as he read the words that would change everything. The document was a property deed, and it clearly stated that the villa he had so confidently claimed as his own was, in fact, solely owned by Emily. The elegant calligraphy of the ownership papers might as well have been a ticking time bomb, and it had just exploded in Richard’s face.
Emily watched as his bravado crumbled, his arrogance evaporating into thin air. She had silently endured his coldness for too long, but now the tables had turned. Richard’s eyes darted across the page, desperate to find some loophole, some way to maintain his facade of control. But there was none. Emily had anticipated this moment, and she had prepared meticulously.
