LOGINAhem Ahem… should we leave them alone now?
Rosa quickly withdrew her hands, sensing Luciano was enjoying this far too much.Samuele looked uncomfortable as well, his gaze lingering on the way Rosa had been holding Luciano so closely in front of him. In his mind, Rosa was still his. She had agreed to marry him, after all. And he intended to keep trying until she finally became his wife. He was convinced she was only behaving this way because she was afraid of the Italian Don.When Luciano still didn’t let her go, Rosa pushed against his chest with all her strength.He frowned.“Come on, Rosie, you can’t be serious,” he said, frustration slipping into his deep voice. “Don’t ruin our date because of someone else.”He threw a pointed glance toward Samuele after the last words, and the doctor’s expression tightened with hurt.“Date?” Samuele repeated, his eyes immediately searching Rosa’s face.“I didn’t know about it,” Rosa said quickly. “This isn’t a date.”“Now you don’t have to hide it, amore mio,” Luciano murmured as he leaned
A gasp left Rosa’s lips as she collided with him.She winced, squeezing her eyes shut in anticipation of pain—but instead, strong arms caught her protectively, steadying her before she could fall.“Hey, careful,” a deep, concerned voice murmured near her ear.Rosa slowly opened her eyes and found Samuele looking down at her.“Sorry,” she mumbled softly.Carefully, she steadied herself and stepped out of his embrace, straightening quickly. She already knew Luciano would be watching.And when she turned—She found him glaring at Samuele with burning fury in his eyes.“Stay the fuck away from my wife,” Luciano growled.Before anyone could react, he stormed forward and shoved Samuele hard in the chest.The doctor stumbled several steps backward.Rosa let out a horrified squeal. “No—please, don’t hurt him!”Luciano’s glare immediately shifted to her.“It was an accident,” she added quickly, almost in a whisper.“You called him here, didn’t you?” Luciano asked coldly, his eyes narrowing wi
Oh God… all of this—the beautiful setup, the flowers, the lights, the effort Luca had put into making this night perfect—was for her… only her?The realization made Lucy’s heart flutter, her chest filling with a warmth she couldn’t contain. Love—deep, overwhelming, undeniable—surged through her as she looked at the man before her, down on one knee.All she wanted, in that moment, was to hold his face in her hands and kiss him—deeply, breathlessly—until he understood just how much she loved him.“Lucy Riva,” Luca began, his voice steady despite the emotion in his eyes, “you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on—beautiful inside and out.” He paused, a faint, almost dangerous smile touching his lips. “And if you say no… I don’t think I’ll survive it. I might just throw myself off this roof rather than take another breath without you.”Lucy’s eyes narrowed at him even as she giggled behind her hand, still covering her mouth.His proposal sounded more like a threat than a c
This evening meant everything to Luca—and to Lucy, even if she didn’t know it yet. Rosa had no intention of ruining it. She had given her absolute best to make this proposal perfect—something so romantic and unforgettable that no one had ever experienced before… and no one ever would again.Lucy, however, was under a completely different impression.She believed Luca had arranged a surprise date for Rosa and Luciano. According to him, Lucy just had to bring Rosa to the venue, while he would make sure Luciano arrived. In her mind, they were simply playing cupid—helping the two spend time together in a beautifully romantic setting.She had no idea…The entire setup was for her.A night meant to change everything—reshaping her life and opening the door to a future brighter than she had ever dreamed. Luca gently took Lucy’s hand, guiding her inside.And Luciano held out his hand for Rosa. She didn’t even look at it—just stepped out of the car on her own and brushed past him.Luciano let
Marcus’s eyes widened—and so did Julian’s.“You’re lying,” Marcus muttered, though the certainty in his voice had faltered.Rosa tilted her head slightly, a faint, amused smile playing on her lips. “Well, why don’t I call him?” she said lightly. “You can say hello yourself.”For a brief moment, even she couldn’t believe she was using his name—the very man she had never wanted any ties with—and calling him her husband.But she had learned quickly.In a world like this, you survived by playing the same game as the wolves around you.“What’s going on here?”The deep voice cut through the tension, making everyone turn.Rosa smiled.Julian and Marcus, however, went pale.Luca Santoro stood a few steps away, his presence quiet but commanding. His gaze moved to Rosa first—checking, assessing—before shifting into something colder as it landed on the two men.“Madam, are you alright?”The formality of his tone, the respect in the word Madam, left no room for doubt.Rosa’s claim had just been
Rosa had agreed to the meeting because the author, Julian Vance, insisted on the venue—a high-end restaurant just a few blocks from her office. It was the kind of place where deals were made over crystal glasses and whispered promises, where reputation carried as much weight as the words on paper.Soft amber lighting spilled across polished marble floors. The faint clink of cutlery and low murmur of conversation blended with the distant notes of a piano. Everything about the place spoke of quiet power.She stepped inside alone, her heels striking the floor with measured confidence. Her expression was composed, professional—but her mind was already working, anticipating the negotiation ahead.Until she saw the table.Julian Vance wasn’t alone.Seated beside him, leaning back like he owned the room, was a man she knew all too well—Marcus Thorne, owner of Thorne & Petals, the rival house to Prose & Stanza, known for his cunning and questionable tactics in the business. For a fraction of
“But know this—Luciano Mancini doesn’t need a signed document to make a deal.”Rosa’s eyes flew open, and she quickly shook her head.“No, I didn’t mean to end our arrangement.”Her reply lit something in Luciano’s eyes.But Rosa had never intended to end it—not yet. Not until she became pregnant wi
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.
Rosa didn’t say a word.It was known across the world that Luciano Mancini was rumored to be the Italian Don—but there was never any proof, nor was it ever made official. He owned countless legitimate businesses, charity organizations for noble causes, schools, and hospitals that served people for







