Luciana's POV

My pulse raced hysterically, my skin mottled with suppressed fury, and my legs trembled slightly beneath me, a chaotic mix of rage and nervousness shot through me. I clenched my hands, tightly, afraid my knuckles would break, finding it hard to maintain composure.

I wished I could wipe the smirk off his face immediately. I wish I could, but not yet. He should wait until it’s time, time for the real revenge.

I swallowed down the bile in my throat, a desperate attempt to calm ...