LOGINIn a world where having power means having a target on your back, love isn't a fairy tale, it's a risk. Luca Moretti never wanted to be a piece in someone else's game. He’s a man who values his family above everything else, and that’s exactly how they got to him. To save the people he loves, Luca is forced into a marriage he didn't ask for, tied to a man who represents everything he fears. Adrian Voss doesn't do "feelings." After a past that left him cold and a lifestyle that demands total authority, he built an empire where he is the only one in charge. For Adrian, marrying Luca isn't about starting a life together. It’s about a deal. It’s about having someone under his roof that he can control, own, and break. Behind the closed doors of their shared home, the public smiles disappear. Adrian doesn't want a husband; he wants a shadow. He wants to see how much Luca can take before he finally snaps. He’s determined to strip away Luca’s pride until there’s nothing left. But Adrian made one mistake: he underestimated who he was marrying. Luca might be trapped, but he isn't broken. As the two men move through a dangerous dance of manipulation and a strange, heated attraction they both hate, the lines between "enemy" and "lover" begin to blur.
View MoreThe penthouse in New York was blindingly corporate, a sterile expanse of glass and steel that overlooked a foggy Manhattan skyline. It lacked the distinct, heavy warmth of his estate and the suffocating, intense atmosphere of his penthouse back home.But Adrian hadn't come to New York for the view. He had come to escape.He stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, a glass of amber bourbon swirling in his right hand. The liquid caught the sharp, cold light of the morning sun, mirroring the freezing numbness that had settled deep into his chest. He hadn't slept. Not last night, and certainly not the night before. Every time he closed his eyes, the quiet, terrifying echo of a wet sob rung in his ears, followed by the definitive, agonizing clink of a glass against a marble counter.His hands, usually steady enough to sign away millions or pull a trigger without a single tremor, shook slightly as he took a slow sip. The burn of the alcohol did nothing to dull the memory.He had lost control.
The kitchen table was filled with the familiar clutter of the Moretti home, but Luca felt like a ghost sitting among the living. As the initial euphoria of the hug faded, the reality of his situation set in. His body still ached, a constant, throbbing reminder of the night before beneath his beautiful cream sweater. Every time he shifted on the wooden chair, a dull pulse of pain radiated through his hips, forcing him to keep his posture rigidly straight so his family wouldn't notice."You look thin, Lu," his father, Lorenzo, said, his sharp eyes scanning Luca’s face. The patriarch’s gaze was legendary for cutting through deception, and Luca felt exposed under it. Lorenzo reached over, his heavy, scarred hand covering Luca’s smaller one. "Are they feeding you over there? Is Voss treating you like a husband, or a prisoner?"Luca forced a bright, easy smile that didn't reach his eyes. He practiced this look in the car, smoothing out the tension in his forehead. "He treats me well, Papa.
The ride back from Voss Industries was even worse than the ride there. Luca sat with his face pressed against the cold glass of the window, his chest still aching from his crying fit in Adrian’s office. He felt hollow, his throat raw and dry. Beside him, Adrian was completely silent. The only sound in the car was the quiet hum of the tires on the asphalt. Adrian didn't look at his tablet this time. He just stared straight ahead, his jaw locked tight, his broad shoulders tense and rigid.When the car finally pulled into the dark underground garage of the penthouse, Luca got out quickly. He wanted to run to his room and hide under the sheets, but his body felt incredibly heavy and tired.He walked into the penthouse foyer, the bright lights making his eyes sting. He didn't want to look at Adrian, so he headed straight for the kitchen to get a glass of water. His hands were still shaking so much the glass clinked against the marble counter as he set it down.Suddenly, the air in the roo
The morning brought no relief. The light that filled the bedroom was cold and gray, throwing sharp shadows across the floor. Luca lay in the center of the vast bed, his body aching with a deep, heavy exhaustion. He hadn't slept. Every time he closed his eyes, he heard the red lock on the elevator blinking, or he saw his father’s weeping face, or he felt the heavy, suffocating warmth of Adrian’s body holding him in the dark. The memory of his begging from the night before sat like a stone in his throat. He had dropped to his knees. He had grabbed Adrian’s suit jacket, crying and sobbing, offering up every shred of his pride just for a single hour with his family. And Adrian had said no. The word had been flat, cold, and final. It had cut through Luca’s desperation like a knife, leaving him alone in the dark to realize the terrifying truth: there was no mercy in this penthouse. The heavy door of his bedroom opened without a knock. Luca flinched, pulling the silk sheets tighter
The sun was starting to set over the city, but inside the Moretti mansion, there was only tension. Luca went up to his room to pack his things, his hands trembling so much he could barely hold his clothes. He couldn't even get through it without breaking down. Everything was so overwhelming. Just a
The Moretti house was always a place of noise and laughter. It was a home where the walls seemed to vibrate with life, the sound of Italian opera coming from the kitchen, the heavy thud of footsteps on the stairs, and the constant, energetic bickering of brothers who loved each other more than they
The morning sun pushed through the blinds, leaving bright stripes on the floor. The city below was already busy and loud, but Adrian’s penthouse was dead quiet. He sat up slowly and put his feet on the cold floor. The other side of the bed was empty. Luca was gone. There wasn't a note or a message,
The bass from the club's speakers vibrated right through the soles of Adrian’s shoes and into his chest. He sat alone in the dim, red-lit VIP section, swirling a glass of neat whiskey.He hated places like this. He hated the flashing lights and the suffocating energy of the crowd below. But the noi












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