Chapter 8 The Mafia King's Downfall

• As soon as he set her down, the mysterious stranger melted into the crowd, vanishing as if he’d never been there. Eve stood frozen for a moment, her heart still pounding from the intensity of their encounter. She quickly wiped her sweaty palms on her dress, trying to regain some semblance of composure before making a graceful exit from the dance floor.
• Each step she took away from the crowd felt heavier, and a gnawing feeling gripped her chest. She couldn’t shake the sense that her life had just shifted, irreversibly altered by the stranger’s presence. The memory of his eyes—piercing, knowing—seemed to haunt her, as though they had seen through every facade she had carefully constructed.
• Her thoughts scrambled as she sought refuge in the bathroom, needing a moment to breathe, to process. But little did she know, her life was about to take another sharp turn—one from which there would be no return.