로그인Rosa’s heart broke at the sight of her son like this. He was longing for a father—his father. The thought made her even sadder, knowing she couldn’t fill that absence in his life. She couldn’t be the hero he wished for.
“But you have Mommy.”
Lucy’s vibrant voice cut through the sorrowful silence. Rosa lifted her head and looked a
Rosa’s mouth fell open at the sheer audacity of his proposal. Her face flushed a deep crimson, and she scowled with a mix of shock and disgust."You're insane," she breathed, her eyes wide as she took a step back from his overwhelming presence."You know I am," he shockingly admitted. He leaned closer, the scent of his expensive cologne and cold steel surrounding her. His voice dropped to a husky whisper against her ear. "Only for you. And I can do anything you want."Rosa blinked at him, her heart skipping a beat. Seeing the cold, ruthless Italian Don flirting with her was rare, and it always left her reeling. Most of the time, he was a man of demands, forcing her to bend according to his will and ordering her around.The chime of the doorbell shattered the
Her words made Luciano grit his teeth in irritation."What else do you have rotting in that pretty little head of yours?" he retorted sharply, stepping into her space to loom over her. "You need to give that small brain of yours a rest and actually listen to me for once."His condescending tone only provoked her further. "Really? Then tell me… why did you bring me here, when I was supposed to be signing documents in your office?" Rosa folded her arms over her chest, her gaze cutting. "Oh, sorry... I forgot." Her tone turned taunting. "Your fiancée, Laura, was there, wasn't she?""I just left her to chase after you. Did you forget that as well?" he shot back, his deep blue eyes narrowing at her, mocking her accusation.Rosa stared at him for a long minute. Luciano could practically see the wheels turning behind her eyes as she searched for a comeback that would draw blood."Then why did you call your fiancée and me to your office at the same time? You had already started to fuck her—y
In The MeanwhileReid closed the door and stepped toward Laura, who stood there still in her lingerie, making no effort to cover herself. She kept glaring at Reid, and he didn't avert his eyes. Reid simply moved forward, picked up her trench coat from the floor, and draped it over her shoulders, pulling the sides together to cover her completely."Cut the act, Reid," she snapped, shoving his hands away and gripping the coat tightly herself.Reid wasn't stunned, nor did he flinch. He remained perfectly calm, staring at her with an unexpected tenderness."You must be very happy to see me humiliated, right?" she snapped.He shook his head with a sigh. "Laura, how many times have I warned you that Luciano doesn't care for you? You won't be happy with him. Why do you keep clinging to him?""No, he loves me. He has always loved me," she insisted, her voice sharp with a desperate kind of certainty. "I was his first, Reid. Before me, he never committed to anyone. I only made one mistake—I let
A Few Minutes EarlierWhen Laura walked straight toward Luciano’s office, his assistant greeted her with a polite smile. Like everyone else, he knew Laura was Luciano’s fiancée. However, knowing Luciano didn’t like to be disturbed while working, the assistant politely asked, “Ma'am, please wait. I will call Mr. Mancini for you.”But Laura only winked at him and kept walking, her stride sensual in her six-inch stiletto heels. Despite the assistant’s attempts to stop her, she didn't listen. With a fearful sigh, he reached for the office intercom; he knew Luciano would be furious that he hadn't done his job properly.Luciano was incredibly serious about his work. He refused to hire female assistants because they were always trying to crawl into his bed, and he wanted zero distractions in the workpl
“Do you have an appointment?” the Front Desk Executive asked, peering at Rosa from behind her stylish cat-eye frames.“No, but he called me to sign some documents,” Rosa replied, a slight frown forming on her face.“Miss, don’t lie,” the woman said, her red-painted lips curling with open disdain. “Mr. Mancini doesn’t deal with women like you personally. If you have proof—maybe a message from his assistant—then I can arrange something. Otherwise, even his assistant doesn’t meet people who just walk in.”“I’m telling the truth. He called me—how am I supposed to have proof of our conversation?” Rosa shot back, irritation and urgency slipping into her voice.The executive rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed, and opened her mouth to say something harsher—“Rosa, come with me.”Reid’s voice cut in smoothly.The Front Desk Executive immediately straightened, greeting him, but he barely spared her a glance.Rosa hesitated for a second, then nodded and followed him.As the woman watched Rosa
“Ah!” Laura gasped in pain as she collided with a hard wall of muscle. Her eyes shut instinctively as she braced herself for the fall—but it never came. Instead, she found herself caught securely in a pair of strong arms.She slowly opened her eyes… and met a pair of dark ones watching her intently.“God, you’ve become so solid—like a mountain,” she muttered, her tone half-complaining, though her gaze lingered over his broad frame.He wore a crisp white shirt that clung to his body as if molded to his skin, the top buttons left open, no tie in sight. A black jacket rested over it, paired with tailored black slacks. Effortlessly sharp… and undeniably attractive.For a moment, Laura let herself look—really look.Then she realized… he was doing the same.His gaze moved slowly over her, deliberate, intense—taking in every detail. Beneath the beige trench coat, it felt as if he was stripping her bare with nothing but his eyes.Laura was a supermodel—stunning, confident, with a body most wo
Early that morning, Luciano’s grandmother’s condition suddenly took a turn for the worse. She began struggling to breathe and was rushed to the hospital immediately. As soon as Luciano received the news, he raced there.His grandfather was already by his wife's side, but the moment Luciano entered
“Renzo,” the child replied. “What’s your name?”“Luciano,” he answered, a rare warmth in his voice.Renzo reached out and solemnly shook Luciano’s hand. “My mom says two men should always shake hands when they are introduced.”“Your mom sounds like a very wise lady,” Luciano said, impressed by the b
“Listen to you, Alberto—still drunk on your own confidence,” Rita snapped at her brother, her tone sharp with contempt. “That same damn confidence almost cost us everything. If I hadn’t thought clearly and acted in time, we’d still be rotting and living in poverty.”Vittoria scowled. “Don’t forget—
“Where’s the boss?” Reid demanded as he stepped into the mafia headquarters.One of Luciano’s men shifted uneasily, his eyes flicking toward the corridor that led to the torture room. Reid followed the glance, already shaking his head, and strode in that direction without another word.The screams







