Marco lived well. Very well. Not quite on Luciano's scale—but close enough to make a statement.
Valentina wrapped her arms lightly around herself as she was led inside by one of the house staff.
The house interior was just as impressive—modern, clean lines blended with warm lighting and rich textures.
She was led into the guest reception area, a quiet, elegant space with low couches, a glass coffee table, and a large window that overlooked part of the garden.
"Please, have a seat," the maid said politely before stepping away.
Valentina nodded, offering a small smile, and sat down. The sound of footsteps broke through her thoughts. She got to her feet.
Marco stepped into the room. He had changed out of his travel clothes, now dressed simply. "Val…" He cleared his throat slightly, straightening where he stood. "What are you doing here?" He took her in properly.
