LOGINLuca held the car door open as Isabella came out of the hospital after her checkup. She moved slowly with one hand resting on her growing belly, enjoying his supportiveness and his doting habits. The doctor had confirmed everything was fine, that the baby was healthy and growing well. Still, Luca kept watching her closely, making her smile at how good a father he would be."You okay?" he asked."I am fine," Isabella replied. "Stop worrying so much."Luca closed the door and walked around to the driver's side. He started the engine but did not pull out of the parking lot immediately. Instead, he turned to her with a small smile."I have a surprise for you."Isabella raised an eyebrow. "What kind of surprise?""You will see."He drove away from the hospital and merged into traffic. Isabella leaned back in her seat and watched the city pass by, expecting him to head toward the mansion where her surprise was probably waiting, but after twenty minutes she noticed they were going in a diffe
The woman kept the gun pressed firmly against Riccardo’s forehead. Her finger rested on the trigger as she turned and dismissed the guards that had brought Riccardo with a quick nod of her head. They stepped back immediately, exchanged curious glances, before turning and heading back to their post at the gate.When they were gone and completely out of earshot, she looked Riccardo straight in the eye without blinking.“Give me one good reason why I should not put a bullet in your skull right now for daring to come here.”Riccardo kept his hands visible and forced a calm smile.“Because killing me would be stupid,” he said. “And Vazquez does not strike me as a stupid man.”The woman’s eyes narrowed, and she regarded him carefully again. “You talk quite big for someone with a gun to his head.”“I’m simply telling the truth,” Riccardo replied with a shrug. “Your boss lost two men because he pushed Luca Moretti, and I know he's probably still itching for revenge. But then again, he's smart
A few days later…Isabella was in front of the mirror, delicately adjusting her bracelet and admiring her maternity gown. She rubbed her now very visible baby bump more often than necessary, making sure that Luca who was standing behind her got a good glimpse.He was dressing up also, just finishing rolling up his sleeves and making sure his watch was well placed. He had not bothered to ask any questions since the incident, and she was thankful for the doctor's advice to bring her in today for further checkup which was probably all he had been thinking about ever since.“Are you done?” he asked, acting as if he hadn't been sneaking looks at her the whole time.Isabella took her time before replying. “Isn't that obvious, mister?”He chuckled and moved closer to her. “I don't understand why you're so tense about going for this checkup. The doctor already said you were fine, but that some tests were necessary.”“I’m not tense,” she mumbled.“You are,” he said with an amused smile tugging
Both of them turned at once to stare at Luca.He stood just a few steps behind them, shirt sleeves rolled, eyes sharp despite the fatigue that still lingered in his posture. He had clearly just arrived, but the moment he took in the scene, the atmosphere changed completely.His eyes moved suspiciously from Riccardo to Isabella.“What’s going on here?” he asked.Isabella didn’t hesitate.“Nothing,” she said hurriedly. “It’s nothing, Luca.”Riccardo chuckled and shrugged dismissively.“Nothing?” he murmured, as if he was trying to understand her audacity. “That’s quite a lame response in this situation, don't you think?”Luca frowned as he stared angrily at Riccardo. “I just asked a question and you're ignoring me.”“Oh, I’m just trying to understand too,” Riccardo said, his voice filled with fake curiosity. “Because from what I just heard…”“Or what you assumed you heard,” Isabella snapped, not even giving him a chance to finish.Deep down however, her mind was already racing wildly. S
Long after night had fallen around the estate with an ominous silence, Isabella stood alone at the far end of the east corridor, just outside the small sitting room that overlooked the gardens. There was very little light here, and she had chosen this spot carefully because it was far from Luca's study and the prying eyes of his guards.Her phone rang again for the millionth time, and she swore horribly within her as she stared at Dante's name on the screen. She let it ring out once more, then lifted the phone to her ear.“Are you insane?” she snapped the moment she answered, struggling to keep her voice down even though she was alone. “What part of don’t call me repeatedly did you not understand?”Dante on the other hand didn’t even bother pretending to be calm.“I’ve been calling you all day,” he snapped back at her. “Do you have any idea what that looks like?”“What does it look like?” she shot back. “What it only looks like from my end is you trying to get me killed.”Dante seemed
It was another sunny afternoon. Luca had taken the day off from work to meet up with Isabella's doctor's appointment, and they were now having lunch at home.She felt relaxed and completely at home, which was surprising to her since she was supposed to be on a mission. It was even more surprising that she was wearing one of Luca's oversized shirts again, and she made no conscious effort to hide how happy she was to be spending time with him.Riccardo however was livid as he watched their romantic gestures, and even his food refused to go down correctly. His eyes kept darting back and forth between Luca and Isabella with visible irritation, and every quiet laugh they shared between them felt like they were mocking his presence.Luca, for his part, wasn't even helping matters. He seemed entirely uninterested in anything else except Isabella.He kept touching her hand unnecessarily, and his tone was very low and conspiratorial as if they were sharing secrets that didn't concern him. What
Gianna Vitale kept on pacing the length of her hotel room like a wounded wild animal. A wide window overlooked the busy Sicilian harbor, where ships were drifting in and out like silent conspirators. But at that moment, Gianna saw none of it. Her face was twisted with annoyance, and her usually stea
Isabella held her phone tightly as she sighed for the millionth time that evening. Her heartbeat was still erratic…annoyance, tension, and calculation…an unpleasant rhythm that has become all too familiar ever since she returned to New York. Luca had insisted she move into the bedroom he had initia
The black Jeep that carried them screeched to a halt at the entrance of St. Augustine Private Hospital, one of the most expensive and elite medical facilities in all of New York. Armed guards jumped out first from the other two escort vehicles, promptly securing the area before Luca came out and h
Two days in the Moretti mansion and the place had already begun to feel like a pressure cooker…too many eyes, too many whispers behind closed doors, and too many men who looked at her like she was an intruder wearing the wrong surname. She had endured it all with her usual icy composure, pretending


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