LOGINLucia'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 can't leave her here. Davina deserves to be buried properly in her homeland. I have to take her home," said Marco.The man nodded, understanding the loss in Marco's eyes."We'll help, Sir. Our team can dig and move the remains with respect."It took several hours for them to carefully dig up Davina's grave and move her body into a body bag brought from the helicopter. Marco watched every movement closely, making sure Davina was treated with respect."You're going home, baby," Marco whispered, his hand gently touching the body bag. "I'll take you home."The helicopter flew away from that remote island, carrying Marco and Davina's body toward the mainland. The journey felt silent, filled only by the roar of the blades and the deep sorrow in Marco's heart.One day later, Marco finally found Alexandro at a small hospital on the outskirts of the city. Alexandro sat in a chair beside Jasmine's bed, the woman who had helped him escape. Jasmine's leg was wrapped in thick bandages, and ther
Alexandro ran as fast as he could through the dark underground corridors. His breath came in gasps, his heart pounding wildly. He could hear footsteps behind him, Zayed's guards still in pursuit.He turned left, then right, trying to confuse his pursuers. He passed storage rooms, a large kitchen, and an engine room. Everywhere he went, he heard shouting and footsteps getting closer.Finally, he saw an emergency door at the end of the corridor. He ran toward it, pushed it with all his strength, and jumped out into the open air.He was on the back street of the building, in the middle of a bustling city. The sun had already risen, and the market was starting to fill with people going about their activities. Alexandro blended into the crowd, trying to disappear among the dozens of passersby.But Zayed's guards didn't give up. They came out of the emergency door and began searching with sharp eyes. Alexandro ran down the streets, into narrow alleys, trying to get away from the chase.He e
Author's Pov Alexandro stared at Zayed with blazing eyes. The anger he had been holding back was now beginning to overflow. "You dare to hold me captive? In your own house?" Zayed smiled, a smile full of triumph. "This isn't my house. This is my fortress. And here, I make the rules." Zayed's guards began to move forward, their hands reaching for the weapons at their waists. Alexandro stepped back, his eyes quickly assessing the situation. He was unarmed, and there were too many of them to fight directly. "You're making a big mistake," said Alexandro, his voice cold. "You think you can control me? You think you can use me as a pawn in your game?" "I'm not using you as a pawn," said Zayed, rising from the sofa and walking closer. "I'm using you as a key. A key to unlock all the doors that have been closed to me." He stopped a few steps from Alexandro, his eyes staring sharply. "You have everything. Power, wealth, influence. And you got it easily, while I had to work hard for ye
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
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

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