C7 Knives Behind Smiles

The villa was deceptively quiet the next morning—too quiet.

Emilia walked through the grand halls, silk robe trailing behind her like smoke, but her thoughts were anything but graceful. Her mind was stuck on Alessandro’s words, the kiss, the gunshots—every moment spinning around her like a slow descent into chaos.

She wasn’t pretending anymore.

Neither was he.

And that was the problem