I slipped past, my heels clicking softly against the marble floor. That's when I heard it. A door left slightly ajar. Voices, gasps, the unmistakable rhythm of bodies colliding.
I froze, then leaned just enough to peek inside.
Serafina was straddling Marcello, riding him like she owned him. His hands gripped her thighs, his head thrown back, moaning.
Her eyes slid to mine. She saw me. And she smiled.
"Tell me, Marcello," she purred, loud enough for me to hear. "Do you really love me? If not, I'll go fuck your business partner right now."
Marcello groaned, desperate, breathless. "I fucking love you, Serafina."
Serafina's smirk deepened, her gaze locked on me like she knew I was there. "Then get me pregnant. Do it inside me."
His voice broke into a growl. "Yes, sweetheart," he groaned, slamming harder into her.
My vision blurred with tears. I held my phone at my side, the camera already recording. Every word, every filthy confession, every betrayal, I caught it all.
Before they noticed me, I turned and walked away, silent as a shadow.