**Lucia's POV**

As soon as Stefano left, I slipped back into the room, my hand already reaching for the drawer by the bed. My chest felt tight, my heart pounding loudly, but my fingers didn’t shake as I pulled it open.

There it was — the tiny black recorder with its red light still blinking, a slight smile spreading on my face as I picked it up. “Got you!”

Every word, every moan, and every sound we made was recorded, sitting quietly in my hand like my own little insurance policy.

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