LOGINAndrea's POVIt was frustrating to watch, honestly. Like watching two people dance around each other when they could just be together already."So my birthday was last month," I was telling Dee, adjusting my sunglasses against the bright afternoon sun. "My parents threw me this whole graduation-slash-birthday party. It was sweet, but also kind of embarrassing because my mom invited like half the neighborhood.""That sounds lovely though," Dee said, smiling. "Family celebrating you.""It was. My mom cried like three times. My dad gave this whole speech about how proud he was. It was very emotional." I took a sip of my iced tea. "What about you? When's your birthday? We should celebrate while I'm here."Dee hesitated for just a second, then said almost shyly, "Actually, it's tomorrow."I sat up so fast I nearly knocked over my drink. "What? Tomorrow? Dee! Why didn't you tell me sooner?"She laughed, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear. "It's not a big deal. I don't usually do m
Andrea's POVSince when did he call me that? He'd called me Bambi, called me Andrea with frustration or heat or teasing, but never "Miss Andrea" like I was some dignitary he'd just met.The formality felt wrong. Felt like a wall he was putting between us, a distance he was deliberately creating.And it stung more than I wanted to admit.But I wasn't going to let it show. Wasn't going to let him see that his coldness affected me. I was twenty-two years old now, not eighteen. I'd survived heartbreak and moved on with my life.At least, that's what I was going to pretend."Thanks," I said, keeping my voice light and casual. "It's good to be back."We stood there in awkward silence for a moment. He didn't move from the doorway. I didn't move from my position by the refrigerator. The kitchen suddenly felt very small despite being massive, the air between us charged with four years of unspoken words.I told myself I wasn't going to let it bother me. I was here to celebrate my graduation, to
Andrea's POVLater that day, after I'd been shown to my room—the same beautiful guest suite I'd stayed in four years ago—and had unpacked most of my things, I found myself restless.Luca and I had talked for a while over coffee, catching up on the basics, but then Luca had gotten pulled away for business and Denise had encouraged me to rest and settle in after my journey.So I'd spent the afternoon unpacking, taking a long shower, trying on three different outfits before settling on dark jeans and a soft cream sweater that made me feel put-together but not like I was trying too hard. I'd wandered the mansion for a bit, reacquainting myself with the layout.Everything looked the same—the marble floors, the expensive artwork, the crystal chandeliers. Even the library looked untouched, like time had stood still in this place.But I hadn't seen him. Hadn't heard his voice or caught a glimpse of him anywhere.Maybe he wasn't here. Maybe Luca had sent him on some errand.I told myself I was
Andrea's POVI settled back into my seat and watched New York City pass by through the tinted windows. We'd left the airfield and merged onto a highway, the skyline visible in the distance. It looked different from how I remembered—bigger, more imposing, more real now that I was older and understood more about the world.The drive gave me too much time to think. Too much time to wonder what I was walking into. Too much time to imagine scenarios of seeing Dante again.Would he be at the mansion when I arrived? Would Luca have warned him I was coming? Would he care?Maybe he had a girlfriend now. Maybe even a wife. Four years was a long time. He could have moved on completely, built a whole life that had nothing to do with the girl he'd kissed once on a balcony.The thought made my chest ache, which was stupid. I had no claim on him. We'd never even really been anything. Just a week of confusing tension and one kiss that I'd run away from.But those birthday gifts...They had to mean so
Andrea's POVI was on the private jet Luca had sent to pick me up, and honestly, it still amazed me how wealthy my cousin was. He had a freaking private jet. And a mansion. And probably a dozen other things I didn't even know about.The jet was enormous—not that I had much experience with private planes, but this one felt excessive even by rich people standards. "ROMANO" was written in elegant script on the exterior, a bold declaration of power and status that made me feel simultaneously impressed and slightly uncomfortable.The interior was just as luxurious. Cream leather seats that were more comfortable than my bed at home. Polished wood accents. A flight attendant who'd offered me champagne, snacks, a full meal, anything I could possibly want.I'd settled into one of the plush seats with a book, trying to enjoy the experience. Trying not to think about where I was going. About who I might see when I got there.I tried not to think of Dante while on my flight.I failed miserably.E
Andrea's POVThen there was Marcus, the charming journalism student who'd pursued me relentlessly my junior year. We'd gone on a handful of dates, and he'd been perfect on paper—smart, funny, attractive, ambitious. But when he'd looked at me, I didn't feel that electric charge I'd felt under Dante's gaze. When he'd touched my hand across the dinner table, I didn't feel my skin ignite the way it had when Dante's fingers had wrapped around my wrist.I'd tried. God, I'd really tried to move on, to find someone who made me feel even a fraction of what I'd felt during those confusing, intense days in New York.But no one measured up.No one had Dante's intensity, his darkness, the way he'd looked at me like I was something precious and dangerous all at once. No one made my heart race with just a smirk or a nickname I pretended to hate. No one kissed me like the world was ending and I was the only thing that mattered.I'd eventually stopped trying to date altogether, telling myself I was fo
Dahlia’s POVI didn’t know how long I had been sitting there.Time felt strange in the dark, like it didn’t move the way it used to. My wrists hurt from the ropes, my back ached from the chair, and my throat felt dry from fear and silence. The darkness pressed in on me from all sides. I couldn’t see
Denise’s POVThere was a door directly across from the painting room. I hadn’t noticed it before, or maybe I had and just ignored it. But now, standing there, something inside me whispered that this was it.Luca’s office.My heart began to beat faster.I glanced around quickly, making sure no one w
Luca’s POVI reached into my pocket and took out the small box. My fingers tightened around it for a second before I handed it to her. She stared at it like it might disappear if she blinked too hard, her eyes shining with curiosity and something darker underneath.“What’s this?” she asked softly.“
Luca’s POVWhen she finished, she shut down the computer, pulled the hard drive out, and slipped it into her pocket. She tried to put the folders back where she found them, but she was rushed now. Nervous. Things weren’t exactly where they had been before.Then she slipped out of the office.I swit







