eighty eight

Dante’s POV

“Fuck!” I hit my hands on the bed in frustration. The idea of using Evelyn as a fake Queen kept swirling in my mind, even though she was Vanessa's sister. It's a delicate situation, and I can't help but question if it's a good idea.

As I stared at the ceiling, a whirlwind of emotions consumed me. Doubt crept in, making me second-guess my intentions. I love Vanessa with all my heart, and thoughts of her getting mad at me over this decision even if it's for a noble cause, weighed heavily on my conscience.

Confusion clouded my thoughts as I tried to unravel the complexities of the situation. if Vanessa found out would she feel betrayed by both her sister and me? The fear of losing her trust completely gnawed at my soul.

But I couldn't help but think that Evelyn was the perfect person for the role. She possessed the grace and elegance fit for a Queen. Her presence commanded attention, and I couldn't deny the allure of her charm. Perhaps, just maybe, this unconventional plan co