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ISADORA I stared at the test in my hands, my pulse pounding in my ears. Two lines. Clear. Undeniable. Pregnant. A strange mix of disbelief and fear curled inside me, tangling with something else—something I wasn’t ready to name. I’d suspected it, of course. The nausea, the exhaustion, the way my body felt different in ways I couldn’t quite explain. But seeing the confirmation in front of me made it real. I gripped the edge of the nightstand, my knuckles white. “I can’t tell him.” Bianca sat across from me, arms folded, expression unreadable. “You don’t have to decide that right now.” But I did. Luca was already stretched thin, hunting Costa, tearing through the city in search of answers. He came home late, barely spoke, and when he did, his mind was somewhere else. This? This would drag him back into my orbit, pull his focus in a way I wasn’t sure I was ready for. Because Luca didn’t just protect what was his—he owned it. Controlled it. If he knew I was carrying his child, wh
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ISADORA The phone felt heavier in my hand than it should have. I hesitated before dialing, my heart pounding harder with each ring. When Laura finally answered, I almost forgot how to breathe. “Isa?” The sound of her voice sent a rush of emotion through me. My grip on the phone tightened. “Yeah. It’s me.” A long pause. “I was starting to think I’d never hear from you again.” Guilt twisted in my chest. “I’m sorry,” I said, my voice quieter than I intended. “Luca wouldn’t let me call. He said it would compromise your safety.” Another beat of silence. Then, a sigh. “I get it. He’s probably right.” I rubbed my temple, exhaustion pressing down on me. “Still… I should have found a way sooner.” Laura didn’t immediately respond, and for a second, I thought I’d lost the connection. But then, her voice came through, softer this time. “How are you?” I swallowed hard, debating how much to say. “Laura, I’m pregnant.” Silence. Then, a sharp inhale. “You’re what?” “Pregnant.”
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LUCAI stood in the dimly lit office, hands braced on the desk, staring at nothing. The weight of everything—Costa, the violence, the endless bloodshed—pressed against my ribs. But none of it compared to the realization settling deep in my bones.I was going to be a father.The words tasted foreign, like something that didn’t belong to me. A father.My grip on the desk tightened.I had spent my life ensuring control, making sure nothing—no one—had power over me. And yet, with one whispered confession, Isadora had undone everything. She had shattered the last piece of armor I had left, and the worst part? I didn’t even resent her for it.I wanted this.A breath shuddered out of me, sharp and unsteady. The thought alone should have terrified me, but it didn’t. No, what terrified me was the possibility of losing them.I had grown up watching my father treat my mother like she was disposable. Like love was something fragile, something that could be broken and discarded without consequence
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LAURA The soft hum of the city beyond the window was the only sound in the apartment. It was quiet—too quiet. I sat on the edge of the couch, gripping the small knife in my hand. My heart was steady now, but my body still held tension, my muscles coiled, ready. I hadn’t always been like this. But then, I hadn’t always been attacked in my own home either. A shiver ran down my spine as the memory flashed behind my eyes. A few nights ago... The door had burst open with a deafening crash. I barely had time to react before shadows poured into my apartment. Men—three of them. Their faces hidden, their movements sharp and calculated. I’d grabbed the first thing I could—a lamp—hurling it at the closest one. He staggered back, cursing, but it wasn’t enough. Hands grabbed me, rough and unrelenting. Panic clawed at my throat. I fought. Hard. My nails raked across skin. My knee connected with someone’s ribs. But I wasn’t strong enough. Not against all of them. One of them s
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ISADORAThe cold porcelain of the toilet pressed against my palms as another wave of nausea wracked my body. My stomach twisted violently before I lurched forward, emptying what little remained inside me.A firm but gentle hand ran soothing circles along my back."Get it out, bambina," Bianca murmured, her voice surprisingly soft.I groaned, forehead resting against my arm as I caught my breath. "I hate this."Bianca let out a quiet chuckle, still rubbing my back in slow, measured motions. "Morning sickness is a bitch, but you’ll survive. Besides, you’re strong. You’re Luca’s."I exhaled shakily, sitting back against the cool tile. "He’s gone again."Bianca didn’t pretend to misunderstand. Her lips pressed into a thin line, eyes sharp even as she handed me a damp washcloth. "Chasing a lead. You know how this works."I took the cloth, pressing it against my clammy forehead. "Doesn’t mean I have to like it."She studied me for a long moment. Bianca might have been ruthless in Luca’s fam
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LUCAThe night air was sharp, carrying the scent of damp pavement and cigarette smoke as I leaned against the hood of my car, phone pressed to my ear."Nothing yet," Rafael muttered on the other end. "The bastard’s slippery, but he’ll show his face soon enough."I clenched my jaw, fingers tightening around the device. "Soon enough isn’t good enough."Rafael exhaled heavily. "I know."I ended the call without another word, shoving the phone into my pocket. My patience was wearing thin, and patience wasn’t something I had in abundance to begin with. Every second wasted out here was another second I wasn’t home.Home.The word twisted something in my chest.Isadora.I could still hear her voice from the last time we spoke—anger laced with frustration, a quiet plea beneath it all. She wanted in. Wanted me to talk to her.And I wanted to.God, I wanted to.But I didn’t know how.She thought I was keeping her in the dark because I didn’t trust her. She couldn’t be more wrong. I trusted her
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ISADORALuca’s fingers lingered against my skin, rough and warm, but I didn’t lean into his touch. Not yet.Because I wanted to believe him.I needed to believe him.But belief alone wasn’t enough.I stepped back, his hand falling away, and wrapped my arms around myself. The exhaustion wasn’t just physical—it ran deeper, settling in my bones."You say you’ll do better," I said quietly. "But what does that mean, Luca? Because I can’t keep waking up alone, wondering if today is the day someone takes you from me."His jaw clenched. "No one’s taking me from you."I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. "You can’t promise that."He exhaled sharply, raking a hand through his hair. "I can promise I’ll fight like hell to make sure it never happens.""And what about me?" I took a step closer, my voice steadier now. "You act like keeping me in the dark is protecting me, but it’s not. It’s isolating me."His gaze darkened. "Isadora—""No." I cut him off. "I’m not some fragile thing you can tu
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ISADORA The silence stretched between us, not awkward, not heavy—just there. A quiet understanding.Luca’s fingers trailed lazily along my arm, his touch gentler than I’d ever felt from him before. Like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to hold me but couldn’t quite stop himself."You said she was never really there," he murmured after a while. "What did you mean?"I exhaled slowly, staring at the ceiling. "She was… distracted. Distant. Always chasing something that wasn’t us. My father, mostly."His hand stilled. "She loved him?"I let out a small, hollow laugh. "She thought she did. But I think she loved the idea of him more than the reality. She built him up in her head, made him into something he wasn’t. And when he didn’t live up to it, she just… checked out. From him. From me."Luca was quiet for a long time, his gaze unreadable. "And yet, you still miss her."I turned my head to look at him, something sharp curling in my chest. "You ever think about your mom?"His expression fl
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LAURAThe rooftop bar was closed at this hour, but Rafael didn’t need permission to occupy a space. He owned every room he entered, even one perched above a city still asleep.He was already there, leaning against the railing like it might collapse under the weight of what he was holding back. Hair tousled, black shirt rolled up at the sleeves, that brooding, unreadable look on his face that used to piss me off—and now made my mouth dry.“You’re late,” he said without looking at me.I didn’t rush to close the distance. I took my time, each step a silent declaration.“And you’re still a control freak,” I replied, coming to stand between his legs as he pulled me in, no hesitation. His hands slid to my waist like they belonged there. Because lately, they did.He kissed me—not softly. Like he needed to forget what we were doing. What we were risking. Like I was the only place he could breathe.When he finally pulled away, he kept his forehead against mine. “She s
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ISADORALuca laughed at something Rafael said, the low rumble of it curling around the hallway walls and crawling under my skin.I paused at the archway, watching the two of them with narrowed eyes. The study was awash in golden light—books, whiskey glasses, the faint scent of cigars and secrets. Luca’s posture was relaxed, his hand sweeping casually as he poured a drink. Rafael leaned against the desk, arms crossed, smirking. Like nothing had ever shifted between them.But I remembered.I remembered Luca storming into that garden, face thundercloud-dark. I remembered Rafael's stare—tight-lipped, unreadable. Whatever truce they’d shaken hands on, it wasn’t clean.So why did they act like it was?The door creaked as I stepped back. I didn’t want them seeing me. Not yet. Not when my head buzzed with questions they both refused to answer.Later, when we were alone in the bedroom, I tried to press him gently. “You and Rafael seem... good again.”Luca didn’t look u
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EMILIOThe man across from me was trembling, and not from the cold.I liked that.I lit a cigarette, the tip glowing like a dying star. The smoke curled upward, slow and deliberate, a quiet reminder that time was never on anyone’s side but mine.“She’s outlived her purpose,” I said simply, flicking ash into a crystal tray.Santos swallowed hard. “You’re sure you want to—?”My eyes snapped to his, and he flinched.“You questioning me, Santos?”“No, sir. Never.” He straightened, pretending he had a spine. “Just… she’s been with us a long time. Bianca’s—”“—a liability,” I cut in, calm as ice. “She thinks sleeping with secrets makes her safe. But when loyalty starts to waiver, the only thing keeping someone alive is their silence.”I stood, smoothing the sleeves of my jacket. “She knows too much. She talks to the wrong people. She’s already aligned herself with Morretti. You really think I’m going to wait for her to slip a blade between my ribs?”Santo
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ISADORAThe garden was silent again, but something had shifted—warped. The kind of silence that came before a storm with teeth.Two weeks. That’s all I had left before I walked down an aisle with a man whose promises were carved in blood and devotion. Two weeks before I became Isadora Morretti in front of the world.I should’ve felt safe. Certain. But all I could feel was the slow, suffocating weight of everything we didn’t know tightening around my chest like a corset I couldn’t breathe in.Luca hadn’t let go of my hand. His grip wasn’t gentle—but it wasn’t cruel either. It was possessive. A silent vow wrapped in skin and bone: you’re mine, and I’ll destroy anyone who tries to take you from me.We walked back inside without speaking. Rafael was gone—smart. He knew Luca wouldn’t let the next conversation end in words. And if I wasn’t careful, the next time they stood in the same room, it’d end with a body.Two weeks.I stared at the calendar in our bedroom, the
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ISADORAThe garden door creaked behind me, and I froze.I didn’t need to turn. I felt him—the weight of his presence pressing against my spine like a blade just shy of the skin. Luca.His footsteps were slow, deliberate, like he had all the time in the world to dismantle me.“How long have you been standing there?” I asked, without facing him.“Long enough,” he said.His voice cut through the silence like it always did—sharp, low, lethal. “Long enough to hear Rafael dodge every truth like it might bite him.”I turned then, meeting his gaze. The look in his eyes was unreadable, but his jaw—tight, twitching—spoke volumes.“So,” I said quietly, “you know.”“That he and Bianca are running their own game?” Luca’s voice dropped a notch. “Yeah, princess. I got that loud and fucking clear.”He stepped closer. Too close. His gaze pinned me where I stood, and I felt the heat of it all the way down to my bones.“What I don’t know,” he murmured, “is why you didn’
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ISADORAThe garden was quiet—too quiet. The kind of quiet that made your skin itch, like the calm before something cracked.Rafael stood near the far edge, his posture deceptively relaxed, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a glass of something dark. He didn’t look up as I approached, but I knew he felt me. He always did.“I need to ask you something,” I said, stepping into his shadow.“Isadora.” He nodded once, without looking away from the trees. “You’ve been asking a lot of questions lately.”“And you’ve been giving a lot of half-answers.”He glanced at me then, just a flicker of his gaze, like a warning. But I didn’t back down.“I know about Bianca,” I said.His brow arched, just slightly. “What about her?”“She’s working for Luca. Feeding him information about Emilio. Don’t bother denying it.”“I wouldn’t,” Rafael said smoothly. “Because you’re right.”My heartbeat stuttered. I hadn’t expected him to admit it so easily.“What I don’t un
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ISADORAI woke to his arms still around me. Tight. Protective. Possessive in the way only Luca could be—like even in sleep, he refused to let me drift too far.His chest rose and fell against my back, steady, grounding. The storm had passed, but its echo lingered. Not in words—but in everything else. The way he’d touched me last night… it wasn’t just desire.It was a claim.I slipped out from under him slowly, quietly, needing a moment to breathe, to think without his heat crawling under my skin and clouding my judgment.I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, staring at the bruises on my collarbone—not cruel ones, not painful. Just reminders. A map of where his hands had been. A silent vow written in the language only we understood.He knew now.Everything.But something inside me still twisted—because I hadn’t told him the rest.I hadn’t told him that Emilio—Adrian—wasn't just part of my past.He was circling again.And I could feel it.N
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ISADORAHe knew.Not everything—God, not yet—but enough to make my breath catch as he stepped into the kitchen like a shadow wrapped in silk. His presence didn’t just fill the room—it claimed it, like oxygen suddenly belonged to him, and I was trespassing just by breathing it.And when he looked at me?Not through me.Not around me.At me.Like I was the only thing that existed between heaven and hell.“What's going to change, tesoro?”The word burned more than it soothed.Tesoro.His treasure.He always said it like a vow, like a warning. As if calling me that meant I didn’t get to break, didn’t get to run, didn’t get to hide. His treasure wasn’t allowed secrets. Not without a cost.I clenched the cup too hard. My fingers trembled. My throat tightened with all the words I should say but couldn’t. Not yet. Not while the truth still tasted like betrayal in my mouth.Because how the hell do you tell your husband that the man who saved you years ago
