Chapter 7

Vincenzo’s pov

As I watched her crumble, her confidence shattered like glass, I felt a pang of guilt pierce my chest. Her cries of "no" echoed through the air, a stark contrast to her usual defiant stance. For the first time, I saw her vulnerable, her mask of arrogance slipping away. I had always taken pleasure in her misery, but now, her pitiful state stirred something unexpected within me. Perhaps it was the realization that she, too, was human, capable of feeling the same ...