LOGINLina’s POVI just couldn’t wrap my head around everything that was unfolding this morning.“Lina, are you okay?” Nico asked as he switched off the gas, turning his full attention to me.“Nico, I… I… I…” My words failed me as tears began to fall. How is this even possible? I thought bitterly.I sank onto a nearby stool, sobbing uncontrollably.“Lina, Lina… whoa—what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” he asked, confusion settling across his face.He had no idea what to do. I didn’t answer him either.Why was I even crying for a man like him? For Carlino?Isn’t this what I always wanted? To leave him and raise our—no, my kids—on my own? Now that I’ve achieved it… why does it hurt this much? Why can’t I just live carefree like I used to? Why…?I shot up abruptly. “I… I need to—no…”I ran out of the building, Nico’s voice calling after me to stop, but I didn’t. How could I?If anyone asked why I was crying, what would I even say? That I was crying over a man I was once traded to… even after lea
Lina’s POVI turned on the bed, my eyes still closed, yet I was conscious enough to know I was awake. A dull pounding throbbed through my head, each pulse echoing like a ticking clock in my ears—slow, heavy, relentless. It felt like something was knocking from the inside, demanding attention I wasn’t ready to give.I shifted restlessly, turning from side to side, searching for a position that didn’t make the pain worse. Light streamed harshly against my eyelids, bright and unforgiving, forcing them tighter shut. Even through the darkness, it burned. With a faint groan, I rolled to the other side, pulling the duvet slightly over my face as if that would block it out.Slowly, hesitantly, I opened my eyes.Everything was blurry.The ceiling above me wavered, spinning slightly before settling into place. My head felt unbearably heavy, like it didn’t belong to me, like it was too much to hold upright. The pain pressed down like a weight I couldn’t lift, suffocating and constant.Still, I f
Lina’s POV I needed to feel him, badly. I didn't just want you him to be close, but I want to really feel him. His warmth was right there, his body so close to mine, yet he just looked at me with those calm, steady eyes.How can he be this calm?My thoughts wouldn’t stop. He didn’t look like he wanted me the way I wanted him. Not even a hint. Has he changed? Did he not love me the same anymore?The questions kept looping in my head, making everything feel heavier.I forced myself to sit up, even though my head felt light. The room tilted slightly, but I ignored it and spoke.“Carlino…”“Yes, Tesoro?” he answered immediately, his full attention on me.I hesitated, but then said it anyway. “Don’t you want me anymore?”The words came out weak, almost slurred. “I… I…”I didn’t get to finish.His lips crashed into mine.The kiss wasn’t soft, it was intense, hungry, like he’d been holding back for too long. His hands moved quickly, unbuttoning my shirt, his fingers brushing my skin. I didn
Lina’s POVHe didn’t reply.Not a single word.And somehow, that silence felt louder than anything he could have said.“I think you’re Carlino,” I murmured, my words slipping over each other as he steadied me. My fingers curled into his shirt like I needed something solid to prove he was real. “You are, aren’t you?”The world tilted again, but his grip didn’t loosen. If anything, it tightened—firm, unyielding, like he wasn’t going to let me fall no matter how much I tried to.“Where are you taking me to, Carlino?” I asked, blinking up at him. My vision blurred at the edges, but his face… his face stayed frustratingly clear. “Huh? You think I don’t know?”No response.Just that same unreadable expression. That same quiet presence.“My heart tells me you’re Carlino,” I went on, my voice softening, cracking in places I couldn’t control. “And I love you. My heart can’t lie to me. It won’t lie to me.”A laugh burst out of me suddenly, too loud, too sharp. It echoed weirdly in my own ears,
Lina’s POV A week. Seven full days. And somehow, life had the audacity to feel… normal. Orders came in on time. The clients were satisfied. My team didn’t mess up any major event. The office smelled like fresh prints and brewed coffee instead of stress and panic. I sat behind my desk, flipping through a finalized event layout, barely reading the words in front of me. My pen tapped lightly against the paper—once, twice, three times—until even that small sound started to irritate me. Because my mind wasn’t here. It hadn’t been for a week. A shadow moved behind the frosted glass door. My hand stilled. It was subtle. Just a shift. A figure passing by. But something in my chest tightened instantly, like a string being pulled too hard. Slowly, I lifted my head. Another shadow. Closer this time. My pulse spiked. No… it couldn’t be— The door opened. And everything inside me dropped. Him. Ace like he claimed his name was. Standing there like he belonged. Like he hadn’t unknowi
Lina’s POVI couldn’t move.I just stood there, staring at him like if I blinked too hard, he would disappear—or worse still, change into someone else entirely. It didn’t make sense. Nothing about it made sense. The resemblance wasn’t just close. It wasn’t similar. It wasn’t coincidence.It was exact.My chest rose sharply, but the air didn’t feel like it was reaching my lungs.The two men were talking—voices low, casual—but their words barely registered. It sounded distant, like they were speaking from the other end of a tunnel.All I could see…Was him.That face.That same face I had memorized years ago.“Excuse me, ma’am—”A hand touched my forearm.I snapped. “Don’t fucking touch me.” My voice came out sharp, edged with something raw. My arm jerked away like his skin had burned me.The man froze immediately, both hands shooting up in surrender.“Woah… okay,” he said quickly, eyebrows lifting. “I didn’t mean any harm. I was just asking—”“You can ask,” I cut in, my voice tight, m
Lina’s POVThe halls smelled faintly of polish and cold air, the kind that seemed to settle over power like a second skin. Guards walked past silently, their eyes flicking toward me, unreadable. Some lingered a second too long, then looked away. The air felt heavier than usual, as though
Lina’s POVThe meeting room was colder than the rest of the house. Not in temperature. In feeling. Men filled the long table, their suits dark, their expressions darker. Conversations died as I stepped in beside Carlino. Not because I was important. Because I was unexpected.
Lina’s POV Punishment in this house never arrived screaming. It came neat. Silent. Calculated. Like him.I knew I’d crossed a line at dinner the night before. I just didn’t think the line would bleed this much. It happened after the wine was poured and the men started
The sun crept from behind a veil of thin morning clouds, pale gold light spilling across the room. It slipped through the narrow gaps in the window panels and struck my hand where it lay above the covers, warm and intrusive.I turned away with a quiet groan, dragging the blanket with me to the cool







