The Trap Is Cast
A faint sneer curved across Bianca De Dominicis's lips.
The expression was subtle—so slight that anyone who didn't know her well might have mistaken it for indifference. But there was nothing casual about it. The plan had already formed in her mind, every piece aligned with deliberate precision. Clean. Calculated. Ruthless.
She looked down at the man kneeling before her.
Danny's back was stiff, but his shoulders trembled despite his effort to appear composed. A thin sheen of sweat clung to his temples. He had delivered Ryan's proposal exactly as instructed, yet the moment the words left his mouth, he knew something about it reeked of a trap. And she knew it too. Of course she did.
Bianca leaned back slightly in her chair, fingers resting lightly against the polished surface of the desk. Her movements were unhurried, controlled—like someone who had already seen ten steps ahead.
