LOGINAnonymousI paced the room. Why couldn't I be happy and relieved with the victory I did?I landed a knockout blow. A legendary kick. A one that the Russetti family would never forget.It was even better than killing her! My parents would rest in peace and the family dignity was regained.But why?“Isn’t her face while she receives a shock after the other is worth millions?” Liana laughed, her sharp voice started annoying me.She was scrolling through her phone and watching the videos and the comics about what happened yesterday.She stood laughing and handed me her phone. “Look at this, her pale face is a magnificent view.”I shoved her away and said, “l have better work to do. The driver will take you home.”She frowned. “What’s wrong Adams? Are you hiding something?”I looked at her face but kept silent.She raised a brow and asked, “Why aren't you happy? Would you prefer it if you killed her?”Liana was my childhood friend, and she lost her father because of Mila’s mother. I could
MilaThe room tilted. My lungs shrank. I gasped for air.My body slammed against the couch.A loud slap echoed through the place, and Mama’s voice rang out through the deadly silent room:“I raised a monster! You can’t be human!”Luca just stood there, taking one slap after another from Mama as she continued cursing him.Then she collapsed on the floor, and her sobs became the only sound in the hall.My mind went blank. Nothing made sense. It couldn’t be him.With shaky steps, I walked to where Luca was standing. When I stood before him, he didn’t look at me—he didn’t even raise his head.I held his hands; they were ice-cold, as if he’d been holding onto death itself.“Tell me he was joking, right? Lying?” I asked, my voice bleeding, unable to believe what Ricardo had said.He raised his eyes this time. Our gazes met. His bloodshot eyes answered my question.I hated to believe it.I couldn’t believe it.I let go of his hands and ran toward Marco. I grabbed his hands and said, “Marco,
MilaThe room tilted. My lungs shrank. I gasped for air.My body slammed against the couch.A loud slap echoed through the place, and Mama’s voice rang out through the deadly silent room:“I raised a monster! You can’t be human!”Luca just stood there, taking one slap after another from Mama as she continued cursing him.Then she collapsed on the floor, and her sobs became the only sound in the hall.My mind went blank. Nothing made sense. It couldn’t be him.With shaky steps, I walked to where Luca was standing. When I stood before him, he didn’t look at me—he didn’t even raise his head.I held his hands; they were ice-cold, as if he’d been holding onto death itself.“Tell me he was joking, right? Lying?” I asked, my voice bleeding, unable to believe what Ricardo had said.He raised his eyes this time. Our gazes met. His bloodshot eyes answered my question.I hated to believe it.I couldn’t believe it.I let go of his hands and ran toward Marco. I grabbed his hands and said, “Marco,
LucaThe most painful thing for a human, the one that feels like sharp needles cutting through his inner tissues, is being both the cause and the sufferer of the people he loves dearly.When Ricardo shared the live stream link of the press conference between the Russetti Group and the Ricci Group, I was shocked.No matter how much I protected her from Adams, she insisted he was better than me—and now, they were friends.The f*cker shocked me when he hinted that he knew I was the man who had been with Mila that night, by telling her a story at the welcoming party.I was speechless and dumbfounded that night. He was so confident, and I believed he must have evidence—and if he exposed it to her, I would lose her forever.“What do you want?” I asked him that night. And all he said was that he wanted a chance with her.I didn’t believe him. I knew he had a bigger motive, but I was buying time, so I agreed. And that was my stupid decision. I should have ended him at his palace that night.I
When I shot him a confused, suspicious look, he laughed loudly. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost! What?” He took a step closer. “Hasn’t any man flirted with you before?” I stepped forward in challenge and said, “A lot of them. But none of them questioned me within the first few moments we met!” He smacked his forehead. “Stupid me!” Then he leaned closer, studying my face so intently that I thought there was something on it. “What?” I asked. “Is there something on my face? A spider? An insect?” He reached out and loosened my hair from its ponytail. “Can I draw this beautiful face?” I punched his shoulder lightly. “You scared me to death!” I walked past him and returned to the terrace. He followed behind, saying, “I can pay you for it!” I looked at him. Even though he tried to sound serious, the childish grin on his face made me laugh harder—until tears filled the corners of my eyes. “You really know how to make a woman laugh.” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “I’m
Mila “Miss, you forgot your hat!” A young boy rushed up and held my yellow hat out to me. “Oh, thank you, little boy!” I smiled and ruffled his hair. The people on this island were incredibly kind and welcoming. Since I arrived three weeks ago, they had treated me like a princess—as if they had known me for years. That day passed like all the others: calm, peaceful, to the point where I almost forgot all my past problems. I wore a simple blue dress for the warm night and headed to the mayor’s office to make my daily call before sunset. “Hello, Mommy! I missed you!” Angelo’s voice chimed through the phone on the first ring. “Hi, baby. I missed you too,” I said, a small smile curving my lips. I missed my angel so much. I had never been away from him this long. But he seemed to be handling it better than I was. “I was waiting for your call. You’re four minutes late!” he complained. I raised a brow. “Oh, really?” I grinned. “You missed me that much?” My heart warmed. But he didn


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