LOGINI didn't know what to do. My hands were trembling. My eyes were still wet. What I knew was that I had just told the truth, and it made him leave.A few minutes passed, and I was still standing in the same place when footsteps approached.Marco.He stood in the hallway, looking at me with his characteristic flat expression. Neat black suit, hair slicked back as usual."Madam," he greeted.I looked at him. "Marco, he left.""Yes, Madam. I know.""I was just being honest. He asked me to be honest, but he got angry."Marco paused for a moment, then walked closer, standing beside me at a respectful distance."Mr. Alexandro is like that. He is not accustomed to painful honesty.""What should I do?""Madam should apologize."I blinked. "Apologize? But I didn't...""I know Madam did nothing wrong, but Mr. Alexandro is not the type of man who can be approached with logic. He is angry because he is disappointed. Not because Madam lied, but because Madam is not happy."I fell silent."He feels t
Alexandro stood. He was no longer kneeling. Now he stood before me, looking down at me with dark, unreadable eyes. His hands had released my face, but I could still feel the lingering warmth of his touch on my cheeks."He said you deserve to be happy. Do you think I can't make you happy?"I stayed silent, not daring to answer.He walked to the sofa across from me and sat down again, but this time he didn't sit too far away. Only a small table separated us."Lucia."I still kept my head down."Look at me."I lifted my head slowly. His eyes stared at me with such intensity that I wanted to lower my gaze again, but I held back."I'm going to ask you something. Answer honestly."I swallowed."Are you happy here?"Happy? What did happiness even mean to me anymore? I no longer knew. I had forgotten what happiness felt like. All I knew was survival. Every day, every night, I only survived to stay here."I'm asking you," he said again, his tone beginning to lose patience.I opened my mouth, b
Author's Pov.Lucia was reading a book in her room, occasionally staring out the window with an empty feeling. Since what happened at the event yesterday, Alexandro hadn't spoken to her.At the main gate, a guard walked quickly toward Alexandro's study."Sir, there's a visitor. A man named Nathan. He's asking to see you."Alexandro, who was sitting behind his desk, raised an eyebrow. Nathan? The man who had made Lucia smile so freely yesterday. The unmarried man who used to be Lucia's neighbor back then. The man who had been unsettling him all day.Alexandro set down the pen in his hand, his eyes narrowing."Bring him in."He was curious. What kind of man dared to come to his house uninvited? Without fear? Did Nathan know who he was? Of course he did. Everyone in this city knew the De Luca name, yet this man still came.The guard nodded and turned away.A few minutes later, footsteps were heard in the hallway. Nathan entered with steady steps, without hesitation. A white long-sleeved
Author's PovUpon arriving home, the atmosphere grew even more tense. Alexandro walked in without waiting for Lucia. He strode quickly toward his study on the second floor, leaving Lucia at the doorway with her hands still hanging empty.The study door closed with a loud thud.Lucia stood in the hallway, staring at the door with a heavy chest. She didn't understand. What was wrong? What had she done? Talking to an old friend? Laughing? Smiling? Was that a sin?She looked down and walked to their room alone, sitting on the edge of the bed with a blank expression.In the study, Alexandro sat in a large chair behind a mahogany desk. His face was hard. His hand gripped a pen, but he wasn't writing anything. His eyes stared at the wall as if trying to see through it.A few minutes later, a knock came at the door."Come in."Marco entered with a folder in his hand. His expression was flat as usual, his black suit neat, hair slicked back. He stood before the desk with a respectful demeanor.
AUTHOR'S POVA few days had passed since that night at the disco.Alexandro was staying home more often. He didn’t say much, but he also didn’t go out. Sometimes he sat in the living room reading reports; other times, he was on the terrace drinking coffee while gazing at the sky. Lucia spent her time in the back garden, reading books, writing poetry, or simply sitting and enjoying the afternoon sun.They were like two planets orbiting in their own paths, occasionally crossing, exchanging small smiles, then returning to their own axes.But that morning, while Lucia was having breakfast alone at the dining table, Alexandro came downstairs in casual clothes. A dark gray long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up slightly, and black dress pants. A look far from formal, yet it made Lucia pause for a moment."We're going out," he said.Lucia blinked. "Where?""An event. Non-formal.""W-what event?""Friends. There's a gathering at someone's house."Lucia swallowed. "Am... am I coming?"A
The car moved slowly through the night. City lights sparkled outside the window, but my eyes were vacant, seeing nothing.Beside me, Alexandro held my hand, but I knew he was still angry. Not at me, but at those women, or maybe at the situation. I didn't know.What I did know was that he didn't let go of my hand.When we arrived home, he helped me out. Still holding my hand, he led me inside. The servants nodded respectfully, but I didn't see them. My feet felt heavy, my body weak.In the living room, he released his grip."Sit down."I sat on the sofa. He stood before me, hands on his hips, looking at me sharply. The room lights were bright, leaving nowhere to hide."Look at me."I lifted my head."Are you okay?"I nodded. Even though I wasn't."Don't lie."I looked down. "I'm okay."He paced back and forth for a moment, then stopped in front of me again."What did they say to you?" asked Alexandro.I was silent."Lucia.""It doesn't matter.""What did they say?"I looked down furthe
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 remained standing in the living room for a few moments after Alexandro disappeared at the end of the staircase.My arm still throbbed faintly where he had gripped it. When I looked down, the marks of his fingers were still faintly visible on my reddened skin.I brushed over them slowly.Strangely
“We’re getting married the day after tomorrow.” Alexandro’s voice was flat, as if he were announcing something completely ordinary. There was no hesitation, no emotion I could read on his face. Only that sharp gaze that had been traveling over my body from head to toe. I stood stiffly in front of
The journey back felt much longer than when I left. Throughout the ride in the car, I held my small bag tightly against my chest as if it were the only thing keeping me calm. Streetlights passed by the window like shadows moving too quickly.The closer the car got to Alexandro’s house, the harder m







