Fabrizio pov
The game was thrilling at first—watching her unravel, seeing the cracks form in that carefully composed exterior she wears like armor. Every message, every exchange, brought her closer to me, inch by inch. But now? Now it’s becoming tiresome.
She’s still fighting me, still clinging to the illusion that she has some semblance of control. That this is something she can resist. I lean back in my chair, the soft hum of the city drifting through the windows of my penthouse. The skyline stretches before me, a reflection of everything I’ve built. This empire—my empire—was forged on control. Control over my business, over the people around me, over every decision that shapes my world. And yet here I am, still waiting for Tabitha to stop pretending she has a choice. Still waiting for
