Enrico’s lips curled into a sinister smile. There was a cold amusement in his eyes, a look that sent a shiver down her spine. “Of course, I knew,” he said calmly, his tone almost condescending. “Did you really think I’d accept Angelo’s offer without doing my research?”
Isabella’s frown deepened. The room seemed to close in around her as she processed what he was saying. “If you knew all along,” she began slowly, “then why did you agree to it? Why did you go along with the plan? Why marry me when you could have had Francesca, his real daughter?”
Enrico’s smile widened, a glint of amusement in his eyes as he watched her try to piece it all together. He seemed to enjoy the confusion and frustration that crossed her face. “Oh, Isabella,” he said, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Do yo
