Bianca sat on the velvet couch in her study table, her hands trembling in deliberate perfection.
Her eyes were glistening not from genuine tears, but from the precise touch of manipulation she had mastered.
Luca stood by the large oak desk, flipping through some documents, his mind miles away, but Bianca's voice reeled him back in.
"Luca…" she started, her voice fragile, almost breaking. "let answer your question.. Seraphina called.
She's demanding the papers to the family company… and other properties too. She said she needed her share."
Luca's eyes narrowed slightly, his hands pausing mid-motion. "Her share?" he repeated slowly, as if tasting the words.
Bianca nodded quickly, lowering her lashes like a perfect actress caught in a tragic scene. "She threatened my life… and my baby's life." She paused to let the weight of her words hang in the air, then reached for her eyes, pretending to dab away tears. "I'm so scared, Luca… I don't even know why she hates me this much....
