LOGIN* RACHEL’S POINT OF VIEW * “I do know he has a daughter — the one whose boyfriend he almost killed. Doesn't she want him rotting in prison just as much as I do?” Luca asked, his eyes narrowing as he leaned forward. I nodded slowly, glancing at Slade, who gave me a subtle, encouraging nod. This was thin ice, and we both knew it. “What’s going on, Rach? Why that look?” “You have to promise me something first,” I said, my voice steady despite the flutter in my chest. “Promise you what?” “You just have to promise me,” I insisted. He didn't answer. Instead, he locked his gaze onto mine, his jaw working as he chewed his lip, trying to use that old childhood intimidation tactic. He was trying to out-stare me, waiting for me to crack under the pressure of his silence, but I held my ground, showing him I wasn't that little girl anymore. “Okay… fine!” I snapped, breaking the tension. “I know his daughter. I know exactly where she is. But you have to promise you won't hurt her. She’s
* RACHEL’S POINT OF VIEW * Slade, Luca, and I sat in the living room, the tension so thick it felt like a noose tightening around us. Luca reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a silver cigarette case, tapping a filtered tip against his thumb. He went to reach for a lighter, his movements practiced and restless, but he didn't even get the flame struck. “I would appreciate it if you put that back. Smoking isn’t allowed in this house,” Slade said, his voice dropping into that low, commanding tone. Luca paused, the unlit cigarette dangling from his lips as he locked eyes with Slade. It was a clash of two different kinds of power — Slade’s polished, corporate authority versus Luca’s untamed, lethal energy from the underworld. They stared each other down for a heartbeat too long, neither willing to blink, until I broke the silence. “There are children in the house, Luca,” I said softly but firmly. Luca sighed, the defiance leaving his shoulders as he tucked the cigarette back
* RACHEL’S POINT OF VIEW * As the man stepped into the mansion, the world seemed to tilt. I recognized him instantly, my palm flying to my mouth in a gasp of pure shock. It couldn't be — but it was. He had changed so much; the scrawny boy from my childhood was gone. I used to be taller than him, but now he towered over me, broader, his presence filling the room. His posture was relaxed yet controlled, as if he were accustomed to being obeyed. His eyes — once bright with mischief — were darker now, colder, unreadable. The boy I knew had been swallowed whole — what stood in his place was something ruthless... dangerous. And Memories of us running through the sun-drenched fields in Sicily flooded my mind, a technicolor blur of a past that felt a lifetime away. “Hey, Rach...” he murmured. He pulled me into a tight embrace, and his scent hit me — a sharp, masculine mix of clinging tobacco smoke and expensive, woody cologne. “Luca...” I breathed, my voice trembling. He pulled back,
* RACHEL’S POINT OF VIEW * Later that night, after the children were tucked in and Slade had retreated to his office, I found myself on the balcony. I sat on the wooden bench, soft pillows tucked behind my back as I pulled one knee up to my chest, with a thriller resting in my lap. A small table sat next to me, holding a steaming cup of coffee and a ceramic pot of night-blooming jasmine that perfumed the air. I tried to focus on the pages, but my gaze kept drifting to the vast, star-speckled sky. My mind was a whirlwind. The lunch, the tattoo, Declan — it was all so much. I closed my eyes and whispered a silent hope that everything was finally moving in the direction it was supposed to. The soft scuff of footsteps on the floor made me look up. I expected to see Slade coming to find me, but instead, it was Aunt Rose. She looked smaller than usual, her frame wrapped in a thick, quilted robe. “I thought you were already asleep,” I said softly. “No,” she sighed, sitting beside me.
* SLADE’S POINT OF VIEW * I opened the door to my office and walked in, heading straight for the couch. I sat down and watched Declan as he followed me. For a moment, his defensive shell cracked; his eyes widened as he scanned the room, taking in the sheer power it radiated. He looked small in the center of that vast office, a boy trying to find his footing in a world that had been denied to him for years. “Have a seat,” I said, my face a mask of professional neutrality. He plopped onto the armchair opposite me, slumping down with a heavy sigh, trying to regain his too-cool-to-care composure. I let a deliberate, heavy silence stretch between us, allowing the gravity of the room to weigh on him before I finally spoke. I wanted him to feel the space between us — not as a barrier, but as a vacuum waiting to be filled. “I get it,” I began. “You’re angry. You’re furious with me because I wasn't there when you needed me most. Aurelia told me everything — the bullying, the father
* RACHEL’S POINT OF VIEW * The lunch turned out exactly as I had feared — only worse. I sat there with a heavy weight in my chest, wishing I had never suggested this in the first place. The air in the dining room felt suffocating, thick with unspoken words and Declan’s sharp, pointed barbs. It was my fault; I had tried to do something noble, to build a bridge, and instead, I had only provided the matches for someone to burn it down. Once the meal was over, I began clearing the table, my movements mechanical. Heidi joined me, quietly helping me stack the porcelain plates stained with remnants of the herb-crusted steak and roasted vegetables. Aurelia stood nearby, stealing glances at me from under her lashes. She looked like she wanted to speak but couldn’t find the right opening. Slade had already retreated upstairs to his office with Declan, likely attempting to have a conversation that didn’t involve an audience. “Rachel…” Aurelia started as I headed into the kitchen. She follo
|| Rachel ||"Why are you asking?" he asked, his eyes sharp."Because I want to know. C’mon, tell me," I urged."Well," Cale began, "you met him at a banquet and found out he's the owner of Sterling Construction Materials. Back then, they were the leading company for producing building materials. Y
|| Rachel ||I walked toward her. “Abbie, are you alright?”She flinched when she saw me and quickly wiped her eyes before turning to the sink, splashing water on her face. Her eyes were bloodshot, her breathing quick and shallow.“I’m alright. I’m sorry—I totally forgot you’re back. I’m just used
|| Rachel ||After checking the construction site, Simon drove Slade and me to a restaurant. As we walked in and sat down, waiters approached us, arranging the food on the table. The table was meticulously set with fine china, and the waiter poured sparkling water into our glasses. When they left,
Rachel The children have already started attending their school, and they’ve been so happy about it. Every evening, they chatter excitedly about their new friends and the lessons they’re learning, their little voices tumbling over each other with joy.Slade and I decided to add his name to theirs,







