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Rosa’s breathing hitched as his scent—an intoxicating mix of fresh body wash and expensive cologne—invaded her senses. Her chest heaved despite her desperate attempts to calm herself in his proximity. His warm body pressed flush against her back, his arms possessively wrapped around her waist, making her want to lean back against him, close her eyes, and just let him take control.The next moment, one of his hands left her waist and gently swept her slightly damp hair aside from her shoulder, clearing a path. He rested his face against the curve of her neck, breathing hot against her skin.His lips began trailing warm, slow kisses along the side of her neck, making it impossible for her to stay still—and even harder to hold back a moan.“What... what are you doing?” she panted breathlessly.Summoning the last of her resolve, she slowly pried his arms from her waist and pulled away. But just as she was about to walk away, his voice whispered from behind her, heavy and fractured."Rosie
“I didn't let him watch anything. He just chose that cartoon himself,” Luciano mumbled defensively.But this time, his tone was a little colder, quieter. The fight was leaving him. Inside, he was still reeling as a sharp pang of regret sliced through his heart. He had always thought that providing for her, giving her unlimited money, was enough to show he cared. But just now, he realized she didn't want his money. She wanted more. She wanted his effort. She wanted his attention, his time, and all of him.If he was so certain that she was his life and his world, then why hadn't he made her feel that way? Why hadn't he made sure she knew she was the center of his universe—in every way, at all times, in every single situation, and under any condition? That he only wanted her. He just wanted her to be happy. “Then you should pay attention to what he is watching. These days, cartoons are becoming pure nonsense,” Rosa grumbled, stepping closer. “Here, hold this.”She handed Luciano the gla
“Mommy, do you like Daddy?”The question made Rosa’s eyes widen slightly. She was completely taken aback. Who on earth was teaching her innocent son these kinds of things? Then, realization dawned on her, and she knew exactly who was responsible for corrupting her son’s mind. She turned her accusing gaze straight toward Luciano, who was watching her with undisguised anticipation.For a long moment, their eyes remained locked, and she said nothing.Then, arching a single brow, she kept her frustrated eyes pinned on her ex-husband while she replied to their son. “What exactly is there to like about your daddy?”Luciano’s face visibly fell. He let out a long, hopeless sigh and shook his head, looking away.“Mommy, he is so handsome!” Renzo argued, instantly defending his father. “And powerful, and so rich. And he buys me everything I ask for.”Luciano felt a wave of relief wash over him—at least their son was on his side.“Handsome?” Rosa snorted softly at her son’s innocence. “He never
Luciano unlocked his phone and held the screen directly above Renzo’s face. Renzo’s eyes immediately locked onto the light. His little thumb swiped across the screen, searching through the downloaded videos until he found his favorite one, instantly tuning out the rest of the room.With her son thoroughly occupied by the cartoon, Rosa silently mouthed to Luciano that she was going to go find the nurse. Luciano gave her a sharp nod, keeping his arm steady over the bed.Rosa stepped out to the nurse's station, informing them that Renzo was fully awake and alert. "Is he allowed to have some juice?" she asked anxiously.The nurse looked up from her computer and gave an approving smile. "He can have a few sips of clear juice," she murmured, reaching into a small medical fridge to hand Rosa a tiny plastic carton. "But remember, he must stay completely flat. Use a flexible straw so he doesn't have to lift his neck."Rosa stopped by the hospital canteen to pick up a small plastic cup of apple
Rosa lightly nudged Luciano with her shoulder, silently reprimanding him for the rude remark. "Thank you, Samuele," she said firmly.Luciano let out an irritated grunt beside her, but Rosa ignored him. To her, her son mattered more than anything else in the world."It's my duty, Rosa," Samuele said with a gentle smile. Then, his eyes shifted to Luciano, a flash of quiet triumph gleaming in them before he added, "I didn't know that you were allergic to oranges?"The question caught Rosa completely off guard. She had forgotten all about the frantic lie she’d spun earlier to protect Luciano’s ego. Forcing her face to remain completely expressionless, she subtly shifted her weight, her hand instinctively coming up to rest protectively over her lower stomach. "Ah, yes..." she murmured, her voice carrying a calculated, hesitant softness as she tried to smooth over the slip-up. "I actually developed a sudden aversion to them recently. The doctor mentioned that hormonal shifts during pregnan
Rosa had been holding Renzo’s hand throughout the entire sedation process. At first, the little boy had been terrified, tears streaming down his face as the bright, sterile room and the masked doctors overwhelmed him. But then Samuele pulled down his mask, showing his face to the boy, and promised him he was completely safe, reminding Renzo that he was the one personally doing the treatment, so there was no need to worry. Rosa, too, did her absolute best to coax him, whispering soothing words until the boy finally calmed down, stopped crying, and lay still on the bed so the anesthesiologist could begin working. She never let go of his tiny hand, holding it tight until his eyes grew heavy and he drifted off to sleep. Normally, hospital protocol required parents to leave the room once the sedation took effect. But because Rosa had stayed by Renzo's side for every single one of these procedures, Samuele always allowed her to remain in the room—it was their normal routine, and no one e
Luciano’s hand shot out instantly, and he grabbed her handcuffed wrists with one of his hands, pinning them against the headboard to stop her from bruising herself further. He leaned in, his dark blue eyes fixed on hers as he granted her wish, catching her nipple between his teeth and biting down ev
“We thought Luciano disposed of you like garbage and had you shipped out of the country,” Vittoria said, her lips curling with cruel satisfaction. “We never expected to see you again.”It was deliberate. A knife twisted into old wounds.“So how did you crawl back into Rome?” Chiara added in a mockin
“Why are we here?” she asked, looking up at him.He didn’t answer.Instead, he slid a cigarette between his lips. Luca stepped in instantly and lit it for him. Luciano took a long drag, exhaled smoke through his nose, then grabbed Rosa’s hand and dragged her forward, his stride long and ruthless.S
Luciano Mancini strode in wearing an impeccable black suit, every inch of him screaming power and danger, looking like a man carved by God himself. His charm usually stole every eye in the room—but this time it was the gun and dagger in his hands that commanded all the attention. His men stormed in




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