LAUREN'S POV

5 YEARS LATER

The room fell silent the moment I walked in. It still surprised me sometimes, how quickly people quieted when my heels touched the floor, every eye followed me. Not because I asked for it, but because in Italy, my name had become its own weight.

Lauren Darrow.

A name that could sign off on millions, close deals across oceans, and ruin anyone foolish enough to stand in my way.

Once I was in the room, I picked up the small remote resting neatly on the ...