Luciana's POV

The Parisian suite was washed in a bright, forgiving light. Unlike the tense shadow of yesterday, the air felt lighter, reflecting the glowing sunlight pouring through the large window.

My gaze tracked Mr. Toreto's hand as he placed a pen and a finalized document onto the polished desk.

"This is the agreement," he said, tilting his head toward the paper. "My lawyer made sure to finalize it according to our discussion yesterday."

I fixed my eyes on the document. A familiar, cold ...