Chapter 44

• Luciana's POV:
• I was walking towards the stairs, my cleaning supplies in hand, ready to escape to my room and shut out the world. My chest was tight, still burning with the anger and jealousy from what I’d seen in the kitchen. Each step felt heavy, my mind replaying Tariq and the masked woman fucking, her moans echoing in my ears like a taunt.
• “Luciana!” Tariq’s voice called out from behind me, soft but urgent. I froze for a second, my heart jumping, but I didn’t turn around. I kept walking, pretending I didn’t hear him, my feet hitting the stairs with purpose.