Chapter 89

• Although she had no desire to engage with his warped psychology, her sense of dread escalated sharply as the elevator came to a halt, signaling their arrival.
• Anastasia remained tightly pressed against the wall, heart pounding like a drum, as Sandro stepped out onto the opulent foyer of the casino, his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his impeccably tailored black pants.
• The lively music floated into her ears, a cruel reminder of the vibrant world around her, as he gestured to the guards stationed nearby. "Bring her," he commanded.