LOGINLucia's PovAfter the children fell asleep and the mansion grew quiet, Alexandro reached for my hand."I missed you."I looked at him, feeling my heartbeat begin to race faster."I missed you too, but I...""Are you scared? I know it's been a long time since we've done this. But I want you to trust me. I would never hurt you."I nodded. "I trust you, Ale."He smiled, then took my hand and led me to the special room—the room we'd always used for play. The walls were lined with black fabric, and in the center of the room were various tools we hadn't touched in a long time."Are you sure?" I asked."Very sure," he said, his eyes looking at me with burning desire. "Do you want to?"I took a deep breath, then nodded. "Yes."Alexandro began to undress me slowly, his touch gentle but full of confidence. Every time his fingers touched my skin, I felt electricity spread through my entire body. He kissed my neck, my shoulder, and I felt a moan escape my lips before I could stop it."Ahhh... Ale
Lucia's Pov"You really want me to do this?" I asked, my voice still hoarse.Alexandro nodded, his hand still gently stroking my cheek."I think it'll be good for you. You can see other women who struggle with the same issues you've experienced. You can see that beauty isn't defined by body size, and maybe, you can rediscover your confidence."I was silent, thinking about his words. All this time, I'd always felt insecure about my body, especially after giving birth. But maybe, by being a judge at this contest, I could learn to accept myself."Alright, I'll do it."Alexandro smiled widely, kissing my forehead with such love."I'm proud of you. I know you can do this."A few days later, we met the show's producer at a cafe in the city center. The producer was a middle-aged woman with short hair and incredible energy."Mrs. De Luca!" she exclaimed when she saw us coming. "I'm so glad you agreed to be a judge! This is a very innovative concept, and I'm sure this show will become very pop
Lucia's PovI looked at Alexandro holding Leo with such love, gently rocking him until the baby's cries subsided. My heart felt warm seeing them, but at the same time, the fire of anger toward my father kept burning in my chest.Matteo Bianchi. My biological father. The man who killed Davina, who trafficked humans like goods, who sold babies for vile rituals. The man whose blood flowed through my veins.I couldn't let this continue. I couldn't let that monster keep roaming free and destroying other people's lives. I had to do something. I had to stop him.But how? I wasn't an agent, I wasn't a fighter, I was just a mother and a wife. I didn't have the physical strength to fight Matteo, and I didn't have the skills to track him down.Or could I?I started working out every morning. Not just light exercise to stay fit, but intense training that made me sweat and my muscles ache. I started learning boxing, punching the sandbag with all my strength, imagining that the bag was Matteo's fac
Lucia's PovThat morning I woke up with puffy eyes from crying all night. The bed beside me was still empty, and cold. I stared at the ceiling, feeling deep regret over everything that had happened last night.I heard footsteps in the hallway, and then the bedroom door opened. Alexandro stood at the doorway, his face tired but his eyes full of remorse."Lulu," he said softly, his voice hoarse. "I'm sorry."I looked at him, not knowing what to say. He walked closer, sat on the edge of the bed, and took my hand."I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't have shouted at you like that. I shouldn't have said those hurtful things. I've just been under too much pressure lately."I felt tears streaming down my cheeks. "I'm sorry too, Ale. I shouldn't have been so blindly jealous. I should have trusted you."Alexandro let out a long sigh, pulling me into his arms."We were both wrong, but I don't want us to keep fighting like this. I don't want to lose you.""I don't want to lose you either. I'
Lucia's PovThat night, after everyone had fallen asleep, I lay in bed beside Alexandro. I felt his hand creep around my waist, pulling me closer. Usually, his touch made me feel passion, made me want more. But tonight, I felt empty."Lulu," he whispered in my ear, his breath warm on my neck. "I missed you. I missed this."I didn't answer. I just lay still, letting his hands explore my body. He kissed my neck, my shoulder, and I felt his burning desire. But me? I felt nothing.He climbed on top of me, his eyes looking at me with love and desire."I love you, Lulu," he whispered, and then he entered me.I closed my eyes, letting my body move with his rhythm. I heard his sighs, his moans, the words of love that came from his lips. But I felt nothing. No passion, no pleasure.Alexandro kept moving, his breath quickening."Lulu... ahhh... you feel so good..." he moaned.I stayed silent, just lying beneath him like a doll. I couldn't pretend anymore. I couldn't force myself to feel somethi
Lucia's PovI stood beside Davina's grave, feeling the cold evening wind hit my face. My hand held a single white flower, and I placed it on the still-fresh soil. Tears streamed down my cheeks, not just for Davina, but for everything that had happened.Davina. The woman who always smiled at me, who always helped take care of Aurora and Leo, who was always there when I felt overwhelmed as a new mother. She was my friend, my companion in that lonely mansion. And now she was gone, killed by my own biological father.I still couldn't believe it. Matteo Bianchi was my father. The man who shot Davina three times without mercy was my own flesh and blood. I carried the genes of a monster, a demon with no conscience."I never expected this," I whispered to myself. "I never expected to have a father like that."Marco stood beside me, his eyes still red from crying. He didn't say anything, just stared at Davina's grave with an empty expression. I reached for his hand, holding it gently."I'm so
I showed him everything I had learned from Mira.I sat on his lap, both arms wrapped around his neck. My breath was slow, rhythmic, exactly as Mira taught. "Breathing is the key," she said before. "Proper breathing can make a man lose control."I whispered in his ear. "Where do you want me to start
Three days since Mira came.Three days I learned, about touch, about sound, about movement, about how to make a man want you. And every night, I waited.Alexandro did not come home.Around ten at night, I heard a car in the driveway. My heart pounded wildly.I ran to the window. The black car was p
At nine fifty, I was already sitting in the living room, my heart pounding. The simple house dress I was wearing didn't feel like enough. I twisted the hem of my clothes and waited.Right at ten o'clock, Mira arrived.Today she looked different. Still beautiful, still graceful, but her clothes were
The priest began to recite the prayer in a steady voice that echoed throughout the church. I stood still beside Alexandro, my hands feeling stiff as I held the bouquet. The scent of lilies was too strong, almost making me dizzy."We are gathered here today to witness the marriage of Alexandro De Lu







