You pressed yourself against the kitchen wall, a hand over your mouth to muffle your giggles, today’s prank was flawless, you’d hired a woman to look exactly like you, same hairstyle, same outfit, even your perfume. Fabrizio would never see it coming.

The front door clicked open, his heavy footsteps sounded across the floor, followed by the clatter of keys hitting the table, then silence.

Heart racing, you peeked around the corner.

Fabrizio had stopped in the middle of the living room, his eyes locked on the woman you’d planted there, confusion flickered across his face for only a second before his expression hardened into a scowl.

“Who are you?” His voice was sharp, dangerous.

The woman tilted her head, playing along. “It’s me—”

“Don’t.” His tone cut like a blade. He snapped his fingers, already calling for his men. “Get out of my house. Ora”

“But—” She tried again.

“Where.” He thundered, fists clenched, jaw tight. “is my wife?” His glare was ice cold. “I don’t care who sent you, you’re leaving before I make you.”