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Chapter 6

Auteur: Mrs Mena
last update Date de publication: 2026-06-15 17:07:35
TWO YEARS AGO

I didn't plan to run.

That's what I keep telling myself, even as my bare feet press against the cold floor of the hallway. That it wasn't a decision. Not really. Just pressure—three days of it—building behind my ribs until something had to give.

Three days without food.

My father's expressionless face when he handed me over, like I was a debt finally settled.

Lorenzo's voice in that first conversation, cold as winter glass, said, "Your father gave you away before I even t
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  • THE DE LUCA BARGAIN    Chapter 37

    ISABELLA'S POVI barely slept a wink last night, every time I closed my eyes, I found myself back in the sitting room.All I could think of was his hand around mine, and the kiss.I turned over for what felt like the hundredth time before finally giving up.The first rays of morning filtered through the curtains as I climbed out of bed.Perhaps if I reached the dining room early enough, I could avoid him altogether. I thought to myself.It was a foolish hope, the moment I stepped inside, I saw him.Lorenzo sat at the head of the table, already dressed for the day. A newspaper lay open before him, though judging by the untouched coffee beside his hand, he hadn't read a single page.He looked up the instant I entered.Our eyes met, for one suspended moment, neither of us moved.Then, almost simultaneously, we looked away."Good morning," I murmured and cleared my throat."Morning." That was all he said.I took my usual seat, deliberately leaving an empty chair between us.A maid stepped

  • THE DE LUCA BARGAIN    Chapter 36

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  • THE DE LUCA BARGAIN    Chapter 35

    LORENZO'S POVI had barely touched the coffee growing cold on my desk when a knock sounded against the study door."Come in," I said standing close to the window.Seeing Damiano step inside, I went to sit down.But something about him seemed off, he looked different, and too composed.Whenever he looked that calm, it usually meant something was about to go down."We found him." He said the minute he came close.The room suddenly became cold, I slowly lifted my head."Where?" I asked him."Caffè Bellini."I stared at him."He isn't hiding?"Damiano shook his head."No."Silence stretched between us.It felt almost as if he wanted me to understand what that meant before he said anything else, for some reason. "He's been sitting there for nearly an hour.""He hasn't tried to leave."I leaned back in my chair, of course he hadn't.Francesco wasn't waiting for an opportunity, he was waiting for me.As if he could read my mind, Damiano folded his arms."It could be a trap."A humorless smi

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    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

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