Valeria

I walked along the beach, my bare feet sinking into the warm sand. The waves crashed gently, and the sun was low, painting the sky orange. But my mind was a mess, and I couldn’t enjoy the beauty. I was struggling with a decision that felt impossible. Should I go back to Dante and help the Domingos ruin him? Or should I try to run and risk everything? The thought of Dante’s control scared me—his cold eyes, his grip, and the way he treated me like I was his. But Eduardo and his ...