Chapter 31 The Infamous Rebecca

• The drive to Donna Fiona’s estate was smooth, but tension sat heavy in my chest. Despite Alessio’s warnings, I was determined to make the most of this night. This wasn’t just a party—it was an opportunity.
• Alina sat beside me in the car, scrolling through her phone, while Dante, ever the stoic bodyguard, kept his eyes trained on the passing streets. The further we drove, the more opulent the surroundings became. This wasn’t just wealth—it was old wealth. Power. Influence.
• “You nervous?” Alina asked, finally looking up.