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No More Leftovers Chapter 10
One year later, Rowan and I held a small wedding in Savannah.There was no mafia convoy, no media, and no one using my wedding as a stage. Warm string lights hung across the courtyard. Aria made lemon pies, and Finn guarded the ring box.I didn’t invite my parents. I didn't know whether they knew. I didn't want to know.One hour before the wedding, my phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number.[I heard you're getting married today. I wish you happiness.]I looked at it for a few seconds and did not reply.At the same time in Chicago, Luca sat in the empty penthouse. The phone screen lit his face. The message showed read, but no response came.He stared at the conversation and suddenly smiled with red eyes.Bianca had told him about the wedding. Luca locked himself in his study for the whole night.He wanted to go. He wanted to see Elena in a wedding dress and see whether she smiled at Rowan that way.In the end, he did not go. He didn't dare.He feared that if he stood outside
No More Leftovers Chapter 9
When Luca returned to Chicago, he realized for the first time how empty the Moretti penthouse was.My old bedroom remained untouched. In a drawer, Luca found ledger notes in my neat handwriting, with tiny trunk sketches in the corners.He had never noticed them before.That night, he smoked until dawn with the ruby cuff I had refused beside his hand.Vito Moretti pushed the door open and frowned at his son. "You're ruining yourself over the unimpressive Bellini daughter?"Luca looked up with bloodshot eyes. "Don't talk about her like that."Vito gave a cold laugh. "If you protected her, you wouldn't have left your own wedding exposed while you played escort for Bianca. You put Elena last, and your enemies found the empty seat beside her."Luca's fingers tightened hard.His father's words struck like a bullet that arrived late and finally tore through every lie he had told himself.He remembered giving little Elena a mint candy after Carla called her slow. She held that candy until the
No More Leftovers Chapter 8
Footsteps sounded outside.Rowan walked in with Finn, who carried a half-finished leather pouch and came straight to my side. I crouched and adjusted the thread for him. "Go slower here, or the stitch will tilt."Rowan wiped a dot of wax from my cheek. The gesture was natural, but close enough that Luca couldn't enter between us.Luca stood aside with nothing to say. He watched Rowan and me discuss leather, watched Finn hand me his pouch, and watched me smile.Something in Luca's expression broke. That day, he left in a rush. But he came back the next day, and the day after that. On the fourth day, he didn't come inside. His car sat at the end of the lane from afternoon until dark.Every time he came, he brought a different gift. A cashmere wrap made for me. A pocket watch engraved with my name. Leather tools from Paris.With every gift, he said the same thing. "There's only one. I chose it only for you."I returned everything I could return. The pieces that couldn't be returned went i
No More Leftovers Chapter 7
My mother spoke first. "Elena Bellini! You disappeared after the wedding attack and let the Morettis tear Chicago apart looking for you. How are the Morettis supposed to save face? How are the Bellinis?"Luca's voice came low. "Who is he?"I didn't answer. My mother jumped in with a sharpness that cut. "So there was another man. No wonder you ran so cleanly. You're not clever, fine, but must you be shameless too?"Rowan looked at me and then at them. His voice stayed calm. "I'll take Finn to the back. Call me if you need me."He didn't fight for me or steal my voice. He left me room to choose, and I became less afraid.Luca kept his eyes on me. "Elena, come home with me. We can talk there. You left too suddenly. What couldn't we discuss?"I looked at him and smiled. "Luca, last time I said we were done, you didn't believe me. I'll say it properly now. We're over."His face went still. He opened his mouth, and his voice came out rough. "You don't want me? You don't want your parents eit
No More Leftovers Chapter 6
A week after the attack, Savannah mornings smelled like salt, wood, antiseptic, and old leather.Aria's studio sat under a wooden sign: Harbor & Hide Restoration. I worked with a bandage hidden under my sleeve until the tremor in my hands faded. The first time I put my palms on the cutting table, my heart steadied. Leather was not like people. It had grain, temper, and scars. You followed its texture, mended the right place, and stitched slowly. I liked that kind of control.In Chicago, I was the assistant who got headaches over casino reports. Luca said I failed at everything. My parents said I couldn't match Bianca. I almost believed them.Then my first restored antique trunk was bought by a home blogger. She posted photos online, and the comments exploded.[This craftsmanship is gorgeous.][Please tell me she takes custom orders. I will wait.][Something about an old piece being saved just hits hard.]Orders came in like a tide.People were willing to pay for what I made and wait a
No More Leftovers Chapter 5
This had been meant for him. The enemies who couldn't reach him at Bianca's ceremony had found the wedding stage he should have been standing on, and Elena had been left there alone."Drive faster," Luca said.The driver slammed through two red lights. Bianca grabbed the seat belt and went pale, but Luca didn't look at her once.When he reached the hotel, the lobby smelled of smoke, lilies, and gunpowder. Guests cried against the walls while Moretti men dragged the wounded behind overturned tables.Luca ran into the ballroom and stopped under the ruined arch.The white roses were scattered across the marble. A strip of torn veil hung from the guest-book table. On the open page, the Moretti engagement ring sat in a small pool of water from a shattered vase.No Elena.He picked up the ring with shaking fingers. "Where is she?"Marco's face had gone gray. "A woman in a wedding dress was pulled out through the service entrance before we sealed the room. She was bleeding. We thought she was
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