Chapter 92

• The sensation of descending the marble stairs was strangely familiar, yet at the same time, so distant. I could feel Michele Nicaso's security guards watching me with every step, their vigilant gazes as if etched into my skin. They were silent shadows, but their presences were impossible to ignore.
• Upon reaching the dining room, I found Michele Nicaso waiting for me. His eyes roamed over my navy blue dress, and a discreet smile played on his lips.
• “My dear wife, you look stunning tonight,” he said, his eyes shining with genuine admiration.