My hands shook as I stared at the screen.The words blurred together, but they still burned into my brain.You should have stayed invisible.My stomach twisted. My chest felt tight, like I couldnât get enough air.Luca ripped the phone from my hands before I could react. His jaw clenched so tight I thought it might break, his entire body going still.And thenâHe exploded.âFucking hell.â His voice was raw, furious. He shot up from the bed, pacing the room like a caged animal, one hand in his hair, the other still gripping my phone so tightly his knuckles turned white.I just sat there, frozen.Because I knew this moment.Iâd lived it before.Only last time, I hadnât had anyone pacing the room, fists clenched in anger on my behalf.Last time, Iâd been alone.Luca spun back toward me. âHas this happened before?âI hesitated.His eyes flashed. âSienna.âI swallowed, fingers digging into the blanket beneath me. âNot exactly.âHis nostrils flared. âNot exactly?âI pulled my knees up to my
I left Siennaâs dorm room feeling like I was going to rip someoneâs throat out.I wasnât stupid.She was hiding something.The way she looked at me, the hesitation in her voiceâit was more than just a creepy text. This wasnât new to her. Someone had been messing with her long before tonight.And Iâd let it slip under my radar.That wasnât fucking happening again.I didnât go back to my room. I didnât call Ethan or anyone else.I headed straight to my uncleâs office.By the time I reached the administration wing, it was well past midnight, but I didnât give a shit.I pounded my fist against the door once before shoving it open.Matteo Russo looked up from his desk, brows lifting as he took in my stance. âLuca.â His voice was steady, unreadable. âTo what do I owe the pleasure?âI threw my phone on his desk. âSomeone is threatening her.âHe didnât blink. âWho?âI clenched my jaw. âIf I knew that, I wouldnât be here.âHe picked up the phone and read the message. Then he set it down and le
I didnât sleep.How could I?The message on my phone burned a hole in my brain, looping over and over again until my head ached. Every time I closed my eyes, I imagined shadows lurking in the corners, faceless figures watching me from the dark.I hated this feeling.Hated the fear curling inside me, whispering that no matter how far I ran, Iâd never outrun my past.It was 5 AM when I finally gave up pretending to sleep. I got out of bed, dressed quickly, and slipped out of the dorm before the halls got busy.I needed air.I needed Luca.âThe rugby field was empty when I got there, but I knew heâd been here.The crushed cigarette on the ground, the indent in the grass where someone had been sittingâit screamed Luca.A gust of wind hit me, sending a chill through my hoodie, and I hugged myself, scanning the horizon.Where are you?I didnât have to wait long for an answer.I heard footsteps behind me, heavy and deliberate.I turned just as Luca came into view, his face shadowed by the e
I knew Ridgecrest Academy.I knew every whispered secret, every hushed conversation behind closed doors. I knew who controlled the social hierarchy, who ran the underground deals, and who had enough power to make someone disappearâfiguratively and literally.And right now, my instincts were screaming that something was very, very wrong.Amandaâs little stunt in the dining hall wasnât just some petty attempt to get under Siennaâs skin. Noâthis was calculated. A well-placed strike meant to rattle her. And the way she spoke?She knew something.Something I didnât.And that was unacceptable.ââTell me everything.âEthan and Jaxon sat across from me in my room, the tension thick enough to choke on. Sienna was next to me, curled up in my hoodie like she belonged there. Like she was mine.She was still shaken, though sheâd never admit it. I could feel the way her fingers twisted the fabric of my sleeve, the barely-there tremor in her breath.And I wanted blood for it.Ethan sighed, running
I had been afraid before.Afraid of my fatherâs debt.Afraid of the notices that piled up on our doorstep.Afraid of the way people whispered when they thought I wasnât listening.But this?This was something else entirely.Because now, it wasnât just fearâit was a warning.Amanda had made it clear that she knew something. And now, thanks to Luca, Ethan, and Jaxon, we knew why.She was in Matteo Russoâs pocket.Which meant I wasnât just dealing with Ridgecrestâs elite.I was dealing with Lucaâs family.And if there was one thing Iâd learned in my short time here, it was this: The Russos didnât play fair.âI sat in Lucaâs dorm, curled up in his oversized hoodie, my arms wrapped around my knees.Across from me, he paced like a caged animal.Jaxon was slouched in the chair by the window, arms crossed, while Ethan leaned against the wall, looking unusually serious.The silence was suffocating.ThenââWe need to take control of this,â Luca said, voice sharp.Ethan nodded. âYeah. The quest
Ridgecrest had always been a battlefield.Most people didnât see it that way.To them, it was just another elite prep school where rich kids played pretend, and the only real consequences were bad grades and college rejection letters.But I knew better.Because Ridgecrest wasnât about education.It was about power.Who had it.Who controlled it.And who was willing to burn the entire place down to keep it.Matteo Russo had been pulling the strings for years.Now?He was about to find out what happened when his own blood turned against him.âSienna sat across from me in my room, legs crossed, her sharp eyes locked on the papers scattered across my desk. The dim glow from my desk lamp cast long shadows across her face, highlighting the determination in her expression. She didnât look nervous. She looked ready.Which was good.Because we were past the point of turning back.Jaxon leaned against my desk, flipping through the file she had pulled together. âSo, whatâs the move?âEthan crac
The moment I stepped onto campus, I felt it.Tension.It crackled in the air like static before a storm, making the halls feel smaller, the air thicker. Students were whispering in hushed voices, heads bent together, eyes darting around as if expecting the walls to grow ears.And maybe they should.Because Ridgecrest wasnât the same school it had been a week ago.It was on fire.Not literal flames, but something more dangerous.Truth.The whispers started as rumors. Little fragments of doubt planted in the right ears, the right minds.And now?They had spread like wildfire.Matteo Russoâs name was everywhere.No one was bold enough to say it outright, but the tension was unmistakable. Teachers were distracted, the administration was on high alert, and the studentsâespecially the rich, powerful onesâwere nervous.Because if Ridgecrestâs dirtiest secrets were dragged into the light, they wouldnât be the only ones exposed.ââLuca,â I whispered, gripping his arm as we walked through the
Sienna could feel the weight of the walls closing in.It wasnât just in the way people whispered now when they passed by, their voices hushed but their eyes sharp with curiosity. It wasnât even in the way Luca had become more obsessive, more relentless in his pursuit of the truth about his father.No.It was in the way he looked at her.Like he knew. Like he could sense that she was keeping something from him, that the silence between them wasnât just exhaustion or stressâit was a barrier she couldnât let him break through.She gripped the edges of the textbook in front of her, her nails digging into the worn paper. The library was quiet, save for the soft scratching of pens against notebooks and the occasional rustle of a page turning. Across from her, Luca sat with his head down, flipping through the endless notes he had been compiling over the last few weeks.If she closed her eyes, she could still remember the first time sheâd seen him like thisâso focused, so determined. But back
(Siennaâs POV)The house was alive with laughter, the scent of fresh flowers and warm food mingling in the air as the guests arrived one after another. It felt surrealâthis moment, this day. A day that marked the beginning of something far greater than Luca and me. It was the start of a new legacy, a new generation.I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the delicate lace on my white and gold dress. The fitted bodice hugged my waist, the flowy skirt cascading down to the floor in elegant waves. It was tradition to wear white for purity, for new beginnings, and today, everything felt pure.âAre you ready?â Lucaâs voice came from behind me, deep and soothing.I turned, and there he wasâmy husband, the father of my children, the love of my life. He looked breathtaking in his custom-fitted navy-blue suit, the gold cufflinks matching the accents on my dress. His dark hair was styled to perfection, but it was his eyesâthe way they softened when they met mineâthat made my heart race.âAs
(Siennaâs POV)The house was finally quiet. It was a fragile silence, the kind that came after hours of soothing newborn cries, calming restless toddlers, and making sure everything was set for the next day. I stood at the doorway of the nursery, my fingers gripping the frame as I watched my daughters sleeping soundly in their cribs.Elena and Isabella.It still felt surreal, even though I had spent the past eight weeks holding them, feeding them, memorizing every little detail about their tiny features. The gentle rise and fall of their chests, the way Isabellaâs little fingers always curled around her sisterâs when they were placed beside each other, the way Elena would turn her head in search of my voice.A soft smile tugged at my lips.It wasnât just them that made my heart feel impossibly fullâit was everything. The house, now brimming with life. The sound of Matteo and Alessandroâs giggles echoing through the halls. The way Luca looked at me with a depth of love that made me wea
(Luca's POV) Sienna was asleep.After more than fifteen hours of labor, screaming, crying, and a near bone-breaking grip on my hand, she had finally drifted into a well-earned rest. Her body was utterly exhausted, her face soft in slumber, strands of hair still sticking to her forehead.But me? I couldnât sleep. Not even for a second.Because right in front of me, in the transparent bassinet beside Siennaâs hospital bed, lay our daughters.My daughters.I still couldnât wrap my head around it. It didnât feel real. How could it? One moment, it was just the two of usâjust me and Sienna, figuring out life, navigating chaos, and nowâĶ now there were four of us.My heart clenched.They were so tiny. So fragile.One of them let out a small, soft sigh in her sleep, her tiny fingers twitching before settling against the soft pink blanket wrapped around her. Her sister lay beside her, her lips pursed slightly, looking just as peaceful.Matteo had arrived with Alessandro a few hours ago, and af
(Luca's POV) Time had never felt so slow and so fast at the same time.The past eight months had been a whirlwind. From setting up the nursery to attending doctorâs appointments, every single day had been a countdown to this moment. And nowânow it was here.Sienna was in labor.And I was losing my goddamn mind.I had rehearsed this moment a thousand times. I had planned, prepared, and memorized every step of the process. But all of that went out the window the second Sienna gripped my arm and gasped, âLucaâĶ my water just broke.âFor a solid five seconds, I stared at her like a complete idiot.Then chaos erupted.âOkayâokay! Weâre ready! We have the bag! We have theâwhereâs my phone?!â I patted down my pockets, my movements jerky and uncoordinated. My heart was pounding so loudly in my ears that I barely heard Sienna groan.âLuca,â she exhaled, gripping the kitchen counter as she breathed through a contraction. âStop panicking.ââIâm not panicking,â I lied, my hands shaking as I reach
(Sienna's POV) The news of our twin girls spread like wildfire. By the time Luca and I had finished calling everyone in our immediate circle, our families had already told their friends, and somehow, I suspected half the neighborhood knew too.Lucaâs mother had called againâtwiceâto ask if she could start planning the baby shower immediately. My own mother had sent me a list of name suggestions before I could even finish breakfast. Even Cassie had texted me with an absurd amount of baby girl outfits she wanted to buy.And through all of this, Luca looked like a man who had been hit by a freight train.âAre you okay?â I asked him as he slumped against the kitchen counter, staring at his phone.He let out a slow breath. âI just got a message from my uncle. He says congratulations, and that we should start looking into bulletproof windows for when the girls are teenagers.âI snorted. âHeâs not wrong.âLuca groaned, rubbing his face. âSienna, do you realize how much trouble Iâm in?âI ra
(Lucaâs POV)I didnât know how long I sat there, staring at the ultrasound screen like a man whoâd just had his entire world flipped upside down. Twin girls.Two.Jesus Christ.I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply as I tried to process the reality of it. One baby had already been enough to completely wreck me in the best possible way, but two? I was so f***ed.Sienna was watching me, her fingers squeezing mine, probably waiting for me to say something more profound than the string of curses Iâd already let loose. But my mind was short-circuiting.Twin daughters.âLuca,â she murmured, her voice softer now, like she was worried about me.I shook myself out of the trance, blinking at her before looking back at the screen, where two tiny, indistinct shapes flickered with life. My daughters.I swallowed hard, my chest tightening with something dangerously close to tears. âTheyâre so small,â I rasped.Dr. Caldwell chuckled. âThatâs because theyâre only about ten weeks along. But I
(Siennaâs POV)I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers idly tracing the fabric of my nightgown. The past few months had been a whirlwindârecovery, adjusting back to normal life, and trying to find a sense of peace after everything weâd been through. Luca had been my rock, never leaving my side, always knowing exactly what I needed before I even said a word. And now, as the early morning light filtered through the curtains, I found myself staring down at the pregnancy test in my hands.Two lines.Two lines.I blinked. My breath hitched.No. This couldnât be right.I grabbed another test from the drawerâone of the fancy digital ones. My hands shook as I followed the instructions, waiting the agonizing minutes for the result.âPregnant. 3+ weeks.âA choked gasp left my lips. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears.Pregnant.I pressed a hand to my stomach, a thousand thoughts racing through my mind. We hadnât been trying, not exactly, but we also hadnât been preventing it. I
Luca's POV I never thought the sight of home would make my chest ache the way it did today. As the car rolled up the driveway, the massive wrought-iron gates slowly opening, I tightened my grip on Siennaâs hand.âWeâre here, baby,â I murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple.Her head rested against the seat, exhaustion still etched into her delicate features, but when she lifted her gaze to meet mine, I saw something thereârelief. Hope. A softness that had been missing for too long.She smiled, small but real. âHome,â she whispered, as if testing the word on her tongue.It had been months of uncertainty, months of fighting battles that neither of us had been prepared for. The long nights in the hospital, the painful procedures, the endless waiting for answers that never seemed to come fast enough. But we had made it through.And now, we were finally back where we belonged.The front door swung open before the driver even fully stopped the car. My mother rushed out first, wiping her ha
(Siennaâs POV)The hospital doors slid open, ushering in a crisp breeze that smelled like rain-soaked pavement. It was the scent of freedom, of normalcy, of the life we had fought so hard to return to. After what felt like an eternity inside these sterile white walls, we were finally walking out as a family again.Luca held Matteo in his arms, pressing a soft kiss to our sonâs temple. Matteo had always been a light sleeper, but today, exhaustion had won, and he rested against his fatherâs chest, his small fingers curled into the fabric of Lucaâs hoodie. Alessandro clutched my hand tightly, his grip firm as if he were afraid someone would try to pull us back inside. He had been so strong through all of this, stronger than any five-year-old should ever have to be.Outside, Dr. Caldwell and Dr. Moreau stood near the entrance, watching us go.âRemember,â Dr. Moreau said, adjusting the glasses perched on his nose, âhis immune system is still delicate. Keep him away from crowded places for