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Introduction to Emma &Killian
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Ruthless Temptation “The Last Sunset”
POV: Emma & KillianThe sun was beginning its descent, casting golden fire across the terracotta tiles of the terrace. The Tuscan valley below bloomed in hues of amber and blush, as if the world itself was softening to a close. The sky was painted like a memory—burnished, radiant, and fleeting.Emma sat curled on the cushioned bench, her fingers laced with Killian’s. Their hands rested between them, weathered and warm, holding decades of stories in the quiet space where skin met skin.He shifted beside her, just slightly, his thigh pressed against hers. She leaned her head to his shoulder without thinking.They didn’t need to speak—not yet.Below them, the sounds of their legacy echoed through the air. Children’s laughter, the clatter of dishes from the kitchen, someone—probably Amelie—calling out for more napkins while the youngest grandchildren chased fireflies across the lawn.It was chaos, and it was home.Emma’
Ruthless Temptation “The Legacy Letter”
POV: EmmaThe villa was asleep.Outside, the hush of the hills lay like a velvet blanket over the land, the breeze rustling the cypress trees like whispered secrets. Inside, every window glowed faintly with the warmth of life lived. Laughter from the evening still lingered in the stones beneath her feet. But now the house was quiet.Emma moved slowly, barefoot through the hallway, a shawl wrapped around her shoulders and her journal pressed to her chest.It had begun as a thought during dinner, when she watched Amelie stroke her still-flat belly with quiet wonder, when Benjamin lifted his son onto his shoulders, when Alina leaned against Benson, head resting on his shoulder, exhaustion and joy dancing in her eyes.A thought that had bloomed into something more urgent.They needed to know.All of them.Not just who she was, but what she carried. What she had fought for. What she hoped would remain when she was no long
Ruthless Temptation “The Summer Table”
POV: KillianThe scent of rosemary and slow-roasted garlic clung to the warm Tuscan air like memory.Killian stood just inside the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe, watching as his grandchildren tore barefoot across the garden lawn. Their laughter spilled over the vineyard walls and into the golden horizon, the way sunlight spilled across the hills at dusk. It was the kind of sound that softened even the oldest ache.Inside the house, the walls had finally lost their newness. They now held the faint echo of shared meals and late-night stories. The shelves were no longer empty. Photographs had appeared, along with crooked paintings made by tiny hands and delicate vases filled with wildflowers the kids picked on their walks with Emma.It was home.He wandered outside, the stone path warm beneath his feet. The garden was abuzz with life—wine being poured, napkins fluttering like flags, the long summer table stretching beneath oliv
Ruthless Temptation “Coming Home”
POV: Alina, Benjamin, AmelieAlinaThe letter sat on my nightstand for three days before I opened it.I wasn’t avoiding it, not exactly. I had just been… busy. There were school lunches to pack, reports to file, a client who insisted on late-night Zoom calls from Singapore. Life had a way of demanding so much, it left little room for sentiment.But that night, when the kids were finally asleep and Benson was in the shower, I found myself sitting on the edge of the bed, fingers gently tracing my mother’s handwriting on the envelope. It was unmistakably hers—precise, elegant, patient.Inside, her words were soaked in love.An invitation. Not just to a place, but to a moment. A moment to pause, to return.By the time I reached the final lines, my vision had blurred.“Come laugh with us again… Let’s remember where it all began.”I clutched the letter to my chest and closed my eyes.When Benson
Ruthless Temptation The Invitation
POV: EmmaThe house was quiet again.Not the uneasy quiet that comes after a slammed door or the echo of a child’s tantrum. No—this quiet was softer. Mature. The kind that settles into the corners of a home after years of laughter have shaped the walls, and love has worn the floors smooth.I stood in the study, the late afternoon sun casting a golden sheen over the desk where my laptop sat open. I hadn’t meant to start crying—not yet, anyway—but the sight of the empty envelopes beside me and the stack of handwritten letters had tugged something loose.Planning a party should’ve felt exciting. Especially this one. Our Tuscan home, nearly finished, waiting to be filled with stories, meals, and the people who made us who we are. A reunion. A celebration. A dedication not just to the land, but to everything we had built on it—together.Still, it felt like letting go.I wiped at my eyes and inhaled slowly, fingers returning to th
Ruthless Temptation Continuation How They Built their Tuscany Home– “Foundations”
EmmaThe early morning sun painted the Tuscan hills in soft gold as we arrived at the plot, the scent of rosemary and warm earth curling in the air. My sandals crunched softly on the gravel as I stepped out of the car, my eyes immediately finding the familiar olive tree at the edge of the clearing—the one Killian said reminded him of us. Weathered but rooted. Twisted and resilient.The architect, Matteo, stood waiting, unrolling blueprints on a makeshift wooden table beneath a white canopy. Several builders and craftsmen flanked him, their hands calloused, faces sun-creased. Real workers. Real life.“Buongiorno,” Matteo greeted, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Shall we build your dream today?”I smiled, brushing wind-tousled hair from my face. “Let’s lay the bones, Matteo.”Killian placed a hand on my lower back as we approached, his touch grounding. We had spent months designing this. Every hallway, every arch, every window care
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