Sophia.” He whispered.
I took a step back. My breath caught in my throat, my heartbeat a panicked rhythm against my ribs.
"Matteo... how?" I asked, my voice trembling.
He stood there, imposing and familiar, in the middle of the bedroom Aleksandr had assigned to me, a ghost from a past I wanted to forget. My mind raced. Aleksandr had arranged this event, invited every single guest. He had controlled every inch of this night. Did that mean... he invited Matteo too? Did he know Matteo was here?
Of course, he did.
Aleksandr knew everything.
He knew Matteo had once kept me like a captive bird in a golden cage, whispering lies about love while he clipped my wings. He knew about the day I finally thought I was free—until Aleksandr himself shattered that illusion. The car crash. My body breaking. Waking up in Moscow.
Everything was connected.