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Luciano kept staring at her, his eyes growing distant as if he were lost in deep thought, calculating the pros and cons of not getting married on his decided date.But then he announced, “Fine. You pick the date, and that’s the day we get married.”Rosa blinked at him, still unable to believe her ears. “Are you serious?”“Completely. I’m not going to argue with you about it,” he said, a genuine smile breaking through as his fingers moved through her hair, gently soothing her curls. “Now, any more conditions?”She chewed gently on the side of her lower lip and shook her head. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against his chest before he whispered, “Good. Because now, I have one condition of my own.”She looked up at him, her curiosity piqued. “You have a condition, too?”“Isn't it unfair, baby, if I don't get anything?” His dramatic whine made her huff out a breath before she snapped, “Let’s hear it then.”“No matter what differences we have, or how many times we fight,
“Okay,” he said simply. “Anything you say.”He leaned in again, but Rosa’s brow furrowed, her hand remaining firmly pressed against his chest to hold him back.“I am listening, baby,” he whispered, completely ready to agree to whatever she demanded as long as she was willing to exchange vows with him. But when Rosa remained silent, her expression hardening with frustration, Luciano sighed. He slowly pulled away, straightening his posture to sit up fully, and then helped Rosa adjust so she was sitting up straight beside him.They sat face-to-face on the sofa.“So, I have some conditions,” she started.Luciano nodded, but then his hands moved to her thighs, smoothly pulling her onto his lap so she was straddling him.“I haven’t finished yet,” Rosa whined.“Then continue. Who is stopping you?” he replied simply and his voice was thick and husky. When she narrowed her eyes at him in exasperation, he chuckled deeply. “I can't bear the distance, baby.”Rosa rolled her eyes before she contin
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’s face reflected her nervousness as she glanced at the tray. It was laid out with syringes, pills, and lines of powdered poison in neat rows. Her eyes snapped back to Luciano.“I… I don’t do drugs,” she whispered, her voice rushed and desperate.Reid poured whisky into a glass for Luciano—his u
Rosa yelped, the sound muffled by the pillow. The shock of the sting radiated through her. Before the heat could fade, another blow landed, then another—rhythmic, heavy-handed, and deliberate.Her cries slowly turned into breathless moans as the pain melted into something hot and dizzying, sending
By the time the last dish was set down, the table was crowded with plates and bowls, their rich aromas filling the private room. Rosa ate like someone who hadn’t seen real food in days.Part of it was hunger. Part of it was nerves.She kept her eyes on her plate, but she could feel him watching he
The next morning, Rosa woke up in Luciano’s arms, his hands still gripping her breasts as if they were his favorite thing to hold even in sleep. The intimacy of it made her feel awkward and unsettled.She hadn’t planned to stay the night. She had meant to leave once he was done. But he hadn’t been







