LOGINNyla's POV
The words stayed with me all night.
I barely slept, replaying them in my mind, wondering if I had misheard him….
Morning came too quickly. Sunlight filtered through the heavy drapes, softening the sharp edges of the room. I dressed simply in a fitted black blouse tucked into high-waisted trousers, a reminder that I wasn’t just here as a bride-to-be.
I trailed my step down the staircase, and Luca was already in the dining room; he raised his head at the click of my heels against the marble floor of the ground that wasn't covered with thick rugs.
Our eyes met briefly, but he didn’t say a word and just gestured toward the seat beside him.
Luca's POV I subconsciously took a few steps backwards, my father's words echoing in my head.For a long second, I just stood there, motionless, as if my mind was trying to reject what my ears had just heard.“You weren't supposed to find out this way,” he said tiredly. “She was supposed to tell you herself.”I ended the call before he could continue, my eyes fixed back on the glass window. I didn't even know how to feel.All these months she had her walls up high, all this while her eyes were nothing but cold. But how come? I don't get it. What does my family have to do with the massacre from five years ago? Nothing seems to be making sense.I pressed a hand to my temple, my heartbeat thundering so loud it drowned out everything else.I need to breathe, I need a breather. All this while I thought she was finally opening her heart towards me. She had something else in mind… How could she? How could she live with me, smile at me, touch me, and keep something like this buried?My che
Luca's POV “Our… our… son…” was the last word she managed to whisper before passing out in my arms.No… this can't be happening.“Stay with me, Silver!” I panicked, my voice cracking between my words. My hands were shaking terribly as I pressed down on her wounds, with blood soaking through my fingers thick and terrifyingly hot. Marco and Ava rushed up and stopped beside me.“Call an ambulance!” I yelled to no one in particular, I could barely keep up with my own thoughts.Amidst the chaos, people were running towards the exit, tripping over abandoned champagne glasses while they screamed as they continued fleeing the hall.Silver's face was slowly going pale; she was losing too much blood.Damn it!Where on earth is the ambulance?I couldn’t think. My thoughts were shattered all over the place.“Please be okay… please…” I whispered in between muffled voices as I scooped her into my arms. I couldn't wait any longer, I had no more time to do so.“The car is ready!” Marco said breat
Nyla’s POVThe party was going well, with soft music, the soothing sound of people laughing, and waiters who moved around with trays of champagne. After a while, a group of performers took the stage and did a short choreography that got everyone clapping. Then the charity auction began, one of the Valenti family traditions, and the money always went to orphanages. People were bidding generously, clearly trying to show off their wealth.After a while, Luca started introducing me to some of his business partners. I smiled politely, shook hands, and nodded as he talked. Most of them were older men in expensive suits, and a few of their wives kept complimenting my dress. It felt wonderful but a little overwhelming.Ava finally found me in the crowd, her blue gown glittering under the lights, and she looked astonishing.Unlike the Ava I know, who's always in a suit and skirt, this Ava looked beautiful, with her dress bringing out her perfect figure and her hair in a messy bun with som
Nyla's POV I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection like I was a completely different person. The long off-shoulder silver gown clung to me perfectly like a second skin. Over the gown was a silver cape-like jacket that looked more like a net or cotton.But whatever this was, it added the finishing touch to the gown.A faint glitter caught the hem of the dress whenever I moved. The handwork of some top designers that Luca had insisted on hiring.Today was the D-day, the long-awaited event everyone spent months preparing for. It was finally today after all the long boardroom meetings, event planning, and all.And today was the day I'd be telling him everything, after the gala. I wonder if his actions towards me would still remain the same after he finds out everything.But I doubt that.For some reason, I couldn't shake the feeling that tonight would be different. Maybe it's just my nerves.I took a deep breath before adjusting my mask, a delicate piece of silver lace w
Luca's POV I pulled into the estate's driveway, completely stressed out. I haven't had a single moment to breathe.As I stepped out of the car, I found myself walking inside the mansion, towards the stairs, stopping in front of Silver's door. I lifted my hands, already preparing to knock, when I paused halfway. What the hell was I doing?.It was already past midnight. And she probably doesn't even want to see me right now. After contemplating for a while, I took a deep breath, then lowered my hands down and walked straight to my room.I'll apologize for being a jerk tomorrow, and I hope she forgives me.Inside my room, the shower's heat did help in relieving me a bit, washing away today's chaos. But despite how relieved I felt, my head was still spinning from Selena's confession and the way she had displayed being fragile. That was the first time I was seeing her that way, and I didn't even know how to react towards her. I didn't want Silver being around, knowing how the two never
Luca's POV I watched Silver walk out of the hospital, a small sad smile tugging at the corner of her lips before she left. Something in me snapped; I turned towards Selena with a sigh and then gently removed her hands from my arms. “Silver is my wife, Selena. If you really love me, you'd let me go,” I said softly. “Luca…” she frowned, then pressed her lips in a thin line. She slowly nodded, her eyes meeting mine. Just then, a doctor walked towards us, with a clipboard in his hand, wearing a professional expression. “Mr. Valenti,” he greeted, “your father is stable at the moment. It has to do with his age and some kind of stress. His blood pressure did spike a little bit, he's conscious, and you can see him,” he said. “But you have to keep it brief,” he added. I nodded, muttering a quiet thank you before following him down the long, sterile hallway. The click of my shoes against the polished floor echoed through the corridor as we walked towards his ward at the VIP part of th







