LOGINVictoria had settled into the guest room herself. By the time Dimitri joined me at the dining table, the food was already served. “Babe, you didn’t have to,” he said, looking at the plates. I paused for a second, spoon still in my hand. “If you’re not hungry, I am.” I served him anyway and sat across from him. We sat quietly… I didn’t feel like talking much, and he didn’t push. Then Victoria walked in from the guest room and sat down like she owned the space. “Where’s mine?” she asked casually. “I’m starving.” I turned my head, looking around the room as if I’d misplaced something important. “Where’s the cook?” I said. “I don’t see any cook around here.” She ignored me and looked straight at Dimitri. “You don’t expect me to starve here, do you?” Dimitri sighed, clearly tired already. “You can eat mine. I’m not really hungry.” Before I could say anything, she stood up, took his plate, and set it in front of herself. “What?” slipped out of me. “I’m serio
GIULIA's POVI’d been in the kitchen for twenty minutes trying to figure out what to make for dinner.I was alone in the kitchen, with no chef and no staff… just as I’d always wanted it and whatever ingredients I could find in the refrigerator. Back in Milan, I always had someone for everything… cooking, cleaning, organizing. I had never had to think about these things. Moving to Rome was the first time I had to figure out what I enjoyed doing in my own space.To my surprise, I discovered that I liked cooking.I was reaching for the pasta when I heard the door open.A smile broke across my face even before I turned around, my automatic response to the sound of him coming home. I dried my hands on the kitchen towel and made my way to the entrance.Then I stopped.Dimitri stood in the doorway, with Victoria behind him.He was holding one
Her eyes widened. “You just said—” “On paper,” I said. “No announcement. Something formal enough to satisfy your father and secure his backing. Long enough for me to reach the Senate without needing him once I’m there.” “And then it ends.” “Cleanly,” I said. “I’ll handle your father when the time comes.” “And Giulia never knows.” I said nothing to that. Because that was the part I hadn’t fully worked out yet. The part that sat wrong no matter how I positioned it. Victoria studied me. “I see you haven’t told her about any of this.” “That’s not your concern.” “It will be when she fi
Two weeks later… Victoria was already at the table when I arrived. She looked up when she saw me, something crossed her face immediately. Surprise maybe, like she hadn’t fully believed I’d actually show up. “I didn’t think you’d actually agree to meet me,” she said. “Let’s get to it,” I said. I sat down. I just looked at her directly, she shifted slightly in her seat. “My father—” “I know what your father wants,” I said. “He was very clear.” “Then you know why I’m here.” “I know why he sent you,” I said. “That’s not the same thing.” She looked at me carefully, trying to read me like she was trying to find the edge of what I knew and where my patience started running thin. “Dimitri,” she started. “Alessandro Benedetti,” I said. Everything stopped. She went completely still. The kind of still that happened when someone heard something they’d spent years making sure no one would ever say out loud. “What did you just say,” she said. Barely a whisper. “Your
DIMITRI’S POV The meeting was Senator Ricci’s idea. Neutral ground, he’d said. Somewhere private for just the two of us. Which meant his private club in Parioli. Ricci was already there when I arrived. He stood when he saw me, extended his hand like we were old friends. “Dimitri. Thank you for coming.” “Senator.” We sat, then a waiter appeared, poured us drinks. “Last night was unfortunate,” he said. “Your daughter made a scene at a private event,” I said. “I’d call it more than unfortunate.” He didn’t flinch at all, he Just nodded slowly like he was acknowledging a minor inconvenience. “Victoria feels things deeply. You know that better than most.” “What I know,” I said, “is that she deliberately created a situation designed to embarrass my partner. And that you called me immediately afterward which tells me you know exactly what happened and why.” Ricci lifted his glass. Took his time and set it down. “Let me be direct,” he said. “Please.” “You’re running
“Excuse me?” That was the only word I could think of at that moment.Victoria looked at me with that practiced wounded expression, the champagne was still dripping from her dress.Dimitri appeared beside me almost immediately, his hand at my back as his eyes moved quickly between us. “What’s happening?”“Apparently,” Victoria said, her voice lifting just enough to carry, “your girlfriend is jealous because I used to date you. So she spilled her drink all over me.”I let out a sound that wasn’t quite a laugh. “How childish… That’s not what happened.”“She’s being delusional,” I said clearly.Mrs. Kostas appeared from nowhere the way she always seemed to, materializing exactly when she could do the most damage.“How dare you make a scene here?” she said, looking directly at me.And that was all Victoria needed.Her expression shifted immediately, the wounded look replaced with something more theatrical and more convincing for the audience that had gathered.“I was just telling her how l
The reminder of the kiss felt obscene now. Wrong. How had those same hands that just pulled a trigger been touching me hours ago? “I thought—” I couldn’t finish. “You thought what? That tonight meant something?” He stepped cl
Nina's POV His voice was hard when he asked, his eyes dark as they moved over me in a way that made my skin feel too hot. “What are you wearing?” I’d found the dress in the closet. Someone had put it there along with all the other clothes he’d had delivered for me. This one had been pushed to
I needed to clear my head. The garden had become suffocating after Nico left, the air too thick with questions I couldn’t answer, so I went back inside, wandering the halls with no real destination in mind. T
The car pulled up in front of a boutique I’d only ever walked past before, this place with a single dress in the window and no price tags because if you had to ask, you couldn’t afford it.Enzo got out first and opened my door, extending his hand like we were on an actual date instead of whatever t







