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THE CONFRONTATION

Penulis: Adeyiga Adejoke
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-12-10 23:23:54

Luca didn't sleep that night; he paced his study until dawn, the files spread across his desk like evidence at a trial, photographs of two identical faces staring up at him—one shaped by privilege, one carved by survival.

The scar on Sienna's wrist haunted him; such a small mark, barely visible unless you knew to look for it, but it carried the weight of a desperate twelve-year-old's attempt to escape pain the only way she thought possible.

Serena wouldn't have that scar; Serena Marchesi, raised in wealth and comfort, would have unmarked skin, unblemished by the kind of desperation that drove children to such dark choices.

It was proof, undeniable and devastating, that the woman he'd been holding wasn't the girl from his idealized memories; but more than that, it was proof that she'd survived horrors his privileged Serena would never have faced.

As sunrise painted the sky in shades of gold and crimson, Luca made a decision; he needed to confront this properly, needed to hear f
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  • STOLEN BY THE DON   Desperate 2

    "Until I saw you," Luca agreed. "And I thought finally, after all this time, I'd found her—found the missing piece that would make me whole again; but you weren't her, could never be her, because you're not gentle or soft-spoken or sweet." "I know," Sienna said, familiar bitterness creeping into her voice. "I'm the damaged one, the wrong twin, the one who survived hell instead of being rescued from it." "No," Luca said sharply, turning to face her fully. "You're not the damaged one—or if you are, it's a damage that makes you stronger, fiercer, more real than any fantasy Serena was my escape from darkness, but you—you're someone who's lived in darkness and refused to let it win; there's a difference between being saved from monsters and fighting them yourself." Sienna felt tears threatening and fought them back. "Don't do that; don't try to make keeping me prisoner sound noble by claiming I'm stronger or better than the woman you actually wanted." "I'm not trying to make it no

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   THE FIRST TEAR

    Sienna didn't leave her room for the rest of that day; she sat by the window, staring out at grounds she'd tried to escape from, feeling the weight of Luca's ultimatum pressing down on her like physical force. He wouldn't let her go; after everything, after promising freedom, after seeming to understand the magnitude of what he'd done—he'd chosen himself over her autonomy, proven that his obsession was stronger than any moral compass. She should hate him completely now, should feel nothing but rage and betrayal; and part of her did, the part that had survived captivity before, that knew how to build walls and turn emotions into weapons. But another part of her, smaller and more dangerous, couldn't stop thinking about the look in his eyes when he'd made his confession; the raw pain, the self-loathing, the genuine anguish of a man who knew he was doing something unforgivable but couldn't stop himself. That part confused her, made her question everything she thought she understoo

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   WHATEVER CAME NEXT

    "So what?" Sienna's voice rose, desperation bleeding through. "I'm just supposed to accept this? Accept that I'll never be free, that you're going to keep me here forever because you've decided your feelings trump my rights?" "No," Luca said quietly. "You don't have to accept anything; you can hate me, fight me, spend every day making my life hell—I'll still keep you here, still refuse to let you go, because losing you is worse than being hated by you." He stepped back, giving her space to breathe. "I'm giving you an ultimatum, though it's not much of one; you can stay as my prisoner, fighting me every step of the way, making this a war of wills that destroys us both—or you can stay as my partner, my equal in everything except freedom, building something real despite the twisted foundation." "That's not a choice," Sienna said, her voice shaking. "That's just two different versions of captivity dressed up as options." "I know," Luca agreed. "But it's all I can offer; I've tried

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   THE ULTIMATUM

    Sienna woke to find Luca standing in her room—his room, technically, the one he'd moved her into weeks ago; dawn light filtered through the curtains, painting everything in shades of gray and gold. He looked like he hadn't slept; his clothes were the same ones he'd worn yesterday, wrinkled now, and there was something haunted in his eyes that made her sit up slowly, instinctively wary. "What's wrong?" she asked, her voice still rough with sleep. "I need to talk to you," Luca said, his voice strangely flat. "Now, before I lose my nerve, before I convince myself silence is kinder." Sienna pulled the blanket around herself, suddenly feeling vulnerable in her sleep clothes. "It's barely sunrise, Luca; whatever this is, can it wait until—" "No," he interrupted, moving closer. "It can't wait; I've spent all night thinking, pacing, trying to find the right words—and I've realized there are no right words, no gentle way to say what needs to be said." He sat on the edge of the bed,

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?

    And the worst part, the part that was tearing him apart, was that Sienna had survived hell before he'd ever touched her."So I'm trapped too," Luca laughed bitterly. "Trapped by my own actions, by the uncertainty I've created, by the knowledge that anything she feels could be manufactured by circumstances rather than real emotion." "That's your penance," Matteo agreed. "Living with uncertainty, with guilt, with the knowledge that you destroyed something precious before you even knew it existed." Luca stood, moving to the window again; outside, he could see the art studio where Sienna was probably still painting, processing the devastating news about her twin through the only language she truly trusted. "She deserves better than me," he said quietly. "She deserves someone who didn't kidnap her, who didn't force her into this nightmare, who could offer her love without the shadow of violence and coercion hanging over everything." "Yes," Matteo agreed simply. "She does; but that's

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   THE RAGE

    Luca didn't return to the study after leaving Sienna; instead, he found himself in the estate's gym, a space he rarely used anymore, preferring the controlled violence of his work to the meaningless release of physical exertion. But tonight, he needed something—anything—to channel the storm building inside him. He'd destroyed an innocent woman's life chasing a ghost; kidnapped her, imprisoned her, traumatized her—all because he'd been too obsessed, too damaged, too consumed by a fifteen-year-old memory to see reality. She'd already been broken and put herself back together through sheer determination—and then he'd shattered her again, stolen the fragile peace she'd fought so hard to build. His first punch hit the heavy bag with enough force to send pain shooting up his arm; he welcomed it, hit again, harder this time, putting all his self-loathing into the impact. The girl with the scar on her wrist; the twelve-year-old who'd been so desperate to escape pain that she'd tried

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