LOGINLORENZO'S POVThe drive away from my grandfather's estate was painfully quiet.The convoy moved ahead of us while another SUV followed behind.Inside the car, it was silent.Isabella sat beside me, her hands folded neatly in her lap as she stared out the passenger window.She hadn't spoken since we left, nor had I.I kept my eyes on the road, but my mind refused to leave the events at Grandfather's house.The image of Bianca standing over Isabella.The look on Isabella's face.The fact that she had walked straight into a room where she had no idea who might be waiting for her.The tighter I gripped the steering wheel, the harder it became to ignore the anger building inside me.Finally....... It snapped."What the hell were you thinking?"She turned sharply to look at me."What?""What were you thinking?" Her brows knitted together."This is because I left the estate?""No," The word came out louder than I intended.She frowned."Then what is this about?"I let out a short, humorless
LORENZO'S POVThe meeting should have ended twenty minutes ago.Instead, three captains were still arguing over shipping routes while Damiano stood beside me, quietly checking his phone every few minutes.Checking the security reports, and routine, everything was fine until his expression changed.He looked up."The detail assigned to Mrs. De Luca just checked in."I didn't look away from the documents in front of me."And?""Mrs. De Luca left the estate." my pen paused."With Vittoria." that explained enough."Destination?""Manhattan." I nodded once. "Security?""They're with them." I returned to the file."Good."The meeting continued, at least it tried to but ten minutes later, Damiano's phone vibrated again.He frowned this time."What is it?""The convoy changed route."I looked up immediately. "Why?""They've stopped at Chairman Alessandro's residence." I went silent and closed the file instantly. Every man around the table noticed.Damiano already knew what I was thinking."I
I followed Vittoria through the grand entrance hall, my footsteps echoing softly against the marble floor.Every portrait that lined the walls seemed to watch us pass.Generations of De Lucas, powerful men, people who had belonged here, and no matter how I looked at it I wasn't one of them.The drawing room doors stood open, as soon as we stepped inside, the conversation stopped.Three pairs of eyes turned toward us.Alessandro De Luca sat in an armchair near the fireplace, a newspaper folded neatly on the table beside him.Alfonso occupied the sofa opposite him, a cup of espresso resting in his hand.Bianca lounged comfortably beside her father.The first thing I noticed wasn't the silence.It was the way Bianca's smile disappeared the moment she saw me.Vittoria, completely unfazed, smiled brightly."I know exactly what you're all thinking."Alessandro raised an eyebrow."Do you?""I forgot my second phone." Alfonso chuckled."I wondered how long it would take before you noticed."
The lockdown was beginning to wear on me.Days had blurred into one another until I could no longer tell whether I was restless because I was trapped, or because I had grown used to looking over my shoulder for someone who was never there.Lorenzo had left before sunrise, again.The mansion felt too quiet without him.I had settled into the library with a novel, determined to lose myself in someone else's world, when a knock interrupted me.Before I could answer, the door swung open."Vittoria."She leaned against the doorframe wearing oversized sunglasses, a cream blouse tucked into loose trousers, and the kind of smile that usually meant trouble."There you are," she said.With surprise written all over me, I lowered my book,"I've been looking everywhere for you." I didn't hear her car drive in, so how?"I'm impressed," I replied. "The mansion isn't exactly small."She ignored the comment."Get dressed."I frowned."For what?""We're going shopping."I blinked, surprised."...Shopp
The mansion was unusually quiet when I came downstairs.Sunlight poured through the tall windows, bathing the dining room in a warm glow that should have felt comforting.I had spent nearly an hour convincing myself to leave my room after everything that had happened yesterday.I slowed at the doorway, when I noticed Lorenzo's chair was empty.I should have been relieved but for some crazy reason, I frowned.For as long as I'd known him, Lorenzo was always the first person awake.Whether he had slept for three hours or eight, breakfast found him already dressed, already working, a newspaper in one hand and a file in the other.Today, there was nothing, no newspaper, no coffee, and definitely no Lorenzo.Had he already left? I asked myself and a strange disappointment settled somewhere deep inside me before I could stop it.I frowned harder.What was wrong with me?Wasn't this what I wanted?A morning without awkward conversations.Without those piercing gray eyes noticing everything I
The convoy came to a stop beneath my window.I should have stepped away. Instead, I remained where I was, my fingers curled around the edge of the curtain as I watched him walk towards the mansion. Damiano trailed behind him with a phone pressed to his ear, already speaking in clipped, efficient sentences.Even after everything that had happened, work hadn't stopped, nor had the De Luca empire.Relief settled in my chest before I could stop it.I hated that.He looked exhausted.But stopped and gave three short orders, nodded once, and headed toward the house.I finally let the curtain fall.What was I doing?I turned away from the window, determined to go back to my bed and forget the strange knot that had settled in my chest.I found myself heading to my bedroom door.Then I stopped.Before I could talk myself out of it, my feet were already carrying me into the hallway.I told myself I only wanted to make sure he'd made it inside, nothing more.When I reached the landing, I looke
Every second that went by tightened around my neck like a leash. I knew I was nothing but a whore to him, but Lorenzo De Luca is a possessive bastard, he wouldn't want me gone either.I tried recalling what had transpired between us and that was when it hit me.That bastard was too calm when I spok
I paced the cracked tiles of the abandoned warehouse, clutching the burner phone so tightly in my hands that the cheap plastic creaked. The air smelled of rust and mold, a sharp contrast to the luxury I had enjoyed these past two years. It was exactly 2:00 am when I made the call, I knew he would
TWO YEARS AGO The first morning at the De Luca's mansion, I refused breakfast out of pride.The second morning, I refused it out of anger.By the third day, I refused it because I had already come too far to stop.The tray sat untouched on the small table beside the window.Fresh fruit, toast, cof
TWO YEARS AGO It was 3 a.m. when they came for me.Not even a warning knock. Not even the courtesy of footsteps in the hallway that might have given me time to pretend I wasn’t afraid.The door slammed open instead.“Get up.”Alberto’s voice came first. My fathers Consgliere He wasn't loud like my





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