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Beneath the Surface
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2025-05-01 19:35:37
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His Possession: Don’s Reluctant Bride Blood in the Water
Luca sat at the head of the long dining room table, its polished surface now buried under maps, surveillance photos, and weapon manifests. The weight of leadership sat heavier on him tonight. His eyes moved with practiced efficiency, but Elana could see the tension in his jaw, the silent calculation in every breath.“This alliance Marconi’s building,” Matteo said from the corner, “it’s not just about territory anymore. He’s targeting loyalty. Buying men who were ours.”“Cowards,” Luca muttered.Elana stood off to the side, arms folded, watching them all. Men in suits with cold eyes. Her mother’s warning still echoed in her mind, threading through every sentence spoken around that table.She stepped forward.“What if he’s not trying to buy them?” she said, voice firm. “What if he’s threatening them? Offering them safety if they turn before the storm hits?”The room went quiet. Luca looked up at her.“She’s not wrong,” Matteo said. “Fear is a faster motivator than greed.”Luca pushed ba
His Possession: Don’s Reluctant Bride Ghosts That Bleed
Elana stood in the long hallway outside the drawing room, hands cold despite the heat pooling from the vents above. The door in front of her was shut, but the weight behind it felt heavier than iron.Her mother was in there.Alive. Breathing. Real.She hadn’t seen Isabella Romano in seven years—not since the night her mother walked out without a word, leaving behind a broken family and a daughter too young to understand the cost of silence.Luca’s hand touched her lower back gently. “You don’t have to go in yet.”“I do,” she whispered.She pushed open the door.Isabella stood near the fireplace, wrapped in a long navy coat, her blond hair threaded with silver. Time hadn’t dulled her beauty—it had sharpened it. But her eyes were no longer soft. They were cautious. Worn.“Elana,” she breathed, stepping forward. “My God… you look just like—”“Don’t,” Elana cut her off. “Not like him. I’m not like him.”Her mother’s expression faltered. “You don’t know everything—”“No,” Elana said quietl
His Possession: Don’s Reluctant Bride The Edge of Control
The night air was thick with tension, heavy enough to choke on. Elana stood by the tall windows in Luca’s study, arms folded tightly around her chest. She watched the driveway below where Matteo and two others loaded crates into the back of a black SUV. Weapons. Ammunition. Proof that war was no longer a distant shadow—it was crawling to their doorstep.Behind her, Luca entered the room. His steps were quiet, measured, but she still felt the shift in the atmosphere.“You shouldn’t be up this late,” he said, his voice low.She didn’t turn. “Neither should you.”“I’ve got enemies mobilizing,” he replied. “Sleep isn’t a luxury I can afford right now.”Silence hung between them like a weight. Finally, Elana turned to face him. “And what about us, Luca? Do we fall to the bottom of your priorities now?”His jaw tightened. “You know it’s not like that.”“Do I?” she asked. “Because all I see is a man preparing for war. Not a husband. Not a partner. Just a soldier.”He stepped closer, eyes dar
His Possession: Don’s Reluctant Bride The First Fracture
The estate was quieter than usual.Too quiet.Elana sensed it as she walked down the hallway leading to Luca’s office. The usual rhythm of the guards’ movements, the soft chatter between house staff—gone. Replaced by something colder, tighter.A storm was closing in.She found Luca inside, standing at the head of the long table, Matteo and two other captains seated around him. Maps and photos were spread out like a battlefield.“No one moves until I give the order,” Luca said, voice firm. “We’re controlling the story now. Marconi won’t know what hit him.”Elana didn’t speak until the men left, shutting the door behind them. Luca’s jaw was tight, his hand pressed against the table like he was holding himself together.“What is it?” she asked quietly.He turned to her. “Benedetto’s already gone.”Her brows lifted. “Gone as in—?”“Disappeared. Someone tipped him off.”The air shifted. Her stomach tightened. “Another leak?”Luca gave a slight nod. “We’re being watched from the inside, and
His Possession: Don’s Reluctant Bride Storm on the Horizon
The early morning air was cold and sharp, slicing through the tension that clung to the Moretti estate like a second skin. Elana stood at the window of the study, watching the mist roll over the grounds. Somewhere behind her, Luca’s voice was low and clipped, speaking into his phone.She didn’t have to hear the words to know something was wrong. His posture said it all—rigid, on edge, like he was preparing for war. Because maybe, he was.When he finally hung up, she turned. “What happened?”He hesitated, which only confirmed her worst fears. “Another warehouse hit last night. Small crew, but precise. They knew what they were looking for.”Elana folded her arms, her voice steady. “You think it’s Marconi?”“I know it is,” he muttered. “He’s poking holes, testing how far he can go before we strike.”“But you’re not striking yet.” It wasn’t a question.“No.” He met her eyes. “Because of what you said. We wait. We bleed him dry with patience.”Her lips parted in surprise. “You listened.”H
His Possession: Don’s Reluctant Bride Fault Lines
The Moretti war room was colder than usual.Luca stood at the head of the long table, maps, photographs, and ledgers spread out before him. His top men filled the seats—Matteo, Leo, Carlos, and two others from their inner circle.Elana leaned against the wall just inside the doorway, arms crossed, watching as her husband issued orders with an edge he hadn’t used in weeks. The softness he’d shown her had retreated behind the iron façade of a don at war.“The Marconi compound is exposed on the east end,” Luca said, tapping the map. “If they’re hiding the hacker there, we take it quietly. No casualties unless absolutely necessary.”Carlos raised a brow. “Since when do we go in quiet?”“Since my wife’s name is being dragged through their filth,” Luca growled.The room fell silent.Matteo glanced toward Elana but said nothing.Luca’s gaze flicked to her. “We move tomorrow night.”The meeting dissolved, and the men filed out with murmured nods. When they were gone, Luca looked at her for th
His Possession: Don’s Reluctant Bride Smoke Before the Fire
Elana stood at the window, arms folded tight across her chest, watching the early morning mist coil over the Moretti estate grounds. The silence had weight to it—like the air before a storm. She hadn’t slept. Not really. Not since Matteo’s late-night report and Luca’s cold retreat into war mode.She heard the door creak open behind her.“Elana,” Luca said, his voice low, gravelly from lack of rest.She didn’t turn around. “You’re already dressed. Going somewhere?”He exhaled. “I have to meet with one of our guys at the docks. We need confirmation on Marconi’s next move.”“Of course you do.”Luca stepped closer. “Don’t do that.”“Do what?”“Shut down. Push me out when you’re scared.”She finally turned. Her eyes were tired, but clear. “I’m not scared of them, Luca. I’m scared of what this life is turning us into.”His jaw clenched, the muscle twitching near his temple. “It’s not turning me into anything. I’ve always been this man.”“No,” she said softly, stepping toward him. “You haven
His Possession: Don’s Reluctant Bride Warnings in the Dark
The night air was colder than usual as Elana stood on the terrace outside their bedroom, arms crossed over her chest. Below, the estate grounds were quiet. Too quiet.Luca hadn’t come up yet.She hadn’t expected him to, not after the call he took with Matteo downstairs. But the silence that followed was unnerving. She could sense it—the tension building again, like storm clouds stacking behind clear skies.The door opened behind her.“You should be in bed,” Luca said softly.“I couldn’t sleep.”He came up beside her, slipping off his jacket and placing it over her shoulders. His body radiated quiet heat, but his eyes were distant.“They moved the weapons,” he said. “All of them. Marconi’s crew cleared out the warehouse by the docks.”She turned toward him. “Do you think they know you’ve been watching?”“I think they’re preparing to hit harder and cleaner than we expected. Matteo thinks they’re baiting us.”Elana swallowed. “Are we biting?”“Not yet.”His hand brushed her arm lightly.
His Possession: Don’s Reluctant Bride Shadows at the Door
The house had grown quiet again, but not in a peaceful way. It was the kind of quiet that made Elana feel like something was coming—like the world was holding its breath.Luca was in the war room more often now, reviewing footage, speaking in hushed tones with Matteo and a few trusted men. She’d walked past the room earlier and caught a glimpse of red circles drawn over maps and satellite images. It didn’t look like planning.It looked like preparation for something ugly.Elana stood by the window in their shared bedroom, watching the rain streak down the glass. Her arms were crossed, her jaw tight. The kiss they’d shared in the dining room days ago still echoed in her memory—tender, real. But ever since, it was like Luca had built his walls back up again. Just enough to make her feel him slipping.The door creaked open behind her.“You’re doing it again,” Luca said.She turned. “Doing what?”“Staring out the window like it’s going to give you answers.”She gave a half-hearted shrug.
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