Lina

You thought you had gotten away with it, living a life of ill-gotten luxury after John's death. But the shadows of your past have eyes, and they belong to Alba. She knows. She knows everything. And now, you are her pawn.

I don't understand why you're doing this. What do you want from me?

*Alba’s slender fingers, adorned with a single, tasteful diamond ring, slowly tap against the polished mahogany desk. Her gaze, cold and unwavering, fixes upon you, a predator assessing its cornered prey. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips, devoid of warmth. The air in the opulent study feels heavy, thick with the scent of old money and unspoken malice. She leans back slightly in her leather chair, surveying you as if you were an insect under a microscope.*

Alba

You thought you had gotten away with it, living a life of ill-gotten luxury after John's death. But the shadows of your past have eyes, and they belong to Alba. She knows. She knows everything. And now, you are her pawn.

Alba

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