LOGINAlexandro didn't answer my question. He just let out a long sigh, then walked to the desk and opened his laptop. The screen lit up. He started typing something, maybe an email, maybe a report, maybe something related to his dark business. I didn't know. What I did know was that he didn't want to discuss Marco, Davina, or Damien.I sat on the sofa, hugging a pillow, my thoughts racing. Marco gay? Maybe. Or maybe not. Maybe he was just traumatized by the past. Maybe he already had a secret lover. Maybe he wasn't interested in women because he was too busy protecting Alexandro. Or maybe I was just overthinking.My eyes shifted to the bedside table. Alexandro's phone lay there.Since getting married, I had never checked his phone. Not because I didn't trust him, but because I was afraid. Afraid of finding something that could destroy our marriage. But tonight, for some reason, my hand moved on its own. I took the phone, opened it, and it was unlocked.Alexandro never locked his phone.I o
Day after day passed.Isabella stayed in the room at the end of the hallway, and I let her stay here but with one condition: she had to maintain cleanliness.I couldn't bear to kick her out, especially after seeing her empty eyes and hearing the story of her past. But I also couldn't let her continue behaving as she pleased, taking things without permission, entering rooms without knocking, leaving dirty dishes everywhere.I myself started my first semester break.My weight went up again. Five kilograms in two weeks.I was not destined to be thin, I thought. And that was okay.Today, Davina made Asian food for me. Noodle soup with spices from her country. The aroma was appetizing, something rare lately because the constant nausea wouldn't go away."This is chicken noodle soup, Madam. I added ginger and lemongrass to reduce nausea, and a little chili if Madam likes it spicy."I smelled the aroma. "It smells good."Davina smiled. "Please try it, Madam."I slurped the noodles, eating slo
The bedroom door swung wide open without a knock. Isabella stood at the threshold, her hair still wet, probably just having showered. Her weary eyes looked at me, then at Alexandro who was still only wearing a towel around his waist, then back at me. No shame. No guilt for entering without permission. Just an empty stare that made me uneasy."Lucia, can you lend me your bag?"I sat up in bed, pulling the blanket to cover my body."Which bag, Mom?""The black leather bag. I like the style.""That's the only nice bag I have, Mom.""Just lend it to me. I'll return it later."I sighed. "Fine. Take it from the closet."Isabella walked to the closet. She opened the closet door, took the black leather bag, examined it briefly, then walked to the door. No "thank you." No "excuse me." No "sorry for disturbing." The door closed.Alexandro looked at me. I looked back at him."I understand why you asked that question," I said."Which question?""About my mother. You said she's a little mentally d
Lucia's Pov.I woke up with a dizzy head and a stomach that still felt nauseous even though I had taken Fabio's medicine. Outside, the sun was already high.I looked at the clock beside the bed, it was already nine in the morning. My first semester final exam started at ten. I couldn't skip it. I couldn't repeat the year just because I was pregnant."I have to go," I said to myself.I forced myself to shower. Warm water helped a little, but the dizziness was still there. I changed clothes, a loose white shirt and a long black skirt. I didn't want to stand out. I just wanted to finish the exam and go home.Outside my room, Gianna was already waiting. Her face was still a little pale since the accident, but she had returned to duty. Via had been sent back to her original position, and Gianna now accompanied me wherever I went."Madam, are you sure you want to go? Your face is pale," she said."I have to, Gianna. This is the last exam. After this, I can rest."Gianna didn't argue. She he
In the office, Alexandro sat behind his wooden desk. Damien stood near the window, his eyes looking outside toward the neatly arranged garden."Matteo has moved locations," Damien said.Alexandro raised an eyebrow. "Where to?""We don't know for sure yet, but what's clear is that he's no longer in the old place. His hideout is empty. No valuables, no documents, no trace.""So he fled?""It seems so. Maybe he knows we're hunting him. Maybe someone told him, or maybe he's just paranoid."Alexandro was silent. He spun a pen in his hand. His eyes narrowed."At least Lucia is safe for now. Without Matteo, that dark web site wouldn't dare list her name. They're afraid of Matteo, but they're also afraid of you. With Matteo gone, they have no reason to keep her as a target.""Are you sure?""Nothing is one hundred percent, Ale. But for now, your wife is safe."Alexandro sighed. This was good news. But he couldn't feel completely relieved. As long as Matteo was still out there, as long as that
Alexandro sat in his office with his laptop open in front of him. The screen displayed the faces of executives from various countries: Singapore, Japan, Germany, and America. An important meeting about expanding the property business into the European market. Usually, he would be one hundred percent focused. But today, his mind was divided. Because in the bedroom, Lucia was lying weak after vomiting that morning. "Mr. De Luca, shall we move on to the next agenda?" a man's voice came from the screen. Alexandro blinked. "Yes. Continue." He tried to focus. Graphs. Numbers. Profit projections. Market risks. All of it he usually mastered easily. But today, those numbers seemed blurry before his eyes. Because in his ears, the sound of Lucia vomiting still echoed. In his mind, there was still a worry he couldn't ignore. "Sir, are you alright?" asked a woman from Japan. "I'm fine. Continue." The meeting went on for almost two hours. Alexandro occasionally answered, occasionally gave in
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







