She blinked the tears away and shook her head, "From now on, please. I don't want to talk about it."
Luca nodded. Right, they wouldn't talk about this because he will deal with it. Reasoning with her when it came to her more-than-dysfunctional family was a lost cause, anyway.
For him, it was better if he just did everything on his own without involving her in this matter and especially without saying a word against her 'family' in anger.
So he smiled at her…
She tried to slide her hand away when Luca held her hand on his heart and brought another to her cheeks, "My Raven, I wouldn't let anything happen to you. You live with me and will die of old age when you are wrinkly and haggard."
Svetlana broke out into a smile and nodded, though his words didn't matter to her. He was a King but a King wasn't God and if God had it for her then there was nothing a King could do.
Luca hugged her to his chest and Svetlana let him. Unconsciously, she
Luca laid her on the bed with care and tenderness as if she was made of glass. He stared at the woman who had been the sole source of his relief and distress since he laid his eyes on her on an eventful evening.He frowned in deep thought, it was like everything before her was crumbled to dust behind her. It was like he didn't know a living before her.She wasn't an innocent girl he was taking to bed after nuptial vows, she was a woman. Mature, cunning, clever beyond her years, her eyes shimmered with experience of life in her veins and her features, they told you tales.She was venomous and he knew she was the cure too. There were many who desired her and her posture and stature told you she was aware of her allure but she was his. And she will be his willingly.The ache in his heart and seeping fear weighed tons, a fear he had for her. The little temptress may become the death of him. His mind was chaotically erratic but he knew he had to do it now, either she
Svetlana finger scratched the wedding dress lace on her lap as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror.A thousand thoughts burned in her head, it was skeptical and she wanted to postponed this. Anxiety churned her insides, he wasn’t giving her time to think, he hadn’t even bothered showing since he morning. Her minor limp was still evident so she thought she had some time before their conventional wedding.All I all she had a lot to gain from this. She bit her lower lip aggressively, Luca could hardly gain anything from this but the situation was ideal for her.She had nothing in her name ayt the moment and he could grant safety and a permanent solution to this Kuznestov hierarchy.Once she becomes his wife, the kuznestov’s will more reasons to eliminate her but it won’t be a cake walk then.She needed this but beside the double health insurance; Luca hardly gained much from it. This meant there was something that she had
She sat on the chaise as all king of scenarios crossed her mind. It was a possibility this marriage of convenience was a two-edge sword but he needed to be careful around him.Right now while she was an almost cripple, this could be the best resort.The slid open, snapping her head at the sound, only to see Luca entering the door. He had disappeared after the wedding and it was obvious by the theme of the room she was shifted in that it was his. She tried wobble away but he held her by the waist and restricted her sluggish movements any further.She kept her head bowed down, he caressed her nape sending shivers down her spine. His hand travelled up and massaged her scalp.She tried to pull away from him, “Luca, you…”His other cupped her cheek side and raised her head to him. He hummed as he intensely stared at her as if remembering her features, "How I have longed for you."Svetlana winced, kept her eyes fixated at
“I hate it.” She whispered in his embrace, he paused “I hate being this cowardly creature hiding in your embrace and acting coy for you to solve my issues.”He heave a sigh and tilt her head upwards, “Sweetheart, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with relying on me from time to time.”She didn't really care about the damn pride that had already crumbled to dust though she wanted to retort, she relented. The heavy atmosphere clogged her next words.Because that’s what makes it worse, if she relied on him that would eventually turn out to be a habit and she will crave him like a drug when he wouldn’t be there.What really mattered to her was her freedom wasn't in jeopardy, and that she wasn't going under another man's thumb like her Grandfather or Step-father. The thought that Luca was playing her like a puppet with strings had blown her head but relishing at this moment once she was no longer breat
She reached the table and Luca stood up to hold her hand, then smoothly pulled her chair out for her and helped her arrange her napkin in her lap. Svetlana smiled at him then thanked him.This just proved no matter how much of a savage they were in the bedroom; they were formally decent on the table like they were humoring each other presence.Svetlana extended her hand and picked Luca's empty plate from in front of him. His eyebrow rose but he didn't question her. She stood up and started making his plate, mentally calculating the balanced diet.She was his private doctor so might as well be a nutritionist too, the man was paying her for far more.Luca saw her making his plate and couldn't help the warmth that stretched in his heart. Unconsciously she was doing everything a wife ought to.She was going to be shopping for everything for their wardrobe by next month not only that, she was making his plate with a concentration and devotion, his
He was trying to make small conversation but Svetlana didn't want to as she was prone to not let anything slip about her past or something she shouldn't blurt.Lana didn't want to bare her cards before she trust him.He saved her, but honesty wasn't an obligation here. She did like him but she needed time to see if he could be trusted then she will tell him what she deemed fit, or at least not until she absolutely had and had no other choice.He was an impatient and dangerous man with means, she wouldn't put it past him to go looking for answers and there was no blame she was shedding, even if she was housing a phantom she would go looking for its myth.After all, it was the unknown that we are supposed to be wary of at the end of the day… He must be wary of her existence too as he should be but he needed her for her medical peerless skills...Svetlana mentally rolled her eyes, 'Paranoia of crazy rich mafia lord, they just didn't know which
Her Adopted Father smoked like his bum was on fire and she absolutely abhorred any man who smoked, it brought immediate gag reflexes. Tyler, her cousin, was one of those chain smokers who smoked as much as he inhaled, so she even hated hugging him whatsoever.But kissing or living with a man who smokes was a big NO in her book! So she forbade it!Luca didn't reply just smirked at the little Raven who thought she called the shots.It was okay, he could quit smoking now that she was here; he only smoked to subdue his frustration.He was more interested to see where she will lead it.Svetlana was aware of his compliance and a shiver passed down her spine immediately, he was looking at her as if she was lunch. She gulped and kept her firm posture despite her ringing temple and sweating fist.She looked straight ahead ordered a maid to bring her a notebook and pen. She knew he was staring at her so she deliberately ate slowly and kept her eyes fixed on
Lana hand went to her chest in sheer dismay. Her sheer terror made her turn to Luca in lividness, who was looking at her in a blank stare before he tried to take the tablet from her.But Svetlana turned it away from his view and turned to him with ferocity of a wounded beast."What is the meaning of this? You know he's my cousin, don't you?" Her voice was a whisper, filled all the suppressed hurt and rage, suspended.She wanted to spill blood and her bloodlust was dynamic despite her eased posture. The man took a step backward and the staff became alerted by the charged air.Luca stared at her comprehending the situation, looking for a loop to manipulate it and then turned to the man with feigned anger, in a menacingly voice he demanded, "What is the meaning of this!"She was his wife now, by whatever means so was he going to humiliate her like this?It was rhetorical and his easy expression was daring the man to stay something against his r