LOGINARIELLA Luca laughed as he shook his head. “ It's not that big of a deal. We’ll find another reason, instead of the truth,” he said. “We could say she’s too young. Or that Leon is too… enamoured with her.” I couldn’t help the small smile. “As I told you,” he added, “Luca doesn’t even want her wo
ARIELLA Asher shook his head. “Nothing to be concerned about. Just family drama between him and his sister. You know how siblings can be.” I gave a small, humourless smile. “I wouldn’t know. I never had any.” He looked at me. “You’re lucky. You were an only child.” “I never thought so,” I sai
ARIELLA Leon wouldn’t shut up about Sia. He was telling everyone, at every single moment, as if they hadn’t already heard. Margaret, of course, mentioned she had cooked for Luca and Sia's parents when they visited the Don, but she didn’t know Sia that well. So, during lunch, I turned to Maria. “
ARIELLA “She is Luca’s sister. Sia. She’s really good with kids, apart from her job at the elementary school, she also teaches Sunday school. I won’t say much more, you’ll learn the rest from her. But she’s a nice girl. She used to come to the house with Luca when he visited with his parents.” I n
ARIELLA I leaned slightly against the wall. “I think when he first got here, everything distracted him. The house, the change… everything. But I know eventually that won’t be enough.” Maria nodded. “It’s good you’re giving him something stable.” “Exactly.” She smiled. “Alright. I’ll let you go
ARIELLA We left the dining room and walked toward Asher’s office. “So,” I asked, “what are you doing today?” “I’m going to see Luca at the famiglia house,” he said as he walked behind his desk and picked up a few documents. “To do what?” “To find more details about Yuri and his brother,” he sai
Asher As I looked down at Ariella asleep in my arms, her body soft and warm against mine, exhausted after the way I had taken her, fully and desperately, I couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of my lips. Just to think... I could’ve died. I could’ve lost her. And I would have never k
He should have. This felt amazing. He lowered himself between my legs, and I opened them for his strong body without hesitation, loving the feel of his powerful, warm body on top of me. He cupped both of my breasts with his hands, squeezed lightly, never taking his eyes off me—nor did I take mine of
I went to the bathroom, closed the door behind me, turned on the tap—and started crying. Silently, as the water rushed into the sink, I let the tears fall. I had to. I needed to get it all out in here, alone, because I couldn’t let Asher see me like this. If he saw me break, he’d know. He’d know I
I cried. Not just with tears—but with sound, with trembling, with my whole body. The kind of crying that strips you bare and leaves you raw. My father pulled me into him, his arms strong and warm, wrapping me in a quiet shield. He didn’t say anything. He just held me, patted my back, and whispered







