freshly laundered sheets. His lips moved against hers with a hunger she had missed, their bodies colliding in a rhythm that felt both familiar and urgent. Her hands roamed his chest, her nails grazing the muscles that flexed under her touch. His gaze, full of intensity, locked onto hers as he whispered words that made her heart race and her body ignite.