登入Chapter 2 Emmanuella’s POV The door opened and David stood there with a folder under one arm and the tired expression of a man who had stayed too late. His eyes moved from my fist still twisted in the front of Doris’s blouse, to the water bottle pressed between us, to the too-small space we occupied. For half a second nobody spoke. Then he sighed and cleared his throat. “Well great sight but I need the preliminary numbers by nine tomorrow. Don’t kill each other before then.” He set the folder on the nearest chair and left, the door clicking shut behind him with a soft finality that somehow felt louder than a slam. I released Doris’s blouse slowly. The fabric was wrinkled where my hand had been. She didn’t step back. Neither did I. The water bottle remained cold against my hip, a hard, indifferent presence between our bodies. Doris’s voice came out low and controlled. “You’re still so predictable.” “And you’re still a bitch who can’t keep her hands to herself.” Her mouth curve
Emmanuella’s POVThe fluorescent lights in the conference room hummed like they were judging everyone,I sat at the far end of the long glass table with my legs crossed and pen tapping against the legal pad as Doris kept taking.I kept my firm eyes on the projection screen while the rest of the strategy team nodded along like sheep.“...so if we reallocate the East Asia budget the way I’m proposing, we cut projected losses by fourteen percent in Q3 alone.” Doris finished, sliding her tablet forward.“That’s optimistic,” I interrupted with a cool voice. “You’re assuming the Shanghai distributor holds. They haven’t held a single deadline in eighteen months.”Doris finally looked up, her dark eyes looked unimpressed as the corner of her mouth twitched into a smirk.“I’m assuming we stop treating them like children and start treating them like a liability. Something you’ve been reluctant to do.”“I’ve been managing that relationship longer than you’ve been in this country,” I muttered thro
We stood frozen in shock as we stared at the two people standing just beyond the threshold. Jenna from City Pulse held a small silver recorder in one hand, the red light already glowing. Behind her a young man with a camera bag shifted his weight, the lens already half-raised.“This is private property,” Marco recovered and said, stepping forward so that his body partially blocked the doorway. “You don’t have permission to be here.”Jenna’s smile was polite and practiced. “Mr. Marcello, we only need a few minutes. We’ve received multiple tips regarding marital difficulties and a possible relationship between Mrs. Marcello and another member of the family. We’re giving you the opportunity to comment before anything is published.”Luca remained silent beside me. I could feel the heat of his body, the controlled tension in the way he stood. He did not look at the reporter but at Marco.I stepped slightly to the side so that I was no longer hidden behind either man.“What exactly are the
Isabella’s POVUpon reaching upstairs, I met Sofia who sat cross-legged on her bedroom floor with her math workbook open on her lap. The afternoon light came through the half-closed blinds in thin stripes across the carpet. She looked up the moment I stepped inside and closed the door behind me.“Is Daddy mad again?” she asked.I sat down on the edge of her bed. “Daddy and I are talking about grown-up things. It’s not your job to fix it.”She chewed the end of her pencil. “You look different when you come home late. Happier. Then Daddy gets quiet and mean.”I reached out and smoothed a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m trying to be happier, baby. That’s all you need to know right now.”Matteo’s voice yelled from the hallway for someone to help him find his other shoe. The twins started arguing over a toy in the next room. The normal noise of the house pressed in around us. I helped Sofia with two long division problems, kissed the top of her head, and went back downstairs.Marco was
Isabella’s POV The phone screen stayed lit between us on the bed. Luca’s arm remained tight around my waist, his breath warm against the back of my neck. Neither of us spoke for several long seconds. Outside, a car alarm chirped somewhere down the street. Inside the apartment, the only sound was the soft whir of the ceiling fan and the faint drip of the shower we had left running earlier. I sat up slowly, the sheet sliding down to my waist. My body still carried the heat and marks from the night before. Luca’s cum had dried sticky on my inner thighs. I pulled the sheet higher and stared at the message again. “Mrs. Marcello? This is Jenna from City Pulse. We’ve received tips about tension in your household and possible involvement with another family member. Would you like to comment before we run the story?” Luca reached over and took the phone from my hand. He read it once, then again, jaw tightening. “How the fuck did they get this?” he muttered. I swung my legs over the
Lila: Can’t wait to see you tomorrow night, baby.Marco’s face had gone pale for only a second before the mask slipped back into that cold, controlled expression he wore whenever someone threatened his carefully curated image. He snatched the phone, deleted the preview, and locked the screen with a sharp jab of his thumb.“This changes nothing,” he said, voice low so the sleeping kids wouldn’t hear. “You think you’ve got something on me? Think again. I still control the money. The house. The narrative. One word from me and the family will believe whatever I tell them about you.”“You think I care?...tell them,” I whispered. “Tell them their golden boy has been fucking a twenty-five-year-old while calling the mother of his children a cow. I’m sure your mother will be proud.”His eyes flashed. For a moment I thought he might finally lose the carefully measured control he always maintained. Instead he stepped back, jaw tight, and turned away.“Go to bed, Isabella. This conversation is ov





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