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Rosa felt a whirlwind of emotions she couldn't name. This was a moment she had craved so desperately during the long months of her first pregnancy. Back then, every time she sat in a waiting room, she had imagined what it would feel like to have Luciano accompany her like other husbands—to have him stand as her shield while she felt so vulnerable.But as the weeks turned into months, and he never searched for her, never returned her calls, those hopes had slowly withered. She’d had to teach herself, in real-time, how to be alone. She had steeled her heart so firmly that even now, with a second life growing inside her, she had arrived prepared to face every examination, every scan, and blood work in total solitude.But now, here was the devil, appearing at the very moment she had convinced herself his presence was impossible. She stood frozen, unable to move.Sensing her dazed stare, Luciano reached up and slid his sunglasses off, revealing eyes as blue and fathomless as the ocean. For
“Get dressed quickly. Renzo won't start until you're there,” Rosa said, her voice sounding slightly dull as she fought to keep her emotions under control. “He has to take his medicine on time,” she reminded him.Luciano nodded, rising from the bed. He called out to his son as he headed toward the door. “Renzo, you start eating. Daddy will be down as soon as I’m dressed.”“Okay, Daddy!” Renzo chirped. He was far too excited about finally having his father around to deny any request Luciano made.Soon, Luciano appeared at the breakfast table, looking every bit the formidable Don in a crisp white shirt, black tie, and a perfectly tailored black suit. When he arrived, he found Renzo clutching a piece of bread and jam in his small hand, eating with a look of pure deli
Rosa finished preparing breakfast for all of them, and to her surprise, she didn't feel nauseous. Perhaps her pregnancy was becoming unpredictable, or perhaps the baby in her womb was already relishing its father’s presence, just like its elder brother.She shook her head at the thought, trying to dispel the idea. She looked toward the stairs; Renzo and Luciano hadn't come down yet.She glanced at the spread she had laid out on the table. She had prepared the bread and jam for Renzo, but for Luciano, she had plated Bresaola and Parmigiano. She knew him too well; she knew he wouldn't be able to stomach just bread for a meal. As the coffee began to brew, filling the kitchen with its rich, bitter aroma, she decided to go upstairs and see for herself what was taking the father and son so long.She climbed the steps carefully and slowly. Just as she pushed open the door to Renzo’s room, he emerged from the bathroom with Luciano, a trail of steam following them like clouds. Renzo was bundle
The question hung in the air, cold and heavy. His parents had separated when Luciano was too small to even remember the lines of his face. There had been no one to teach him how to fight the shadows. Even his mother had been a distant figure, leaving him to face the terrors of the night alone until he simply stopped sleeping altogether to avoid the dreams.He didn't want to explain that he had learned to fight monsters by becoming one.“Renzo, let’s get you showered,” he announced, his voice regaining its authoritative edge as he stood up. He looked at Rosa, his gaze unreadable. “While we do that, Mommy can make us breakfast.”Rosa watched him, her eyes narrowing slightly as she shook her head. Even in a moment of vulnerability, he was still the bossy, commanding man.
Luciano reacted instantly. He withdrew his hand and pulled Rosa’s top back down, his movements sharp and efficient as he covered her. Rosa scrambled into a sitting position, reaching for Renzo and scooping him into her lap in one fluid motion.“Shhh, baby, I’m here. Mommy is here,” Rosa cooed, rocking him desperately in her arms. But Renzo’s sobs only intensified; his eyes remained clamped shut, his body rigid as if he were still trapped deep within the nightmare.Seeing him like this, Rosa’s own eyes welled with tears. “Renzo, baby, please wake up. Open your eyes for Mommy.”“No, Mommy!” Renzo wailed again, the word breaking into a ragged sob. “I won't open my eyes. They will kill me.”Watching Rosa’s helplessness and his son’s terror, Luciano felt a pained emotion he had never known—as if his heart were being hollowed out of his chest. He moved quickly, reaching out to take Renzo from her arms. Rosa looked up at him, her face tear-streaked and her expression filled with a dazed con
The sensation coursed through Rosa like an electric current, leaving her paralyzed by a mix of fury and a feeling she refused to name. Her hands clamped onto the covers at her sides, her breath hitching in shallow pants.“Luciano, stop... this is my body... you can’t do this,” she protested, her voice little more than a ghost of a whisper.Luciano didn't pull away. Rosa reached down, her hand finding his head with the intent of shoving him back, but then she felt the warm glide of his tongue against her skin. He left a trail of warmth across her skin, his lips lingering at her navel as if he were worshipping the life growing inside her. The sensation shifted into something deeper, something far more like lust.Rosa clamped a hand over her mouth, desperately muffling the moan that threatened to escape.But Luciano didn't stop. Rosa’s breathing accelerated, her heart pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird. Her body was acting of its own accord, betraying her despite her mind’s fr
Rosa exhaled, gathering courage as she tried to wriggle free from his arm.“Please… let me tell him that I’m going with you, so he can go home. Please,” she implored. She knew Samuele would be worried—he had no idea what was going on between her and her ex-husband. She needed to reassure him, or he
Luciano Mancini had walked in, and all heads turned toward him. After all, who didn’t know him?His face was the same as always—cold, unreadable—but the air around him shifted the moment he stepped inside. His dark aura, the ruthless confidence in his stride, and that dangerously perfect face made
The car stopped beside her, and she startled when the door was suddenly flung open. Her instincts kicked in, and before she could run, a deep voice rumbled, “Get in.”Rosa blinked, glancing at the open door and then at him. He had removed his coat, loosened his tie, and rolled the sleeves of his wh
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







