LOGINDante’s POVWhen Dahlia collapsed, it felt like the world tilted off its axis.One second she was standing, shaking, fighting to stay upright with pure will alone—and the next she was falling. Her body crumpled like it had finally given up on holding all that fear and pain inside. I rushed forward and barely caught her before her head hit the ground.“Dahlia,” I said urgently, gripping her shoulders. “Dahlia, look at me.”No response.My chest tightened so hard it hurt to breathe.Around us, the night was chaos. Flames roared from the mansion behind us, licking the sky. Smoke rolled thick and black, stinging my eyes and throat. Men shouted orders, radios crackled, and somewhere in the distance sirens wailed. But all of that faded into the background.Luca was still inside that burning hell.And now his wife—his pregnant wife—was unconscious in my arms.I pressed my fingers to her neck, counting each beat like my life depended on it. Her pulse was weak, but it was there. That small, fr
Dahlia’s POVStrong arms wrapped around me from behind, steady but tight. I hated it. I hated being held back. I hated not being the one running toward Luca.Dante turned to face me. He reached out and held my shoulders, forcing me to look at him. His face was set, jaw tight, eyes burning with the same fear that was tearing me apart inside.“I’m going back in,” he said firmly. “I’ll get him out. I promise you.”My lips trembled. I nodded over and over again, tears spilling down my cheeks faster than I could stop them.“You have to,” I whispered brokenly. “Please. He’s still in there. He’s hurt. He’s—” My voice cracked, and I couldn’t finish the sentence. “Please bring him back to me.”Dante didn’t say anything else. He just gave me one last look—one that said he understood exactly what Luca meant to me—and then he turned and ran.I watched him sprint toward the mansion, his boots hitting the ground hard, his body moving with purpose and urgency. My heart raced with every step he took.
Dahlia’s POVThe moment I stepped out of the basement, it felt wrong.Like the world had tilted slightly off its axis and never bothered to correct itself.The door closed behind me with a low, final sound, thick and heavy, and something inside my chest cracked open. It wasn’t just a door shutting. It felt like a sentence being passed. Like I was abandoning him. Like I was walking away from my own heart and locking it in the dark.Luca’s face burned behind my eyes.The way his voice had broken when he begged Leonardo to let me go.The way he had stepped forward, shoulders squared, offering himself like a sacrifice.Take me instead.I swallowed hard, but it did nothing. The ache in my throat only grew sharper.My hands shook uncontrollably. I stared at them, at how useless they were, how weak I had become. Fear crawled under my skin and settled deep in my bones, cold and suffocating. If anything happened to Luca—if he was hurt, if he died down there because of me—I knew, with terrifyin
Luca’s POVMy chest tightened so hard it hurt to breathe. The weight of her words pressed down on me, heavy and terrifying and real. I thought of our child. Thought of the life we hadn’t even begun yet.“I promise,” I said without hesitation. My voice was steady now, even though my eyes burned. “On my life. On our child. I will come back to you.”Behind us, I heard Leonardo scoff.The sound was sharp and mocking, full of cruelty, like my pain amused him. I didn’t turn. I didn’t react. He didn’t exist in that moment.Nothing existed except her.There was something else I needed to say. Something I had held back for too long. Fear had kept it locked inside me, fear that loving her this deeply would give the world another way to destroy me.But now?Now it felt stupid to keep it hidden.“I love you,” I said softly.The words felt strange and right all at once, like they had been waiting their whole life to be spoken.Her breath caught.Her eyes widened, then filled even more with tears.
Luca’s POV“Let her go.”The words tore out of my chest before I could stop them. My voice sounded rough, broken, like it had been dragged over glass. “She has nothing to do with this. Whatever you think I took from you, whatever hatred you’re carrying—this is between you and me.”Behind me, there was a soft movement.A breath.Then a weak voice that nearly destroyed me.“Luca…”I spun halfway around, my heart slamming hard against my ribs. Dahlia’s eyes were open now. She looked disoriented, scared, her lashes fluttering as she tried to understand where she was. Her hands were still tied. Her body was still trapped in that chair.“I’m here,” I said quickly, forcing strength into my voice even though I felt like I was falling apart inside. “I’m right here, princess. You’re not alone. Don’t be scared.”Her eyes found mine. Relief and fear crashed together on her face. Tears filled her eyes, spilling over as her lips trembled.That sight alone almost broke me.I turned back to Leonardo
Luca’s POV“I’m going in alone,” I said.My voice didn’t sound like my own. It was rough, strained, like it could crack at any second. Saying the words made everything feel terrifyingly real.Immediately, Dante stepped closer. He placed a firm hand on my shoulder, steady and solid. His eyes searched my face, filled with concern and something close to fear for me.“Are you sure?” he asked quietly.I let out a shaky breath and nodded. “I don’t have a choice.”He studied me for a moment longer, then nodded. He understood. They all did. He stepped aside, giving me a clear path to the door.“Be careful,” he said softly.I met his eyes for a brief second, then turned back to the basement door. My heart was racing, fear and rage twisting together inside me until I felt like I might tear apart. My hands trembled, but I forced them to steady. Somewhere beyond that door, Dahlia was waiting for me.The thought stayed with me like a wound that wouldn’t close. It burned. It hurt. It was the only t







