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“Yeah, but didn’t you ask for the details? Like what kind of business, where he went, or what the outcome of the trip was?” Lucy pressed, refusing to let the subject drop.Rosa’s brow furrowed deeper as she shook her head again. “No. Why would I ask for details like that? It’s not as if I care whether he’s around or not. Honestly, it was a relief to be without him for a week. At least I could live freely without anyone bothering Renzo and me.”“Did he really bother you that much?” Lucy questioned, her eyes widening as she lifted both of her brows in pure skepticism. Rosa fixed her with a sharp, calculating gaze. She was starting to get highly suspicious of why Lucy was suddenly asking so many pointed questions about Luciano.“As if you don’t know exactly how much he bothers me?” Rosa countered.“Oh, right. Yeah!” Lucy giggled awkwardly, tucking a stray strand of her loose curls behind her ear. Of course, she knew. Rosa regularly dumped all her frustrations about her ex-husband onto h
Rosa pursed her lips tightly, her gaze darting away from her best friend. She didn't say a word as the elevator chimed, the doors sliding open to reveal the executive floor. She marched straight back toward her office, with Lucy trailing stubbornly behind her.Truthfully, Lucy had started seeing Luciano in a completely different light recently. Luca talked about his boss constantly, and he had explicitly told Lucy that Luciano cared deeply for Rosa—he was just a man entirely incapable of vocalizing it. Lucy’s heart had truly softened when she learned that Luciano had taken two bullets to the chest just to save Rosa’s life. He had spent hours suspended between life and death, fighting to survive. Perhaps, Luca had mused, it was only his unyielding will to get back to Rosa that had dragged him out of death's doorway.Rosa entered her office and walked straight to her desk, flipping open a folder of financial reports as if she could simply force herself back into her scheduled routine.B
This time, no one—not Chiara, nor Vittoria—dared to speak a single syllable. They were too utterly terrified to fight back, frozen by the sudden, chilling realization that Rosa wasn't bluffing about Luciano. They knew his name wasn't just a hollow threat. If Luciano Mancini actually intervened, the punishment waiting for them would be infinitely more painful than any police custody. They were drowning in immediate regret for ever thinking they could scare Rosa by threatening her. What they had planned as a calculated intimidation tactic had backfired on them spectacularly. Chiara, trembling from head to toe, clutched her mother’s hand. She looked at Rosa, her voice dropping to a desperate, pathetic whimper. “Rosa… I know you're angry, but please… don’t make us leave our house. Where would we even go to live?” Lucy watched from the side, once again trapped in a state of shock at how quickly these two shameless women could flip from vicious bullies to begging victims. But Rosa wasn'
“Chiara!” Vittoria screamed in horror. Seeing her daughter slapped by a woman they had deemed a piece of trash for years—a girl they had terrorized and treated like dirt—was a shock that turned Vittoria's world upside down. “You… you will pay for this!” Vittoria gritted through her teeth, her eyes shooting lethal daggers at Rosa. She tightly held Chiara, whose eyes were stinging with tears of shock and pain as she desperately covered her throbbing cheek with her palm. “Shut the fuck up, both of you!” Rosa warned, completely discarding any semblance of respect or manners. Hell, these monsters didn't deserve an ounce of it from her. “Just because I have been silent all these years doesn't mean I forgot what you did to me. I can yell just as loud as you. I can tell everyone in this room about the cruelty, the betrayal, and the financial fraud your family inflicted on mine.” She stepped closer, her posture radiating absolute dominance. “The eviction notice was issued by the court becau
“Calm down, Lina, and tell me what's wrong,” Rosa requested, keeping her tone deliberately steady to counter the panic in the room. But Lina was trembling, completely unable to find her footing.“Ma’am, Mrs. Vittoria and Miss Chiara have just arrived,” Lina stammered, her voice low and terrified. “They are causing a massive scene downstairs. They are demanding to see you right now.”Lucy’s expression darkened instantly, her brow furrowing. “What the fuck are they doing here?” she hissed, her jaw tight with rage as she immediately turned toward the door to storm out.But Rosa stepped into her path. “Wait, Lucy. Let me handle it.”“No, Rosa, that's exactly what they want!” Lucy protested, refusing to budge. “They want you to walk out there so they can stress you out. I know how to deal with garbage like them.” Lucy’s eyes drifted instinctively down to Rosa’s stomach, a flicker of protectiveness crossing her face. She didn't want Rosa to endure a single ounce of stress right now. Rosa no
Rosa snapped her head up, staring at him in utter shock.Wasn't he being unnecessarily sweet? It was so completely out of character for him. Why was he suddenly trying to act like a doting husband who didn't make a single move without asking his wife first? They weren’t even a married couple anymore.But then Renzo looked up at her, showcasing the exact same dark blue eyes as his father, filled with that identical, hopeful plea.God, they both knew exactly how to manipulate her.She let out a defeated sigh and looked at her son. “Yes, sweetie, Daddy is coming.”“Yay!” Renzo squealed, bouncing in his seat, while Luciano bit back a victorious grin.
Yes, Laura had always been unkind—sharp-tongued, jealous, and possessive—but this level of hatred, and showing it so openly in public, was unexpected. Rosa wasn’t Luciano’s wife anymore. Laura was the one marrying him next month. So why did she still sound threatened? Why was she still this vicio
The entire store went still.Heavy footsteps cut through the silence, each one deliberate… commanding.The polished black leather shoes that stopped just inches from her own came into Rosa’s tearful view first. Slowly, she lifted her lashes, her eyes tracing the tall, imposing frame before her. Bro
Rosa felt uneasy when she found a pair of intense blue eyes staring back at her with recognition in them, followed almost instantly by a flicker of annoyance that tightened the man’s already cold expression.Luciano Mancini sat in the middle, the other two men positioned on either side of him. For
As Rosa hurried out of the building, her vision blurred—her tears spilling before she could even take a breath. And as if the sky itself felt her despair, the clouds opened, rain pouring down in heavy sheets, weeping with the mother who refused to stop fighting… even when she had no strength left.




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