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WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?

ผู้เขียน: Adeyiga Adejoke
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-12-11 20:16:23

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
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  • STOLEN BY THE DON   YOU BELONG TO MY MISTAKE

    "You're asking me to choose between keeping you completely safe and giving you a reason to want to be here," he said. "That's an impossible choice." "No, it's not," Sienna said, joining him at the window. "You just have to decide which matters more—possession or partnership, control or connection; you can have one or the other, Luca, but you can't have both." He turned to look at her, and she saw it clearly—the terrified boy who'd lost everyone he loved, who'd learned that control was the only protection against loss. "Freedom?" he said, and then he laughed—a harsh, bitter sound that held no humor. "You want to bargain for freedom, as if it's something I can negotiate away in pieces? Sienna, don't you understand? Freedom isn't on the table; it never was, never will be." "What do you mean?" Sienna asked, her stomach dropping. "You belong to my mistake," Luca said, the words coming out raw and unfiltered. "The moment I took you, the moment I let my obsession override everyth

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   THE STRAIN

    "I want to bargain," Sienna corrected. "You have all the power, all the control but I have something you want, something you can't take by force; my willing participation, my choice to build something real rather than just endure captivity. That's valuable, Luca, and it should be worth something." Luca leaned back in his chair, studying her with an expression she couldn't quite read. "What do you want?" "Freedom," Sienna said simply. "Not permanent freedom, not escape but periods of time where I can leave, go places, live parts of my life outside these walls. You said you can't let me go completely, fine but give me pieces of freedom, controlled releases where I can breathe without feeling the cage closing in." "No," Luca said immediately, his voice hardening. "That's not possible." "Why not?" Sienna challenged. "You're worried I'll run, that I'll disappear the moment I'm beyond your reach. So come with me, send guards, put trackers on me if you must but give me the il

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   THIRD OPTION

    "I know," Sienna said, but she didn't pull away from his touch. "But I'm crying anyway—for you, for me, for the impossibility of this entire situation. I'm crying because I should hate you completely and I don't, because something's shifted between us and I don't know how to navigate it." "Then we're both lost," Luca said, his hand still cupping her face. "Both drowning in something neither of us knows how to handle." Luca's arms came around her carefully, as if she were made of glass; he held her while she cried, while she let out everything she'd been holding back—rage, grief, confusion and something that might have been the beginning of affection she had no right to feel. "I hate this," she whispered against his chest. "I hate that you've taken my choices, that you've trapped me here, that you've made it impossible to feel anything clean and uncomplicated." "I hate it too," Luca said into her hair. "I hate what I've done, who I've become, the fact that I'm too weak to let

  • 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

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