로그인CHAPTER 153THE CHALLENGE LUCIENThe meeting room had become familiar enough that I barely noticed it anymore. The same polished oak table. The same floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the eastern gardens. The same collection of reports waiting neatly arranged in front of every chair. Only one thing had changed. Chiara.She sat quietly near the end of the table with a notebook resting on her lap. Unlike the previous meeting, she wasn’t writing constantly. She hadn’t even opened it yet. I hadn’t brought her here to search for mistakes. I had brought her because I wanted her here. That reason alone should have concerned me more than it did.Marco began outlining the latest reports while Matteo added several observations of his own. I listened, asking only enough questions to keep the discussion moving. The conversation eventually turned toward the next phase of the project. Different approaches were suggested, different timelines discussed. When everyone had finished speaking, I made
CHAPTER 152QUIET UNDERSTANDINGS CHIARA The mornings had settled into a routine I never expected to enjoy. After breakfast, I usually followed Lucien to his study. He never asked anymore. He simply looked at me before leaving the dining room, and I found myself standing to follow without either of us saying a word. He worked. I read. Sometimes hours passed without either of us speaking. Strangely, I had begun looking forward to those quiet mornings.That day was no different. I sat near the window with a novel resting open on my lap while Lucien stood behind his desk, reading through several reports Marco had placed before him. The room was filled with little sounds that had somehow become familiar. The turning of paper. The scratching of a fountain pen. The ticking of the antique clock mounted above the fireplace. I had almost reached the end of another chapter when a knock interrupted the silence.Marco entered first. “There has been a change.”Lucien looked up. “What happened?”“
CHAPTER 151SHADOWSCHIARA Ever since the meeting, I somehow stopped having my own schedule. It wasn’t something Lucien announced. Every morning, before I could even decide what to do with my day, someone would appear outside my room.“Madam.” I would already know. “Don Moretti is waiting.” Sometimes it was another meeting, Sometimes it was the study. Sometimes it was simply the library while he worked through endless reports and expected me to sit nearby with one of my novels. He never explained why. He only said the same thing every time.“Come.” And somehow, I always did. The meetings had become easier to follow. It wasn’t because I suddenly understood business, but because I had learned when to listen instead of trying to understand every word. Still, I rarely spoke anymore. Every time I opened my notebook, Ferraro’s face appeared in my mind. The moment Lucien had asked him to remain behind, the look on his face, The fear.After his death, even though I really didn’t witness, I w
CHAPTER 150COMFORTLUCIEN Sunlight filtered through the tall windows of my study, casting long rectangles of light across the polished wooden floor. A fresh pot of coffee sat untouched on the side table while neatly arranged files waited on my desk. I was already reading the first report when the door opened. Marco entered first, Matteo followed a step behind, carrying another stack of folders beneath one arm.“Morning,” Marco said. I acknowledged him with a brief nod. Matteo placed the folders on my desk.“The latest reports.” I closed the file in front of me.“We’ll start with those.” Before either man could continue, movement outside the open doorway caught my attention. Chiara. A book rested against her chest as she walked slowly down the corridor toward the library. She stopped when she noticed us. “I didn’t know you were busy.”“We’re starting now.”“Oh.”She smiled apologetically. “I’ll come back later.”Without thinking, I spoke. “Bellissima.”She paused. “Yes?”“Stay.” He
CHAPTER 149FIRST INSTINCTLUCIEN I had noticed it twenty-three minutes earlier. Ferraro had changed the schedule. The first time he presented his report, he referred to the gun shipment that was supposed to be at 4am tomorrow in ship 4. Later, while answering another question, he casually referred to it as ship 4 by 4pm tomorrow, as though he’d never said anything different. It wasn’t a dramatic mistake. Most people in the room hadn’t even blinked. Marco had heard it, Matteo had heard it, so had I. And I’m pretty sure the fools around me heard it too but decided to keep quiet, None of us interrupted.I wanted to see whether Ferraro would realize his own mistake. Liars often corrected themselves when given enough time. Truth rarely needed remembering. A lie always did. He never corrected it. Instead, he continued speaking with the confidence of a man convinced no one had been paying attention. Until Bellissima raised her hand.“I believe you’ve misunderstood,” Ferraro said smoothly.
CHAPTER 148THE MEETINGCHIARA Lucien was already dressed when I came downstairs. His jacket rested perfectly across his shoulders, his tie neatly fastened, and a leather folder sat beside his untouched cup of coffee. Marco and Matteo were waiting near the entrance, speaking quietly between themselves. Something important was happening. I slowed my steps, intending to head toward the library instead. Lucien noticed me immediately.“Good morning.”“Good morning.”He picked up the folder. “I’m leaving for a meeting.”“Oh, well then, I’ll stay out of your way.”I had barely turned when his voice stopped me. “Come with me.”I looked back. “What…Me?”“Yes.”“I don’t think I should. I don’t even know what to do.”“You’ll only be listening.”I frowned. “I don’t know anything about business.”“I’m well aware.” His expression remained calm. “You don’t have to speak.”I glanced uncertainly toward Marco. He didn’t object, neither did Matteo, the guy I had just recently become familiar with..“I
CHAPTER 2 NO ESCAPE The barrel was the coldest thing I've ever felt on my skin. Is this how I die!? His green eyes didn't blink, and the gun didn't waver either. My knees went liquid, and my lungs seized, but the only sound in the room was my own heartbeat trying to punch through its ribs
CHAPTER 1 THE SUBSTITUTE BRIDE CHIARA “What the—” The water hit me like a fist. I didn't just wake up… I drowned. Gasping and choking, I scrambled upright as the freezing water flooded my nose and mouth, and for a moment I forgot how to breathe. Mum stood over me, the empty bucket swing
CHAPTER 5 WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? "You're not Valentina." At first, my mind refused to register what he just said. It didn't feel like a sentence meant for me. It just hung in the air between us while my heartbeat turned erratic inside my chest. Lucien stood watching me like he was waiting
CHAPTER 4 I’M NOT HER. The new room was smaller… I realized it the moment I opened my eyes. It had a smaller bed, a smaller fireplace, and smaller walls closing tighter around me, like the house itself had grown tired of my attempts to escape. And oh… the windows no longer opened. I stood







