Stephanie POV

I sat on the balcony with a glass of red wine in my hand, watching the city lights blink like tiny stars. My lips curved into a smile that wasn’t really a smile — more like a smirk filled with bitterness and quiet rage.

Giovanni.

The name alone was enough to make my stomach turn. She thought she was untouchable, didn’t she? Thought she could walk into the Blackwood mansion and become the new queen. I let out a low laugh, almost choking on it. “Let’s see how long you ...