Unwritten Lies

Vittoria

The night air was cool as I stepped out of the car. The ride from the De Leone estate had done nothing to soothe the storm brewing in my heart.

I could still feel the darkness of his lips on mine — slow, deliberate, taking.

And I hated how much I wanted more.

I pushed open the door and slipped into the quiet house. The guards nodded, but I did not linger.

I needed alone time.

But as soon