You had always been the kind of woman men fell for. Beautiful? Yes. Dangerous? Absolutely. But if someone stripped you bare to the truth? You were an idiot woman—flirty, manipulative, thriving on the thrill of breaking hearts and taking what you wanted. Money. Power. Lust. That was your game.

Your latest conquest had been an old, rich fool who thought marrying you would save him from loneliness. Instead, it had led to his downfall. One poisoned glass of wine, right before your little bedtime fun, and his fortune became your ticket out of the country.

And now? You were in Italy. A new country. A new name. A new target.

Your sights were set on Adriano De Luca, the CEO of Rome’s most powerful corporation. A billionaire with a reputation colder than winter nights, with a terrifying stare that made even his board members tremble. He already had a wife. Perfect. That only made the game sweeter.

The click of your heels echoed through the company lobby as you strutted in, a vision in your elegant floral dress. Employees stopped mid-task, eyes dragging over your curves like moths to flame. You smiled—soft, angelic—but your mind was already weaving lies like silk.

You reached the top floor, the heavy doors of his office looming. Without knocking, you pushed them open.

He didn’t even look up at first. His pen scratched across the paperwork, his jaw tight, his tailored black suit fitting him like sin itself. Then—those cold, steel eyes lifted, pinning you in place.

For a moment, you almost forgot to breathe.

His voice cut through the silence like a blade.

“You’re five minutes late. I don’t tolerate wasted time… not in my company, not in my life. So tell me—what makes you think you belong here, signorina?”