Sabrina had been my lifeline throughout the evening, but as we stepped out into the quiet hallway, a heavy silence fell between us. The ball's lively atmosphere seemed like a distant memory when Lorenzo's deep, menacing voice cut through the tension.
"Valentina."
My heart skipped a beat. The fear that gripped me was instant and visceral, but I fought to keep my expression neutral. Sabrina noticed my sudden shift in demeanor, her eyes widening with concern.
"Valentina, what's happening?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"Go, Sabrina," I urged, the desperation clear in my voice. "I can handle this."
Sabrina hesitated, her gaze darting between Lorenzo and me. "I'm not leaving you here alone."
"Go, Sabrina! Now!" I insisted, my voice rising with urgency. "It's not safe for you."
Sabrina's face was a mixture of fear and determination, but she finally understood the danger.
With one last worried look, she turned and sprinted down the hallway, her footsteps echoing as she disappeared.
Lorenzo's cold eyes never left me. He advanced with a predator's grace, his presence radiating menace.
Suddenly, he pulled out a gun, the metallic click echoing ominously as he pressed it against my side. His grip was unforgiving.
"I want to know about Matteo's sister," he growled, his voice a dangerous whisper. "Why is she back? What do you know?"
I struggled to steady my voice, forcing myself to remain calm. "I don't know anything about her."
Lorenzo's face twisted in anger, and he shoved the gun harder against my temple. The pressure was intense, making my breathing shallow. "Don't lie to me, Valentina. I know you know something."
Before I could respond, Lorenzo yanked on my dress, tearing it slightly. The sudden movement made me flinch, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.
My fear escalated as Lorenzo's aggression became palpable. The gun pressed firmly against my head made it hard to think.
Suddenly, Marco appeared, his presence just as intimidating.The shock of seeing him here, alongside Lorenzo, made my stomach drop. Marco's eyes roamed over me with a predatory glint.
Without hesitation, he began to touch me. At first, it was just a casual brush, but then his hands grew more insistent, more invasive.
"Stop it," I pleaded, my voice trembling. "Just stop."
Marco's touch wandered to my thigh, and I felt a surge of panic. I tried to fight back, pushing against him and twisting away, but his grip was relentless.
The fear of what might come next was overwhelming.
His fingers inched closer to my private areas, making me feel exposed and vulnerable.
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Tangled Alliances
Novela JuvenilIn the heart of a modern city, two rival families hold the power. Valentina, a fiercely loyal daughter, and Matteo, a cunning and determined son, find themselves on opposite sides of a dangerous feud. But when their paths unexpectedly intertwine, th...