Mag-log inChapter is quite short. I have been occupied all day with academic but I still got to put something out there for my readers. Next chapter would be longer 😙. Leave a comment or review before rushing into the next chapter 🙂🙂🙂 Chloe atm needs to cut Valentina off…Louis needs a break too
CHAPTER NINETY EIGHT: MY SAINT LOUIS Louis sat across from Matt in the corner of a quiet café, far from the mansion, far from Lorenzo, far from anyone who might overhear. His coffee sat untouched, growing cold. His hands were wrapped around the cup, but he wasn't drinking. He was staring at the table, his mind racing.Matt watched him for a long moment. "You look like shit."Louis let out a hollow laugh. "Thanks.""You called me here. Said it was urgent." Matt leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed. "So. What's going on?"Louis was quiet. He glanced around the café, checking the faces of the strangers nearby. No one was looking at them. No one was listening. But still, he hesitated."Louis." Matt's voice was firmer now. "What did you do?"Louis's jaw tightened. He looked up, meeting Matt's eyes. "I made a deal."Matt's expression didn't change, but something flickered in his eyes. "What kind of deal?""With Theo."Matt went still. His arms uncrossed slowly. "Theo. As in
CHAPTER NINETY SEVEN: BARGAIN Louis found Lorenzo in the study, staring out the window. His wheelchair was positioned near the desk, a stack of papers untouched beside him. Louis walked in, a small smile on his face. "How do you feel today?" Lorenzo didn't turn. "The same." Louis crossed to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I picked out our clothes for the meeting. Something sharp. Something that says 'we're still in charge.'" He paused. "I chose an excellent tie for you. Dark blue. The one that matches your eyes." Lorenzo finally looked at him. His expression was unreadable. "Louis. I need you to do something for me and to understand me, my love”, Lorenzo said softly. Louis's smile faltered. "What?” Lorenzo reached for his hand, holding it tightly. "You don't have to be at the shareholders meeting with me." Louis blinked. "What? What are you even saying,my love?” "I've made plans. You'll…Chloe and William be taken to a secluded place. Somewhere safe. Somewhere Giusep
Content Warning: This chapter contains homophobic language and slurs. Reader discretion is advised. Chapter Ninety Six: Trust That Terrifies The bar was empty…dimly lit, smelling of stale beer and old secrets. The kind of place that didn't ask questions and didn't remember faces. Louis had chosen it for exactly that reason. Theo was already there, sprawled across a table like he owned it, his legs dangling off the edge, that infuriating smile plastered on his face. He looked like a golden retriever who had just been told he was a good boy. It was almost disarming. Almost. Louis stood a few feet away, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. His mind was already working…cataloging exits, noting the distance between them, calculating how fast he could reach the door if this went wrong. ‘He's Giuseppe's right hand. He's dangerous. He's unpredictable. Don't forget that.’ "I didn't think you were going to come," Theo said, tilting his head. His voice was light, almost playful
Chapter Ninety Five: Warm Sheets Louis stood by the window, his arms crossed, his reflection staring back at him in the dark glass. Lorenzo was in the chair behind him, his walking stick resting against the armrest, his eyes fixed on Louis's back. "He offered to help," Louis said quietly. "Theo. He said he could be useful. He said he's tired of being a tool." Lorenzo's voice was flat. "Don't you even think about it…baby” Louis turned to face him. "I'm not saying I trust him. I'm saying there might be something we can use." "Use?" Lorenzo's eyes narrowed. "You want to use a man who kills people for Giuseppe? A man who you mentioned calls him father?" Louis took a step closer. "He called Giuseppe father. But he also said he's just a tool to him. That kind of relationship can sour. It can crack. And if it does…” "It won't." Lorenzo's voice was sharp. "You don't understand. I know men like Theo. I've been around them my whole life. They don't turn…. don't betray. They follow until
Chapter Ninety Four: Without Me The room was tall and luxurious, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city like a kingdom Lorenzo had built but couldn't yet walk through. A treadmill sat in the center, and Lorenzo moved on it slowly, his steps measured, his jaw tight with concentration. His feet had been getting better…he could feel the strength returning, the muscles remembering what they were meant to do. But he trained in secret, only when Louis was there to watch, only when the world wasn't watching him struggle. Louis sat on the edge of the bed, glasses perched on his nose. The screen exposure these days had caught up with him…late nights reading reports, scrolling through intelligence, piecing together Giuseppe's moves. He looked older, more tired, but there was a softness in his eyes when he watched Lorenzo move. "You should at least have your trainer here," Louis said, his voice light. "Someone professional. Someone who knows what they're doing." Lorenzo shook
Chapter Ninety Three: The Price of Loyalty Louis woke up tied to a wooden chair, his head pounding from whatever they had injected him with. The room was dim, lit by a single lamp that cast long shadows across the walls. Across from him sat Giuseppe, calm and composed, a glass of wine in his hand like he was hosting a dinner party. Behind Louis, a man whistled softly….a cheerful, almost jaunty tune that felt entirely out of place. Giuseppe sighed. "Theo, would you please stop hovering?" Theo…the head guard….grinned, stepping into Louis's line of sight. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a face that looked like it had been carved from stone. But his eyes sparkled with mischief, and his grin was infectious. "Sorry, boss," Theo said, twirling a knife between his fingers. "I just want to see how this plays out. He's got a reputation, this one. The model who stood up to the board. The husband who told you to go to hell. I'm a fan." Giuseppe's jaw tightened. "Theo." "Righ
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE: THE DISTANCE BETWEEN US. The mansion felt different with Chloe in it…brighter, louder, like someone had turned up the volume on a song Louis didn't realize had been playing too low. She sat in a wheelchair, not because she couldn't walk but because she tired easily, her bod
CHAPTER SEVEN: THE BLOOD ON THE STREET The private jet sat on the tarmac, engines humming, ready to take him to Zurich. Lorenzo stood at the bottom of the steps, one foot on the first stair, when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen. The estate. "What." The voice on the other end wa
CHAPTER SIX: THE GRANDMOTHER Louis stood in the middle of the bedroom, staring at the massive bed like it was a cage about to snap shut. He should be getting ready for bed. That's what normal people did. They brushed their teeth, they changed into something comfortable, they lay down and clos
CHAPTER FIVE: MARRIED TO A CRAZY ONE IN MILAN. The private jet felt ridiculous. Louis had never been on a plane that felt more like a hotel room. Leather seats that reclined into beds. A table set with actual silverware. A flight attendant who kept asking if he wanted anything…champagne, caviar







