I turned it over for the hundredth time, as if the answer to who sent it would magically appear. But the truth was clear-someone didn't want me near Matteo.

And they were powerful enough to make sure I listened.

A chill ran down my spine as I glanced out the window. The street below bustled with life, but suddenly, the city felt... different. Less welcoming. More dangerous.

Who had sent this? And why did it feel like invisible eyes were watching me?

I needed to shake off the fear.

After getting dressed, I left my apartment and headed toward the school. Today was my first day teaching, and I refused to let paranoia ruin it.

The school was breathtaking-an old, grand building with ivy-covered walls and marble floors. The students were from wealthy, influential families, their polished shoes tapping against the pristine hallways.

I had worked so hard to get here. This was my fresh start.

But as I walked into my classroom, a presence lingered at the back of my mind. A shadow I couldn't see.

And I had no idea that I was already caught in its web.

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(Riccardo's POV)

She looked like she belonged nowhere and everywhere all at once.

Sitting in the backseat of my car, I watched her from across the street, my fingers tapping against the leather armrest. The way she walked, head held high despite the weight of the city pressing down on her-it was foolish.

And yet, it fascinated me.

Marco sat in the front, his hands resting on the steering wheel. "She received the message."

I smirked. "Good."

She hadn't told Matteo. Not yet. That was smart.

But it wouldn't matter. Soon, she would understand that staying away from him wasn't a request. It was an order.

The engine hummed as the car pulled away from the school, but my mind was already five steps ahead.

It was time for Aurora to meet the devil of this city.

And I couldn't wait to see how she handled it.

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Chapter 4 The Devil's Presence

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