로그인I guess we would know in the next chapter if it’s Seraphina or not? But if it’s her, how would Lorenzo react to that? Anyways, I’m also excited for the wedding bells, I hope nothing goes wrong from there. The smut here was kinda lengthy but yeah please
CHAPTER HUNDRED: FACE THAT FEAR? The applause was deafening. Lorenzo stood at the podium, the lights hot on his face, the crowd on their feet. The new car…the most advanced model the company had ever produced…was displayed behind him, sleek and silver, catching every flash of the cameras.He didn't care about any of it.His eyes found Louis in the front row. Louis was smiling, clapping, his eyes bright with pride. The bandage on his arm was barely visible beneath his sleeve.Lorenzo didn't wait for the applause to die down. He stepped off the podium and moved through the crowd, his strides long and purposeful. People tried to stop him…handshakes, congratulations, questions…but he ignored them all.He reached Louis."You did well," Louis said, his voice warm.Lorenzo didn't answer. He pulled Louis into his arms and kissed him…deep, hungry, full of everything he had been holding back.Louis laughed against his lips. "Lorenzo…people are watching…""I don't care."Lorenzo kisse
CHAPTER NINETY NINE: UNHINGED Louis sat cross-legged on the bed, his laptop open in front of him, a stack of glossy cards in his hand. His hair was still damp from the shower, falling in soft waves across his forehead. He was smiling…a real, genuine smile that reached his eyes. "Okay, so," Louis said, flipping through the cards, "I just opened up my bookings and announced that I'm back to work." He held up one of the cards triumphantly. "And I already got booked to host on a show." Lorenzo looked up from his phone, his expression shifting from bored to interested. "A show?" "A big one. Prime time. The kind of thing that could really…" Louis stopped himself, laughing. "Listen to me. I sound like I'm accepting an award." Lorenzo set his phone aside and leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. "You should sound like that. You're incredible." Louis rolled his eyes, but his cheeks flushed. "I got an extra card." He held it up, waving it slightly. "Would you like to come?" Loren
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 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







