The villa was unusually silent that morning, a deceptive calm that only heightened Elena’s unease. She moved through the halls with deliberate steps, senses alert. The alliance with the Castellanos had bought them time, but every instinct screamed that danger lingered closer than ever — not just from rivals, but from someone who knew Enzo better than anyone.

Enzo appeared behind her, dark presence grounding her yet amplifying her tension. “You feel it too, don’t you?” he asked, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine.

Elena didn’t turn. “Yes. Something is coming… and it’s personal.”

His jaw tightened. “Then we prepare. Whoever dares threaten us this...