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“He’s always watching,” Alexis replied, not bothering to look at Rocco. “It’s his art. The composition of desire. He places people like chess pieces and waits to see which one breaks.”

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He turned to Alexis. “Your truth wasn’t the confession. Your truth was the armor you wore to deliver it. And Linda—your lie wasn’t about fear. It was about hope. You hope she doesn’t see you the way you see her.” He places people like chess pieces and waits

Silence. Rocco’s lips twitched. “Interesting start. Alexis?” Then it was gone

The Venetian sun bled through the heavy velvet curtains of Palazzo Siffredi, casting long, amber fingers across the marble floor. Rocco Siffredi stood by the grand piano, silent, his presence as imposing as the 16th-century palazzo itself. He wasn't just a collector of beautiful things; he was a curator of moments. And tonight, he was orchestrating a masterpiece.

The room went cold. Linda searched her face for a crack, a flicker of vulnerability. But there was none.