Victoria Bella Volkov:

It was one of those late nights, where sadness wrapped itself around me like a heavy blanket. Lana Del Rey’s melancholic voice filled the air, blending with the quiet hum of the estate. A glass of red wine swirled in my hand as I stared at the star-studded sky, letting the cool night breeze whisper against my skin.

Vincenzo wasn’t home tonight, leaving the house eerily silent. The maids had retreated to their rooms, and the guards were stationed outside on ...