Chapter 37 Dirty Games

• Vittoria’s gaze betrayed the confusion sparked by Vincenzo’s words. Of all the surprises that day, none unsettled her as much as what she’d just heard.
• “Why didn’t you tell me about her?” Vittoria asked, sidestepping his question—not out of strategy, but because the doubt gnawed at her more than she cared to admit.
• “I met her today, Vittoria,” Vincenzo replied, his voice measured, each word chosen with care. “That’s when I learned about the deal between my father and hers, made in secret, like so many other dirty games in this life.”