LOGINThe moment we pulled into the seaside restaurant’s parking lot, Luca turned to me, his voice laced with careful hope. "Elena, what you said back there... was it just a ruse to get rid of him?" I shook my head softly. "I told you, I would never use you as a shield. Every word I said was the absolute truth. I had already planned to tell you tonight that my heart has been thoroughly swept clean." A brilliant, breathless smile broke across Luca’s face, his eyes shining with pure disbelief. "Really? Elena, do you truly mean..." I leaned across the center console, wrapping my arms around his neck, and pressed a gentle, lingering kiss against his sharp jawline. "Alright, I'm starving. Let's go eat first." Marco didn't fly back to New York. Instead, he lingered around the edges of my life like an inescapable ghost. Out of respect for Salvatore's frantic requests, I forced myself to summon the patience to confront him one last time. "Go home, Marco. The family empire needs its Don. Don't
At closing time, Luca and I walked out of the corporate building side by side. "Are we heading back for your mother's cooking tonight, or dining out?" I looked up at the breathtaking expanse of the sunset, unwilling to waste such a beautiful evening. "Let's go to that restaurant by the sea." "Sounds perfect." The moment we stepped into the parking lot, a figure suddenly lunged out from the shadows. Startled, I stumbled backward. "Careful!" Luca instantly caught my arm with one hand while securing his other arm firmly around my waist to steady me. "Take your hands off her!" Hearing the vicious snarl, I focused my vision. Marco stood there, looking absolutely unhinged, and violently shoved Luca backward. "Have you lost your mind?!" I snapped, finding my balance and glaring at Marco. "Elena, you’re yelling at me? You're actually defending this man over me?" The look of deep betrayal and utter disbelief on his face struck me as thoroughly farcical. "Compared to you parading your
(Elena’s POV)I officially integrated into our family firm, taking charge of the massive collaborative project with Luca’s family. To make things easier, Luca moved his workspace to the office right next to mine. During a lunch break, a thought suddenly struck me. "Oh right, the day after I landed, didn't you pick up a call on my phone? Who was it?" Luca narrowed his eyes, thinking back. "Oh, the other end hung up the moment I answered. I assumed it was a wrong number, so I didn't think to mention it." I nodded, figuring that made sense. All my actual friends in the US were saved under contacts anyway. "Elena, tomorrow is our day off. Where would you like to go?" Through our close interactions over this period, I could clearly perceive the deep affection Luca held for me. "Luca, I know how you feel about me... but I've only just walked out of a long-term relationship, and my emotions are still messy. I refuse to use you as a rebound or a tool to escape the shadows of my past. It
Marco stared directly into her eyes, his voice dripping with ice. Sophie flinched instinctively. "N—no, I didn't." He saw right through her lie, his gaze turning instantly predatory and dark. "You'd better tell me the absolute truth right now, or I have plenty of ways to make you speak. Don't force my hand." Sophie was fresh out of college, and encountering a man of Marco's immense power had swept her off her feet. He had treated her so well, allowing her to bask in the envious eyes of her social circle. She had never seen him look this terrifying. "I... I just shared some bits of my daily life, but I never showed your face..." "Give it to me!" he roared violently. Choking back her tears, Sophie trembling unlocked her phone and handed it over. Marco scrolled through post after post, his face growing progressively darker as he read the comments underneath. "Who gave you permission to broadcast this garbage? Where did you get the delusion that someone like me would ever look at you
A voice of utter confusion came from the other end of the line. "Don, hasn't the wedding dress order already been canceled? Ms. Elena paid the contract termination fee in full." "What?! When did this happen?!" Marco’s voice shook with a tremor he didn't even register. The person on the other end panicked. "Thr—three days ago." Three days ago... Salvatore’s birthday banquet. He slammed the phone down, grabbed his car keys, and bolted out the door. His car screeched to a halt outside the family estate. "Dad!" The moment he burst into the living room, he was greeted by Salvatore's cane flying through the air. "You wretched bastard! Why have you even crawled back here?! Are you trying to put me in an early grave?!" Marco didn't dare retaliate, using his arms purely to shield his face. "Dad... please stop first. I have something to ask you..." Once Salvatore had vented enough rage, he collapsed onto the sofa, panting heavily. "Dad, what did Elena say to you on your birthday? She...
(Third-person POV)Staring at the call that had been abruptly cut off, Marco felt an inexplicable surge of irritation wash over his chest. He had gotten completely wasted the night before. When he woke up, he found Sophie lying right beside him. "Don, I’m so sorry... Last night you were so drunk and kept squeezing my hand, refusing to let me leave, so I stayed to... wipe your body down..." Her deeply blushing, bashful demeanor triggered a flash of memory in Marco's mind. But the images that flashed weren't of her—they were of Elena. He closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, and cleared his throat. "If there’s nothing else, leave." Last night, he had genuinely believed the person by his side was Elena. That was the only reason he had held on so tightly. Sophie bit her lip, clearly wanting to say more, but seeing Marco pull out his phone to make a call, she could only leave the room in silence. He opened his chat history with Elena. It dawned on him that starting from a w







