Alessia's mind reeled as she watched Francesca Rossi disappear into the villa's grand entrance. The tension between them was palpable, and Alessia knew she had to inform Marco about the unexpected visit.
She found Marco in his study, his eyes scanning documents spread across his desk. "Marco, Francesca Rossi just left," Alessia said, her voice low.
Marco's gaze snapped up, his expression darkening. "What did she want?"
Alessia relayed the conversation, including Francesca's ominous parting words.
Marco's jaw clenched. "I'll handle it."
Alessia hesitated. "Marco, what's going on between you and the Rossis?"
Marco leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. "Old rivalries, Alessia. Nothing for you to worry about."
But Alessia sensed there was more. "Marco, I want to help. Tell me the truth."
Marco's eyes searched hers before he spoke. "The Rossis have been trying to undermine my authority for years. They think I'm weak because of my... personal life."
Alessia's heart skipped a beat. "You mean us?"
Marco nodded. "Yes. They think our marriage is a vulnerability. But I'll prove them wrong."
Alessia's determination grew. "I'll stand by you, Marco. Together, we'll face whatever comes our way."
Marco's gaze softened, and he pulled Alessia into a fierce kiss.
That evening, Alessia attended a charity gala with Marco, surrounded by Rome's elite. She played the role of dutiful wife, but her mind whirled with questions.
As they mingled, Alessia spotted Francesca across the room, her eyes locked onto Marco with an unnerving intensity.
"Alessia, darling," Francesca said, approaching them. "Enjoying the evening?"
Alessia smiled sweetly. "Immensely. Thanks for asking."
Francesca's gaze flicked to Marco. "I see you're still under his spell. Pity."
Marco's eyes narrowed. "Francesca, enough."
The air was thick with tension as Francesca sauntered off.
"Alessia, let's leave," Marco said, his voice low.
As they exited the gala, Alessia realized she was caught in a deadly game of power and loyalty.