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Lucy’s eyes began to glisten with unshed tears. A dull ache settled in her chest; she felt utterly wretched knowing that she was the sole reason behind his pain.“Luca…” she started, her voice cracking.But he turned away, heading toward the bedroom. “Let it go, Lucy. I am tired.”His cold dismissal made her resolve falter for a fraction of a second, but she couldn't just let him walk away. Not when he was hurting like this. She hurried after him and caught his hand again. “I’m sorry, Luca. I never wanted to hurt you. Seeing you like this... it’s killing me.”A heavy sigh escaped him, his jaw clenching. He used his other hand to gently but firmly pry her fingers off his wrist, freeing himself from her grasp. He lifted his eyes then, looking straight into hers. “Lucy, I said… I’m tired. I need time.” Time?The word sent a jolt of pure panic straight through her. How much time? What if space only allowed the distance between them to grow? She couldn't survive a single minute of him shu
Lucy turned to Luca, hoping this might finally be the moment the ice between them would break.But when he met her eyes, his gaze was flat and empty. "Let’s go home," he said, his voice entirely devoid of emotion.Despite the chill in his tone, a small wave of relief washed over Lucy. Home. He had said home. He was angry, yes, but he wasn’t leaving her. “So soon?” Rosa interrupted, her eyes darting to Lucy. Lucy gave a subtle, microscopic shake of her head, pleading with her silently not to push it.“Yes, Madam,” Luca replied, his demeanor shifting to show Rosa his usual quiet respect. “I have an early start at work tomorrow.”Rosa nodded, accepting it but refusing to let them leave empty-handed. “Wait, let me pack you some cornetti.” Before Luca could politely protest that she shouldn't go to the trouble, Rosa was already moving quickly toward the kitchen.She returned moments later with a small container, handing it directly to Lucy. As she did, she squeezed Lucy's hand, her eyes s
Luca and Luciano sat in the car. Luca had originally intended to drive, but when Luciano claimed the driver’s seat, Luca didn't argue. He knew better than to question his boss when the man had his mind made up.Noticing that Luca was even quieter than usual, Luciano broke the silence. "First time a woman's put you through the wringer?" Luca let out a soft snort, shaking his head. "First time actually falling in love. So to be honest, I don't know what the hell to expect or what to do.""Well, let me let you in on a little secret I've learned from my own marriage so far," Luciano said. Surprisingly, his tone sounded remarkably light, almost cheerful.Luca glanced over at him, caught off guard. Until now, it had always been the Don asking him for advice on love and women. Now, the tables were turned, and the Don was the one handing out lessons. That was a massive change.Luciano spoke further. “Never expect anything from them, but always meet their expectations first.”Luca suddenly bur
Lucy, who had watched and listened to everything so far, now couldn't stop herself from asking, “So it’s true?” Every eye in the room lifted to her. “That you are the Italian Don?”She needed final confirmation of what her instincts and all the dark rumors had always suggested.Luciano nodded, his face turning icy. “Yes. And what happens in this room shouldn't leave this room. Is that clear?” His cold, authoritative tone made Lucy nod instantly.Luciano turned his sharp gaze back to Lucy, letting the warning settle. “It’s a good thing you came to Rosa, and Rosa came to me. If you had gone to anyone else, I don’t know what would have happened. But our entire plan could have been ruined,” he said, his voice chillingly cold.Lucy lowered her head, the weight of guilt pressing down on her chest.“But it’s not her fault!” Rosa countered instantly, fighting back on behalf of her best friend. “You... you men always love to hide everything from us, so what are we supposed to think?”Luciano lo
“He won’t harm her, Rosa. Trust me,” Luciano said, his voice dropping into a flat, almost bored tone.Luca watched his boss and the Don's wife, then looked back at Lucy, tears still streaming from her eyes. His chest tightened. It infuriated him to the core that his Lucy was suffering through this entire charade. “Boss, you should have told them the truth,” Luca demanded, his tone laced with heavy annoyance. “Why did you let my Lucy cry for hours?”“Keep your voice down, Luca,” Luciano growled, his eyes flashing with sudden fury. “It’s not my fault you can’t keep a secret properly. Don’t you dare have the audacity to blame your failure on me.”Luca swallowed his anger, dropping his gaze. “Sorry, boss.”“Your sorry isn't going to fix anything. You couldn't even keep it from your own girl,” Luciano muttered, his disappointment cutting sharp. “How am I supposed to trust you out there with those bastards chasing you like ghosts? You really disappointed me, Luca.”“What is going on here?”
When Luca walked back into the mansion, he immediately felt the shift in the air. The atmosphere had completely changed since he left just a few hours ago.His eyes swept the living room. Lucy was sitting on the sofa, nervously fidgeting with her fingers. Rosa sat right beside her, gripping her arm protectively. Meanwhile, Luciano Mancini was pacing the floor, his heavy steps echoing through the hall.The moment Luca entered, all three pairs of eyes snapped to him.His gaze fell first on his beloved Lucy. She looked up at him, her eyes drowning in raw pain and unshed tears. Beside her, Rosa was glaring at him with pure hatred, as if he were a convicted criminal. And Luciano—the Don—looked at him with a crushing expression of absolute disappointment.“Boss, you called for me?” Luca asked, keeping his composure tight.Luciano began walking toward him. At the same time, Lucy jumped to her feet, her voice cracking. “Please, don’t hurt him!”Her tone was pure pleading. Rosa stood up right b
Just as Luciano turned the corner, Rosa arrived at the other end of the hall. She saw his retreating back, but at that exact moment, Luciano turned around. Rosa froze.Pure, cold fear gripped her. She instinctively ducked against the wall, hiding behind a thick marble pillar. Luciano’s eyes swept th
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
Luciano had been furious with Rosa for lying to him. He had avoided going to see her because he knew he wouldn’t be able to control the monsters inside him—and he might end up hurting her.But that morning, when he heard she was going to Prose and Stanza, his anger turned into worry. He didn’t know
One hour earlier…Luciano was sitting in his car, with Luca driving them toward his office, when his phone rang. It was the man he had assigned to follow and guard Rosa.From the bodyguard, he learned that Rosa was on her way to her father’s publishing house. The news immediately put him on edge.“







