Chapter 45 An Imperfect World

• Vittoria’s eyes locked with Vincenzo’s, and for a fleeting moment, time seemed to hold its breath. In that instant, she felt it all crash over her: the smoldering desire that pulsed between them, the raw wounds still bleeding, the broken promises, and the love—stubborn, unyielding, like a flame that refused to die.
• A silent storm churned in her chest, heavy and uncontainable. Each heartbeat felt like a choice, a surrender, a plunge into something bigger than herself.
• In the weight of his gaze, Vittoria realized that loving Vincenzo would never be easy, but it would always be inevitable.