Victoria Bella Washington;

“Is there anything else I should know?” Vincenzo asked, his gaze fixed on Juliet. She shook her head quickly.

“No, Mr. Volkov. That’s everything. But I have to say, I’m thrilled about the billboard—imagine my face plastered all over Russia! It’s unreal!” She flashed a warm smile, but as I looked closer, I noticed something unsettling.

There were faint bruises under her makeup, just barely hidden. The sight stopped me in my tracks. How did she ...