LOGINLuca POV6:07am. Outside. Running.Cold air. Empty streets. I’m three miles in and my chest still feels like it’s caving.Victoria took the hair tie. Said _I own you now._ Said _act like it if you want her alive._I nodded. Because that’s what you do when they have a gun to her head.My phone is in my pocket buzzing. I don’t check it.At 6:02am I was in the guest room of my dad’s penthouse with her standing over me. At 6:10am I was out the door. At 6:07am I’m running because if I stop I’ll run straight to Vale Tower. To Aria.I can’t.My watch buzzes. 6:09am. I’m turning onto the last block before Moretti Tower when I hear it.Glass breaking. Shouting. Tires screeching.I stop. Look up.Black SUVs. Not ours. Men in masks. The front doors of my dad’s building are already busted open.Moretti Tower. My last name is on that building.My phone rings. Unknown number. I answer.“Mr. Moretti?”“Who is this.”“Security. We’ve got a breach. 43rd floor. Your father’s gone. Mrs. Moretti is insid
Victoria POVI don’t sleep in other people’s houses.Especially not when the husband I married yesterday is sleeping on the floor in the guest room with a hair tie on his wrist.6:02am. Caruso Penthouse.I woke up at 5:30 in the master bedroom. Alone. The bed was cold. The house was quiet. Too quiet.I checked the guest room at 5:45. The door was closed. The light was off. I heard nothing. No breathing. No movement. That’s when I knew. Luca doesn’t do quiet. Luca does control. Luca does anger. Luca does 3am phone calls.I went to the kitchen and made coffee I won’t drink. Then I scrolled my own posts. _Chapter 1 #MrsMoretti. I posted all night and tagged him in all of them. He didn’t like any of them.At 5:58am I checked his phone location. Still here. Still in the guest room.So I went back. Knocked once. No answer. I opened the door.He was on the floor with his back against the wall. Phone in his hand. Eyes closed. Hair tie on his wrist. He looked wrecked. Good.“Luca.”He jerked a
Luca POV 3:14am. Caruso Penthouse. Guest room. I’m not in bed. I’m on the floor with my back against the wall. Suit jacket off. Shirt still on. The city is quiet from up here. Too quiet. Victoria went to bed at 11. Master bedroom. Door closed. She didn’t try to come in here. Probably because she knows I wouldn’t let her. My phone is on the floor next to me. 89 notifications. I haven’t read any of them. Except one. 11:49pm. _Marco: you alive?_ Delivered. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Because if I answered him I’d have to say it out loud. I chose her. I chose Aria. And it still feels like I lost her. 6:14am keeps replaying. _“Or that girl dies.”_ I signed the paper at 9:03am. I let Victoria kiss my cheek at 1:17pm. I came home to this white room at 1:31pm. And now it’s 3:14am and I can’t breathe. I pick up the hair tie from the nightstand. Black. Small. I wrap it around my wrist. It’s too tight. Everything is too tight. On TV, muted, they’re still running the wedding ph
Macro POVThe house is too quiet.It’s 11:47pm in Vale Tower and I’m sitting on the floor of my room with my back against the bed. There’s an unopened bottle of water next to me. I haven’t had anything to drink since 6pm.Isabella went home at 9. Nico, Enzo, and Dante went to their rooms an hour ago. No one said goodnight. Because what is there to say?I keep seeing it on loop. 1pm. The press conference. Luca standing next to Victoria in that black suit, saying _no comment_ while cameras flashed in his face. Then Victoria leaning in and kissing his cheek like she owned him. By 1:18pm the photo was already up with the caption _Chapter 1 #MrsMoretti_.My phone buzzes on the floor beside me. I don’t look. It’s probably her. Victoria’s been texting all of us from unknown numbers all night. I saw Enzo block her at 11:55 when I walked past his room. The notification popped up and then disappeared.I should sleep. I can’t.At 10pm I checked on Aria. She wasn’t in her room. She was on the cou
Luca POVThe car stops.1:00pm.Caruso Tower.“Mr. Moretti,” the driver says. “We’re here.”I don’t move.Victoria is already out of the car. Red coat. Red lips. She’s talking to two reporters like this is a runway.She turns back and opens my door herself.“Smile,” she says. Not a request.I get out.Flash. Flash. Flash._Luca Moretti arrives with new wife.__Merger finalized.__Power couple._My hand finds the hair tie on my wrist. Black. Under my sleeve.I pull my cuff down to cover it.Inside, it’s cold. Marble floors. Cameras on tripods.My father is here. Mr. Caruso is here. Lawyers.And Isabella.Isabella.And behind her, my brothers.Four of them.No.Four.Marco sees me first. His eyes go flat.Nico doesn’t even look at me.Enzo looks through me.Dante looks at the floor.They chose her.They followed her to Vale Tower this morning.And I don’t blame them.I’m the one who signed.“Luca,” my father says. Low. “Stand next to your wife.”Victoria takes my arm. Her nails dig in.
Aria POVThe TV is on. I didn’t turn it on. Nico did.It’s 1:00pm.Vale Tower. Living room.I’m on the couch. Not the floor. That’s progress, I guess. Marco is in the chair next to me. Nico is standing by the window. Enzo and Dante are behind the couch. Isabella is downstairs. No one is talking.The screen reads _LIVE: VALE ENTERPRISES + MORETTI FAMILY PRESS CONFERENCE_.Then it cuts.New chyron: _BREAKING: MORETTI-CARUSO WEDDING CONFIRMED_My chest stops.It’s City Hall. White steps and cameras and that cold Chicago light. Victoria is in a red coat. Luca is in a black suit. His hand is on her back. Her hand is on his arm. They’re smiling.Not big smiles. The kind you do for business photos. But they’re smiling.“Turn it off,” I whisper.No one moves.The anchor’s voice is too bright for this. “At 9:03am this morning, Luca Moretti and Victoria Caruso were married in a private ceremony. Sources confirm the merger between Moretti holdings and Caruso Industries is now finalized. Mr. More


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