LOGIN~~NICCOLÒ~~There were only a few people who knew about what had happened back then. My mind immediately went to my father. If he was involved in this somehow, things could become ugly for the entire Santoro operation very quickly.I closed the file in front of me and leaned back in my chair, studying Matteo carefully."Do we have any leads at all?" I asked.Matteo exhaled quietly and shook his head. "None that I trust.""None?" I repeated. "You're telling me an organization is moving illegal cargo through our ports, renting warehouses across the city, transporting industrial refrigeration units, and nobody has seen anything useful?"Matteo folded his arms across his chest. "I'm telling you exactly that."I frowned."That doesn't happen.""I know.""No," I said, sitting forward. "You don't understand. It doesn't happen. Somebody always talks. Somebody always makes a mistake."
~~LENA~~Three days had passed. And to my surprise, absolutely nothing had happened.I had spent the first day expecting a disaster to occur. By the second day, I had convinced myself that someone would eventually corner me in a hallway, demand the device back, or reveal that they somehow knew I had kept it. And the third day, I no longer knew what to think.There were no messages, threats, mysterious instructions and no signs that anyone even remembered I existed.The people behind the device had simply vanished.At times, I found myself wondering if I had imagined the entire thing. The silence bothered me more than I wanted to admit. Silence meant waiting. And waiting usually meant something unpleasant was coming.Niccolò had been equally absent.Not physically. He was still in the house every night, but he had barely been around otherwise. Whatever business occupied him seemed important. Over the past few days, the
~~NICCOLÒ~~ I woke up in the middle of the night. Lena was sprawled against my chest calmly, one of her arms was tucked beneath my ribs while the other rested over my stomach. Her breathing was even now, and she felt soft on my skin. Every few minutes she shifted slightly closer without even realizing it, chasing my body warmth in her sleep. And every single time she did, my mind got worse. The room was dark except for the faint city lights slipping through the curtains. I stared at the ceiling, with one arm behind my head while the other stayed wrapped around her waist. This was a mistake. A massive one. I had spent years building control so carefully that most people believed I was born without emotions entirely. Discipline kept people alive in my world, feelings got exploited and attachments got you buried six feet underground. Yet somehow this woman had managed to crawl under my skin in a matter of weeks. I looked down at her quietly. Her hair was spread across my ches
Niccolò pulled back from the kiss, breathing heavily, his forehead still stayed on mine. His eyes were dark, full of an emotion I couldn't quite name. Without a word, he stood up and took my hand, pulling me gently to my feet. "Come with me," he said calmly. I didn't argue. My legs felt shaky as he led me out of the study and down the quiet hallway toward his room. The mansion was silent around us and every step forward made my heart beat faster. The moment we stepped inside his room, he closed the door and locked it. Then he turned to me slowly. The lamp on the bedside table cast a soft, warm light across his face. He cupped my cheek with one hand, brushing my skin with his thumb like I was fragile. "I'm not going to rush this," he murmured. "Not tonight." "I don't even know what we're doing anymore," I admitted quietly. His thumb brushed my cheek again. "Neither do I." His eyes stayed on mine. "But I know I'm done pretending I don't want you." That surprised me more than a
~~LENA~~ Niccolò was already walking toward the dining table. His dark shirt sleeves were rolled to his forearms, exposing the tattoos that disappeared beneath the fabric. His expression remained as unreadable as ever, but something felt different about him this morning. Whatever the reason, I became painfully aware of his presence the closer he got. Without saying a word, he reached for the chair opposite mine and pulled it out. The movement was calm and effortless, the kind of thing that looked ordinary until he did it. Then he lowered himself into the seat as though nothing unusual had happened between us. I swallowed and forced myself to speak. "Good morning." The greeting came out less confident than I intended. He lifted his eyes to meet mine. "Morning." That was all. He simply nodded once before reaching for his breakfast and beginning to eat as though yesterday had been perfectly normal. I stared at him for a moment before looking down at my own plate. Okay. Maybe th
Morning arrived much faster than I expected. The alarm on my desk shattered the silence of my room, making me flinch before I reached out and switched it off. The sudden quiet that followed felt almost painful. For several long seconds, I stayed exactly where I was, with my face buried in my pillow and my eyes firmly closed. I didn't want to move. I had barely slept, and my body made sure I knew it. My neck ached, shoulders felt stiff and my legs hurt from everything that had happened the previous day. Slowly, I pushed myself upright and immediately regretted it. A groan escaped before I could stop it. "Fantastic," I muttered. I stretched carefully, hoping it would help. Instead, it only reminded me how exhausted I still felt. At that moment, another six hours of sleep sounded perfect. Ten hours sounded even better. Unfortunately, life rarely cared about what I wanted. In seconds, there was a knock at my door. I froze as a second knock followed a moment later. "Come in," I ca
~~LENA~~ The room was silent except for the steady ticking of the clock on my bedside table. It was already late, and I should have been asleep by now, but every time I tried to close my eyes, my mind dragged me back to the same problem, the device. It represented danger, and a secret that I wa
Everything they said was still loud in my head. But this was Niccolò. Whatever he was or still hiding — he had come for me tonight. People don't do that for someone they're just using. Do they? The kiss happened before I could
LENA'S POV: He was avoiding me. I knew it by nine in the morning. I had come downstairs early, earlier than usual, dressed and deliberate about it. I'd even eaten breakfast properly instead of picking at it, which was its own kind of preparation. I was ready. I had the photograph in my pocket and
~~LENA~~ I paused at the doorway of the recovery room, drawn by Bianca's voice. She stood beside the bed with her arms folded across her chest, glaring down at Yuki. “You think you can just sit there like some invalid while the rest of us clean up your mess?” she snapped at Yuki. He sat on the na







