Masuk~Luciano~"I think we got a head on who it is" Russo walked in with a serious look on his face.I looked up from my laptop waiting for him to continue. "I suspect lago Othello" the name was enough to make my blood run cold and I clenched my jaw angrily."How? I thought he stopped the business" I seethed out."Exactly Luciano, he used that as an excuse so no one will ever think or suspect if he does anything. And he knows about her already, he met her at the party that night."I clenched my fist and banged the table."Hire more body guards for her and we have to get him before he does anything" he stiffly nodded. Lago Othello caused us so much pain in the past and it's time to put an end to him."One more thing Don" I raised a brow at him."I don't think Dylan Chris is entirely good" that caught my attention. "Why?" "I didn't see anything about him but from all Ava told me I think he is too good to be true"."Ava? What did she say?" I inquired."She told me about his long time feelin
I stayed at the balcony watching the peaceful bright sky filled with twinkling stars. The night breeze fanned my face and I shut my eyes enjoying the soft feeling.A hand on my shoulder made me open my eyes immediately and I stayed frozen on my spot not wanting to look back because I knew who it was and I sighed.''Luciano I told you I don't want to speak to you" I hissed out as I remembered what he did to me earlier. His hand lingered on my arm and I turned to give him a piece of my mind.He was in a pair of black sweats and matching hood, his dark hair glistening under the moon light.His gray eyes appeared lighter than usual and his lips pulled up in a smile which made my eyes narrow in confusion. When did he start smiling and why's he smiling?"Luciano i--- He chuckled and shook his head."I'm not Luciano Piccolo fiore" the voice familiar to Luciano's spoke and I furrowed my brows. "T--then who are you?" I mumbled out."That selfish jerk" he spoke under his breath."I see my foo
Pain shot through my head, a blinding white light flashing behind my eyelids. They felt heavy. I struggled, every muscle in my body protesting, and finally managed to pry them open. My vision swam, blurring the room into a hazy mess. I sat up, heart pounding. This wasn't my hotel suite. Where was I?The memories of the night flooded back, a blurred blend of images. The dinner, the champagne, the way he'd been watching me. His eyes, those dark, piercing eyes, seemed to hold a strange intensity.So Luciano really drugged me, and to think he had it planned with Ms. Aurora aggravated me more.I was about to fling back the covers and leave when the door slammed open.He stood there, a vision of raw power in his gray sweats, his chest and abs sculpted with tattoos, a dangerous, captivating display.His gaze landed on me, and a flicker of something dark passed over his usually Stoic features."I see you're awake. How are you feeling, Gem?"He climbed into the bed, his presence filling th
The building pulsed with luxury. A mix of colored lights bled from the windows, signaling the kind of party it was.My stomach churned with discomfort."Stay close to me or Arturo. Am I clear?"Ms. Aurora's voice was sharp, leaving no room for argument. I wasn't a child who needed to be told what to do and in such an arrogant manner, but the warning in her tone made me nod in compliance.Maybe there was a good reason for her vigilance.She handed me a cat-shaped mask, its intricate design both beautiful and unsettling.The driver opened the door, and I followed Ms. Aurora closely, Arturo trailing behind.We reached the entrance, and Ms. Aurora flashed her card at the bouncers, who immediately ushered us inside.My eyes twitched at the blinding disco lights, taking in the crowd.The room was filled with people in expensive outfits, and the heady scent of different cuisines made my stomach rumble.Ms. Aurora put on her mask, signaling me to do the same. A man dressed in black and white
It's been a week since I started working with Ms. Aurora, and to be honest, I regret agreeing to take on the role as a representative at Mr. Dae-Seong's request.Every day felt like a torturous exercise in patience and diplomacy—a constant battle against her arrogant attitude.I complained to Mr. Dae-Seong, but all he says is, "Be strong. That's just how she is," as if that were a sufficient excuse for her endless demands and dismissive behavior.I tried to understand, to find some redeeming quality in her actions, but it's like trying to find light in a black hole.The frustration builds, making it increasingly difficult to bite my tongue and swallow my anger. But I have to do this for Mr. Dae-Seong, for his sake, if not my own.My gaze drifts to the 110th file stacked on my desk—a mountain of paperwork I've been battling with all day.I was exhausted, my body aching from the relentless work.The best job I ever had was being Luciano's model. I received lavish perks—free spa treatmen
The taxi pulled up to the hotel and I let out a weary sigh.The day had been long and filled with unexpected twists and turns. Mrs. Aurora, the woman I'd just met, had left me with a lingering sense of unease.She reminded me of the female version of Luciano. Cold, Straight forward, and unsmiling. The image of his cold, calculating gaze when we first met filled my mind as I kicked off my heels and collapsed onto the soft bed.The buzz of my phone broke my train of thought, and I turned to grab it from my bag. Ava's name flashed on the screen, and I eagerly answered the call.Instead of being greeted by my normal, calm best friend, I was met with Kira's voice, high-pitched and ear-splitting, making me cringe."The fuck, Kira? Do you want to tear my eardrums?" I scolded, furrowing my brow."You know you don't have to be so bitchy, sis," she retorted, and I could almost hear her rolling her eyes. How we ended up sisters was a mystery I was still trying to solve."Well, I just missed yo







