Chapter 1 - THE TENSION IN THE STORM
The heavy downpour rattled against the glass railings of the upper terrace.
Rainwater pooled across the dark grey tiles, reflecting the warm amber lights from the villa’s interior.
Brooke stood near the outer edge of the balcony, her black-and-white maid uniform soaked through.
Her wrists were bound together above her head by a thick, rough rope tied to the iron pergola frame.
Water dripped down her wet brunette hair, mixing with the tears on her face.
Standing inches away, Vanessa pulled the sash of her white bathrobe tight around her waist.
Her wet blonde hair clung to her cheeks as she glared at the maid with unbridled malice.
Inside the open French doors, a tall shadow stepped onto the wet stone threshold.
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Dominic stood in his unbuttoned black shirt and wet suit jacket, his dark eyes locked on the scene.
Neither woman had heard his leather shoes against the soaked tiles.
