Chapter 91 Who Are You?

• That evening felt heavier than all the others, as if time itself had slowed to watch me make my choice.
• The mansion was alive—voices echoing down marble corridors, guards moving with sharpened purpose, preparations unfolding in hushed efficiency. Tonight, my husband will be crowned king of a world built on fear and loyalty bought in blood. Tonight, Vincenzo would become untouchable.
• And tonight, I planned to disappear.