"As for your treatment, you have to take it because..." Enzo paused, his gaze intense, watching her reaction closely.
Tiara's heart pounded, anxiety twisting in her gut. "What's that supposed to mean? What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice shaky, a blend of confusion and desperation as she struggled to make sense of his words.
Enzo held her gaze, his expression hard to read. "Trust me, baby, you don't want to hear it," he said softly, his tone laced with something dark. The way he said it sent a chill down her spine.
"Trust," she whispered, her voice trembling. "What makes you think I'll ever trust you again?"
