MasukThe Warning The sea was quieter than Valentina expected. For the first time in months, there were no gates surrounding her. No endless corridors. No guards following every movement. Just the sound of waves breaking against the shore and the warm breeze moving through her hair. She stood barefoot at the edge of the water, letting the waves touch her ankles. Behind her, Alessandro watched. “You're smiling.” Valentina turned. “Am I not allowed?” “I didn't say that.” “You were staring.” “I like seeing you happy.” She rolled her eyes. “You've become very sentimental.” “Don't tell anyone.” She laughed. Alessandro walked toward her, his shoes sinking slightly into the sand. When he reached her, he held out his hand. “Come.” “Where?” “Somewhere quieter.” “Isn't the entire beach quiet?” “Not enough.” She placed her hand in his. He led her farther down the shore until they reached a small wooden terrace overlooking the water. Valentina leaned against the railing. “Th
The Life She Never WantedMorning sunlight slipped through the curtains.Valentina opened her eyes slowly.For a few seconds, she didn't remember where she was.Then she felt the warmth beside her.Alessandro was still asleep.One arm rested across the empty space between them, his fingers curled loosely against the sheets as though he'd reached for her sometime during the night.She watched him quietly.There was something almost strange about seeing him like this.No suit.No cold expression.No guards waiting outside.No one calling him Don.Just Alessandro.The man she had once hated.The man she had once blamed for stealing her future.The man she had somehow fallen in love with.Valentina looked toward the window.The estate was quiet.And suddenly, without warning, she remembered the girl she had been before all of this.The girl who had wanted a completely different life.A normal life.A simple one.She had wanted mornings where she could wake up without checking whether some
A Quiet NightAlessandro remained upstairs long after the call ended.The phone was still in his hand.The screen had gone dark, but Bianca's voice remained in his head.I saw your wife today.His jaw tightened.He slipped the phone into his pocket and looked toward the bedroom.Valentina was still downstairs.For a moment, he considered telling her.She deserved the truth.But he knew Bianca.She had never done anything without a reason.And whatever she wanted, Alessandro wasn't going to allow her to drag Valentina into it.Not yet.He took a slow breath before leaving the room.By the time he reached the staircase, his expression had returned to its usual calm.Valentina was standing near the window.She turned when she heard him.“You took a while.”“I had something to deal with.”She studied him.“Everything okay?”“Yes.”The answer came too quickly.Valentina noticed.But she didn't question him.Instead, she looked toward the dining room.“Have you eaten?”“No.”“Neither have
Between UsBy the time Valentina returned to the De Luca estate, the sun had begun to disappear behind the clouds.She sat in the back of the car, staring through the window without really seeing the passing streets.Her shopping bags rested beside her.One of them contained the emerald dress she'd bought.Another held a pair of shoes she had barely looked at before paying for them.She couldn't remember choosing either.Her mind was still at the boutique.Still with Bianca.I was engaged to Alessandro.Valentina closed her eyes.She could still hear the woman's voice.Calm.Confident.Almost affectionate when she spoke his name.And then those final words.You don't know him.Valentina hated that they had stayed with her.She hated even more that part of her believed them.Her phone was still in her hand.She looked at the message she'd sent Alessandro.I'm coming home early.No.That wasn't what she'd written.She had written:I'm coming home early.No.Her thumb moved across the sc
The Woman From His PastFor the first time in weeks, Valentina woke up without someone telling her where she was going.No guards stood outside her bedroom door.No urgent phone calls echoed through the estate.No one was waiting downstairs with another piece of bad news.The quiet felt strange.Almost suspicious.She stood in front of her wardrobe, staring at clothes she hadn't touched in what felt like forever.Alessandro had already left for a meeting.Before leaving, he'd paused at the bedroom door.“You're going out?”She had nodded.“Shopping.”His eyes had narrowed slightly.“With who?”Valentina had smiled.“Alessandro.”He'd sighed.“I know. I'm being difficult.”“You are.”He'd walked back toward her, kissed her forehead, and murmured,“Take the car.”“I can drive myself.”“I know.”“Then why the car?”“Because I said so.”She'd stared at him.He'd stared back.Then, finally, the corner of his mouth lifted.“Fine. Drive yourself.”That was how Valentina ended up at the bo
The TruthMorning came quietly to the De Luca estate.For the first time in days, there were no alarms.No hurried footsteps.No shouted orders from the guards.Just the soft sound of rain against the windows.Valentina sat alone in the library, her mother's letter resting on the table in front of her.She had read it so many times that she knew every word.Still, she couldn't stop looking at it.Her mother was alive.Twenty-three years of believing she had been abandoned had collapsed in a single night.The door opened.Alessandro walked inside.He had changed out of his funeral clothes, but the exhaustion remained in his face.He stopped when he saw her.“You haven't slept.”“Neither have you.”He came closer.Valentina looked up.“I need the whole truth.”Alessandro pulled out the chair beside her.“So do I.”She slid the letter toward him.“This says my mother knew something people were willing to kill for.”“I know.”“And the contract was created to protect me.”“Yes.”“But from







