登入(Celeste's POV) My chest tightened the moment I stepped onto the stage. The audience was exactly as overwhelming as I had feared. There were rows of faces watching me, cameras catching the bright stage lights, and senior executives sitting in the front section with the calm, serious expressions of people who had watched hundreds of presentations and were waiting to find something wrong. Then I found him. Front row, center. Vincenzo was sitting there with his jacket buttoned and his back straight, his eyes fixed on me. His expression was the same one he had worn during every practice session at home. Calm, serious, and steady. He was the fixed point I had been looking for. My shoulders relaxed slightly, and I walked to the center of the stage. "Good afternoon." My voice came out clear and steady. "What I'm about to show you is the result of three years of foundational research and eight months of applied development." I kept my eyes on Vincenzo. The next twenty minu
(Celeste's POV)Vincenzo had the grace to look slightly embarrassed. "I'll cancel all my morning meetings whenever you're around.""That's not the point." I pointed at my neck. "Look at this. Even full-coverage foundation won't hide it, and I have to see these people today.""I'm sorry."He said it with complete sincerity, but his face told a very different story. He looked like a man who was not sorry at all and was, in fact, quietly pleased with himself. That expression made me want to grab another pillow and throw it at him."You'll do it again," I said."I'll be more careful.""That's not a no!"He picked up his coffee from the nightstand, took a calm sip, and said nothing.I grabbed the pillow and threw it at him.He caught it easily.The next two days were much quieter. Vincenzo kept his distance, I buried myself in work, and we both acted professionally around everyone else. Strangely, that distance was easier and more annoying at the same time. I missed having him close, but I
(Celeste's POV)I looked through the peephole and saw Vincenzo standing outside with his jacket still on and his hands in his pockets, looking completely relaxed. I stayed where I was and did not open the door. A few seconds later, the bell rang again, and then again, but I still did not move. Finally, I opened the door.Vincenzo walked in, and before I could say a word, he reached behind him and locked the door. Then he pulled me into his arms as if nothing had happened."I never told Lorenzo anything," he said, resting his chin on top of my head. "He figured it out himself. I promise.""That's not the point.""I know." He did not sound very sorry about it. "Are you still angry?""Yes.""Okay." His hand moved slowly over my back. "Come to my room tonight."I pulled away and looked at him. "I have work to do.""Celeste...""The project is already behind schedule." I walked over to the desk, sat down, and opened the data file. "Three days behind, actually, and that is directly your fau
(Celeste Moretti's POV)It didn't.Two days later, Lorenzo called me.He told me that Vincenzo had asked him to come to the executive floor. At first, he thought it was about work, but Vincenzo hadn't mentioned any project at all. Instead, he casually asked whether the Vitale Global's R&D department had been unusually busy lately. After that, he forwarded Lorenzo an article from The Wall Street Journal about workplace burnout. Along with the article was a short note reminding him that Vitale Group International cared about its employees' well-being and encouraged every department to maintain a healthy balance between work and personal life.According to Lorenzo, he had walked back to his office in a cold sweat.The first thing he did was check the attendance records. They showed that I hadn't worked any overtime because all the extra hours I spent on the project were done from home and outside office hours. He spent almost an hour trying to understand what Vincenzo had actually been t
(Celeste Moretti's POV)"This one," I said as I pointed at the brochure.Vincenzo looked at the picture, then back at me. A quiet smile appeared on his face, and I could tell he was genuinely pleased."Good choice."Our passports and visas were ready in a single day. I didn't even ask how he managed it. At that point, I had already learned that there were some things Vincenzo could do without needing an explanation. I simply packed my suitcase, followed him onto the plane, and let everything else take care of itself.I spent most of the flight asleep. When I finally opened my eyes, the view outside the window had completely changed. Snow covered everything. Sharp mountain peaks stretched into the distance beneath a pale gray winter sky, and thick snow continued falling over the Alps.The resort was private. Vincenzo told me it belonged to one of his friends, but he never explained which friend or how he had arranged everything. The ski slopes were almost empty, making the whole place
(Celeste Moretti's POV)His lips brushed against my earlobe before moving slowly across my cheek, and after that, there was no room left for conversation. I reached behind me without thinking and grabbed his forearm, but it did absolutely nothing except make him smile."I haven't showered yet," I managed to whisper."I'll help you with that," Vincenzo replied in a calm voice.Before I could answer, he lifted me into his arms. A surprised sound escaped my lips, but it disappeared before it was fully formed.The bathroom soon filled with steam as hot water poured over us. White mist covered the glass until the outside world disappeared, leaving nothing but warmth and the steady sound of running water. I leaned my head back and stopped trying to find something to hold on to.After that, everything became a blur. The only thing I clearly remembered was crying by the end. Vincenzo gently kissed the tears from the corner of my eye and quietly told me it was still early and that he wasn't fi
(Celeste Moretti’s POV) I woke to the steady, mechanical beeping of the hospital monitors and the sharp scent of disinfectant that made my stomach twist. My head throbbed violently, every pulse reminding me of the fall. For a fleeting moment, I tried to place myself, but my mind was a haze until
(Author's POV) The Matriarch of the Conti family leaned toward Vincenzo, her voice lowered to a near whisper. “Are these people descendants of that illegitimate branch?” Vincenzo gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. The Matriarch’s expression tightened, a flicker of confusion crossing her f
(Vincenzo Conti’s POV) I strode through the massive double doors of the Conti estate without slowing, my footsteps echoing faintly against polished marble as I made my way into the drawing room. The Matriarch of the Conti family sat elegantly on a velvet sofa, a porcelain cup of Earl Grey poised
Celeste's POV "I’ve called a car," I lied to a concerned doorman to avoid questions. But when I checked my app, the screen mocked me. No cars available. We were halfway up a hill in an exclusive residential zone. Rideshares were non-existent. A gust of wind swept through the canyon, cutting rig







