Chapter 147 – Antonia POV
I hate to admit it—but she got me.
Daphne Castellano. Cool, calculating, terrifyingly poised. She walked into my garden like a devil on sabbatical, and somehow left me sitting here with a card in my hand and a contract buzzing in my brain.
It is a juicy deal.
Too juicy.
But I don't give in. Not yet.
I sip my tea and lean back with casual grace, legs crossed like I'm still in control.
"Now why," I say, voice sweet and slow, "would I possibly switch teams? Luciano is just... okay."
She sits across from me, legs folded like a queen with a chessboard instead of a crown. Her eyes glint—sharp, amused, knowing.
And that smile. That goddamn smile like she's already won.
"Surely," she says, smooth as silk, "you know Luciano is, at the end of the day, my father's son."
I raise an eyebrow, but she keeps going.
