Her Perfect Trap

For the next month, Matteo was "working" almost every day.

"The experiment is in a critical phase," he'd say to explain why he was so busy. "The resources Bianca provided have been very valuable."

I knew he had moved her into a luxury apartment on Fifth Avenue.

A penthouse duplex. Half a million a month. A universe away from my dorm room.

Every time I thought about it, it felt like a knife twisting in my chest.

But I had to endure it.

Revenge requires perfect timing.

On my twenty-first birthday, Matteo finally showed up.

He was wearing a dark blue suit and holding an exquisite jewelry box.

"Happy birthday, baby."

He kissed my lips.

"We had a major breakthrough with the experiment." His eyes were shining with excitement. "We successfully extended the lifespan of the lab rats by 30%. In a few months, we can start human trials."

I pretended to be interested.

"That's wonderful."

"This is for you."

He opened the box.

A brilliant yellow diamond ring rested on white silk.

"It's a Harry Winston. 5.2 carat yellow diamond," Matteo said proudly. "Worth a million dollars."

I gasped.

The ring was stunning.

"Matteo, this is too much—"

"You deserve the best." He slid the ring onto my finger. "I love you, Viviana."

Just when I thought he was truly here for me, Matteo pulled a keycard from his pocket.

A black card with the gold Falcone family crest.

"Do me a favor," he said, his tone casual. "Drop this off with Bianca. She needs it to get into my private medical suite."

My heart went cold.

The private medical suite.

It was Matteo's most secret place in Manhattan.

No one could get in except his most trusted people.

Even I had never been there.

"Why don't you give it to her?"

"I have an important meeting tonight." Matteo glanced at his watch. "I don't have time."

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms.

But I still took the keycard.

"Okay."

Matteo kissed my forehead.

"You're such a good, understanding girl."

Then he left.

He left me sitting alone in the restaurant.

The birthday cake was still on the table, 21 candles unlit.

I had no appetite.

I found Bianca outside her luxury apartment building on Fifth Avenue.

She wasn't alone.

Nico was there, right in front of her. They were arguing.

"Are you crazy?" Nico grabbed Bianca's arm. "Do you have any idea what you're doing?"

"Let go of me!" Bianca struggled to break free. "This is none of your business!"

"Bianca, that serum is dangerous!" Nico's voice was full of anger. "You can't sell your soul for money!"

"What soul?" Bianca sneered. "All I know is that Matteo gives me everything I want. Power, status, money. Can you give me that?"

"You're going to regret this," Nico seethed.

"No, I won't," Bianca said, lifting her chin arrogantly. "I'm much smarter than Viviana. I know how to keep a man."

Just then, a black Cadillac pulled up to the curb.

Matteo got out.

His face darkened when he saw Nico.

"What's going on here?"

"Nothing." Bianca's face changed instantly. She looked hurt. "This man has been harassing me."

Matteo's eyes turned dangerous.

"Get rid of him."

The words were barely out of his mouth before two bodyguards stepped out of the car.

"No!" I wanted to stop them.

But it was too late.

The bodyguards rushed Nico. Fists rained down on him.

Nico didn't fight back.

He just took the punches, his nosebleed quickly staining his white shirt.

"Stop!" I yelled.

Matteo waved a hand. The bodyguards stopped.

Nico fell to the ground, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Bianca threw herself into Matteo's arms.

"Thank you for protecting me," she trembled. "I was so scared."

Matteo held her gently.

"Don't be scared. I'm here."

He led Bianca towards the luxury apartment building.

He never once looked back at me. It was like I wasn't even there.

I stood frozen, the cold plastic of the keycard digging into my palm.

Under the streetlight, I felt more alone than ever.

Just as I was about to leave, a bloody hand grabbed my wrist.

Nico yanked me into the shadows of a nearby alley.

My lonely expression vanished. My face went cold.

He looked nervously toward the mouth of the alley, making sure no one had followed.

He spit a glob of blood onto the pavement, then wiped his mouth with his sleeve. The pained expression on his face vanished.

In its place was a calmness—and a deep affection—I had never seen before.

He smirked, the blood on his lips making it a devil's grin. "My princess," he said, his voice low and intimate. "Did you enjoy the show?"