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20: Mrs. Avancii, The World Is Watching
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THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 21: A Name On Every Tongue
The evening sky stretched wide, painted in strokes of burnt orange and dusky lavender, with wisps of clouds drifting lazily across the heavens. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth, carrying the lingering warmth of the sun as a cool breeze whispered through the vast estate.Cicadas hummed in the distance, their rhythmic song blending with the occasional rustling of leaves. The golden light of the setting sun bathed everything in a soft, dreamlike glow, making the fields look like something out of a painting.Maria stood in the middle of it all, barefoot, her toes sinking into the slightly damp soil as she watered her land. She was dressed in a flowy, off-shoulder sundress, the fabric clinging to her form whenever the wind picked up. Stray strands of hair fell from her bun, sticking to her damp skin as she focused on her task, the spray of water arcing from the hose in her hand, drenching the rows of thriving plants
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-23THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 22: Where You Belong
Maria tried to lose herself in the words on the page, but they blurred together, her mind refusing to focus.She wasn’t sure how long she sat there, curled up on the plush armchair near the grand window, staring at a book she wasn’t reading. The soft hum of the television from the other room still carried through the walls, Luca’s deep chuckle mixing with the voices of reporters dissecting their engagement like it was a national event.She sighed, dragging a hand through her loose curls.The scent of leather-bound books and aged paper surrounded her, usually a comfort. This library was her escape, a place where the outside world couldn’t reach her. But tonight, it wasn’t enough. Maybe she was feeling like this because Edwards had always kept her hidden, kept her from the world. Edwards rarely took her out and always preferred home dates, but not even a month with Luca and he already made her the center of attention.
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-24THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 23: Shadows Of The Past
The bedroom was quiet except for the soft rustle of pages as Maria absently turned them, her mind elsewhere.The earlier laughter had faded, leaving only the weight of everything that had been left unsaid. She curled her knees to her chest on the oversized chair, her thoughts tangled with Luca’s words.She had barely noticed when he slipped into the room, but she wasn’t surprised either. Luca never really let her sit with her thoughts for too long, not when he could see them wearing her down."Can’t sleep?" he asked, his voice softer now, stripped of its usual teasing edge.Maria exhaled, shaking her head. "Not really."Luca hummed in understanding before dropping into the armchair across from her. He didn’t press her to talk, didn’t push. He just sat there, elbows resting on his knees, watching her.After a long stretch of silence, Maria spoke. "Tell me about you and Johan."Luca blinked, and for a moment, she thought h
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-25THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 24: The Hunt Begins
The deep purr of the engine filled the quiet morning air as Luca Avancii maneuvered his sleek, obsidian-black SpitFire Phantom through the city streets. The custom-made car, a masterpiece of power and precision, reflected his personality—elegant, dangerous, and utterly dominant. Its dark-tinted windows shielded him from prying eyes, but nothing could hide the commanding presence that radiated from the vehicle itself.Behind him, a convoy of three SpitFire Enforcers, matte black with bulletproof glass and reinforced frames, trailed closely. Each vehicle housed his bodyguards, men dressed in fitted black suits and identical dark shades, their expressions unreadable. Their very presence was a warning—anyone who dared to get too close would regret it.Inside his car, Luca had a phone pressed to his ear, his grip tightening around the leather-wrapped steering wheel."We found the car that hit your wife," the voice on the other end
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-26THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 25: Rumor Mill
By mid-afternoon, the internet was in chaos. News outlets, gossip blogs, and social media were flooded with a new headline: "Model Cherry Gold: The Woman Who Stole Luca Avancii’s Heart?" For years, Luca Avancii had been one of the most sought-after bachelors in the country. Powerful, wealthy, and notoriously private, he had never been linked to any woman. No dating scandals, no rumored fiancées, no whispers of a secret romance. Until now. The article claimed that Cherry Gold—a rising model who had done a few ads for SpitFire Autos—was his soon-to-be wife. Photos of Cherry attending company events, promotional shoots featuring her draped over SpitFire’s sleekest cars, and an old image of her laughing beside Luca were plastered everywhere. Speculation exploded. Had Luca been hiding a relationship all this time? Was Cherry the reason he never entertained romantic pursuits? Some fans were ecstatic, thrilled that their beloved Cherry had seemingly tamed the untouchable bu
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-26THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 26: Predator Amongst Sheep
It was the third day of the week—Wednesday, a day Luca usually found predictable. But today was different. Before heading to work, he had already informed Maria that he’d be home late. "Don’t wait up for me," he had said. "I’ve got an auction to attend." She hadn’t argued, only nodding as she curled up with a book on the couch. He had watched her for a moment—barefoot, wearing one of his shirts, looking utterly at ease. His wife wasn’t the type to chase after attention, nor did she seem to care about the world’s growing curiosity about her identity. That was fine with him. By the time he arrived at SpitFire Autos’ headquarters, the office was already buzzing. The moment he walked in, Gina was waiting. Dressed impeccably as always, she sat in one of the chairs in his office, sipping coffee. She looked up as soon as he stepped inside. “Good morning, Mr. Avancii.” Luca gave her a small nod, shrugging off his coat. “Morning, Gina. Stats.” She wasted no time. “Custom orders have
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-26THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 27: Late Night Comfort
The estate was silent. Not the kind of silence that came with unease but the calm, undisturbed hush of the night, blanketing everything in stillness. It was nearly 1 AM when Luca finally pulled into the long driveway, his car slipping past the towering gates with ease.The prototype was secure, locked away in one of his hidden warehouses—untouched, untraceable, his. He had made sure of it.Now, he was home.As he stepped inside, the air was warm, carrying the faint, comforting scent of vanilla and something uniquely Maria. The security lights outside cast long shadows through the halls, but inside, the mansion was steeped in darkness, except for the soft golden glow spilling from their bedroom.Luca entered soundlessly, his body moving with the predatory grace that came naturally to him. The tension in his muscles should have still been there after the night’s events—the hunt, the kill, securing what was his
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-27THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 28: The Grand Reveal
The massive conference hall of SpitFire Autos buzzed with barely restrained speculation. The city's most influential business reporters, top investors, and corporate elites filled the room, their eyes trained on the empty stage.No one knew exactly why they had been summoned—only that Luca Avancii himself had called for this meeting. That alone meant whatever was about to happen would be monumental.Cameras flashed, pens scratched against notepads, and hushed whispers spread like wildfire."Is it an acquisition?" someone muttered."Maybe an expansion," another guessed."He’s never done a press conference like this before," a third voice chimed in, eyes narrowed with intrigue.The uncertainty made the anticipation unbearable.And then, the doors at the front of the room swung open.Luca Avancii was a man who commanded attention without asking for it.Dressed in a sharply tailored black suit, he
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-28
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THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 81: Where Power Wears A Smile
The docks were a blend of rustic charm and rugged elegance, the wooden piers weathered with years of use. Boats of various sizes bobbed gently on the water, their sails filled with the coastal breeze, creating a quiet rhythm as the waves lapped against the stone and wood. The air was thick with the scent of saltwater, a subtle reminder of the vast ocean beyond the island.The horizon stretched out in a wide arc, where the deep blue of the ocean met the sky in an endless line. The island felt like a place suspended in time, a realm apart from the rest of the world.Luca’s arm tightened around Maria’s waist, pulling her closer as he leaned in, his voice a low murmur against her ear. “Behave, unless you want to be punished again.”Maria simply nodded, her heart racing as she tried to hold her composure. This was a new world for her, a world of power and danger that she barely understood. She had to play her part, not just for herself, but
THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 80: The Beginning Of The End
The day after Maria’s spa treatment, the tabloids exploded. The world couldn’t stop talking about her. Every moment captured by the paparazzi had its own headline. A multitude of pictures flooded the internet—Maria at the spa, her baby bump glowing in the soft, golden light of the afternoon; Maria sitting at the café, croissant halfway to her lips, sunglasses hiding her frustration. The world was obsessed, speculating, questioning every move she made.Headlines screamed:“Maria Avancii’s Baby Bump: The Real Reason She's Staying Out of the Spotlight?”“Maria Avancii’s Health: Why the Pregnant Wife of Luca Avancii Has Become a Rare Sight”“Is Maria’s Condition Keeping Her From Her Empire? A Glimpse into the Struggles of Pregnancy in the Spotlight”“Baggy Clothes: The New Trend Maria Avancii is Bringing into Fashion”Meanwhile, a different scene unfolded in Edwards Kale’s penthouse. Alone and furious, Edwards sta
THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 79: Unexpected Alliances
The early morning air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of earthy tones.Luca stood on the balcony, the city stretching far away from him in a haze of artificial lights and the fading darkness of dawn. A cigarette burned between his fingers, the embers glowing each time he took a slow drag.He hadn't slept well.Maria’s disobedience troubled him, the memory of her soft cries and stubborn glare gnawing at his chest like a dull, constant ache. His body remembered the feel of her, hot and trembling beneath him, even as his mind waged a war he couldn’t name.Luca exhaled a curl of smoke into the cold air.Inside, he could hear the faint shuffle of sheets. He turned his head slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse: Maria curled beneath the cotton duvet, her baby bump a tender curve even under layers of fabric. A picture of innocence. Fragile. His.His phone vibrated in his pocket, cutting through the silenc
THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 78: Tears And Tethers
First round had been punishment — this was pleasure, wicked and indulgent, tangled with the remnants of anger he hadn't quite managed to shake.Luca couldn’t stay mad at her forever. No matter how much Maria defied him, no matter how she pushed and tested — she was his. Always his. His anger melted into something darker now, something possessive and hungry.His gaze pinned her down, unreadable, heavy.Then he leaned in, slow, deliberate, his breath a sinful caress against the shell of her ear. His lips barely grazed her skin when he whispered, low and vicious,“Keep crying for me.”The words dragged along her spine like silk and steel, a cruel promise and a dark demand wrapped into one.Maria whimpered, fresh tears brimming in her eyes. The saltwater clung to her lashes, trembling, before spilling down hot onto her flushed cheeks. Her thighs trembled from the effort to stay open, vulnerable beneath him, but she didn’t dare move. Could
THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 77: A Lesson In Defiance
Maria crawled onto the bed, her breath shallow, her heart hammering against her ribs as Luca’s dark gaze pinned her in place. The room was thick with tension — the kind that made the air itself feel heavier.“Middle of the bed,” he said, voice low, dangerous.She obeyed instantly, moving to the center of the cool sheets. Her body was taut, strung tight with anticipation, her pulse skittering wildly beneath her skin.Luca stood against the dresser, shirtless, his sculpted chest rising and falling slowly. In one hand, his phone; in the other, a belt, the leather flexing menacingly between his fingers. The dim light carved hard shadows across his body, highlighting every muscle, every ruthless line.The phone rang once. Twice. A sharp click as the call connected.“Voss,” he said, his tone clipped and cold.Maria's stomach twisted.No.She pushed up onto her knees, desperation creeping into her voice. “Luca, please—”
THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 76: Bound By Consequences
Luca rolled his eyes before speaking in a clipped, almost bored tone. “Take your ass back to Domus Vossus, Alexei, before Voss ruins the whole country down looking for you.”Maria opened her mouth to interject, but before she could get a word out, Luca’s sharp glare snapped to her.“Stay out of it,” he bit out, voice as sharp as a blade.Maria flinched at the coldness in his tone. Her lips pressed together, the urge to argue bubbling in her chest, but she forced herself to swallow it. Luca was rarely this outright harsh with her, and if he was, it meant the situation was far worse than she initially thought.He exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face before muttering, “Eat dinner before you leave, Alexei.”Maria watched the tension in Luca’s frame as he poured himself a drink. His fingers gripped the glass too tightly, the muscles in his forearm flexing as he took a slow sip. It was a silent warning—one she ignored.Later i
THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 75: Familiar Stranger
Maria adjusted the strap of her handbag and cradled her belly as she stepped out of the museum. The cool evening air greeted her, mingling with the faint scent of old parchment and polished wood that still clung to her senses. She had spent the last few hours indulging in one of her new habits—shopping without checking the price tag. It was something she was still getting used to, but Luca had made it clear: she was his wife, and his wife would never want for anything.Her guards trailed behind her, arms laden with bags filled with delicate artifacts and paintings she had acquired on impulse. They weren’t just purchases; they were pieces of history, stories carved into stone and woven into canvas, each one adding to the growing collection she had started curating for their estate.Just as she was about to step into the car, a voice cut through the street noise.“Maria!”She barely turned at first, assuming it was just some overly familiar stranger or a paparazzo trying to get her a
THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 74: A Game Of Kings And Queens
When he pulled away, Maria smiled beautifully, her lips barely brushing his as she whispered, “Do I have to?”She was almost whining, a soft, breathy sound that sent a flicker of warmth down Luca’s spine.His lips quirked. She knew what she was doing.He chuckled, his fingers tightening slightly on her waist, thumb tracing the dip of her spine in slow, idle circles. “You’ll get what you want, mi reina,” he murmured, amusement laced in every syllable. “But I expect proper compensation.”Maria squealed, delighted, throwing her arms around his neck. Her warmth pressed against him, and the scent of her perfume—soft, floral, and distinctly hers—wrapped around him like a drug."Thank you."She had always known exactly how to win.Her excitement made him chuckle, a deep, indulgent sound, but before she could pull back, she added, “Oh! When can I see Gina?”Luca hummed, his lips trailing lower, brushing against the delicate shell of her ear. He felt her shiver, barely perceptible, but it was
THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 73: The Art Of Persuasion
Sitting in his study, with Maria staring at him like she always had, Luca sighed deeply. The dim glow of his desk lamp cast flickering shadows over the rich mahogany furniture, the faint scent of aged paper and leather-bound books filling the air.His fingers curled around the sleek black pen in his hand, but he barely glanced at the documents before him. Instead, his focus remained on her—the woman who had mastered the art of distraction with nothing more than a lingering gaze.“What is it?”Maria blinked, feigning innocence. Her hazel eyes gleamed with mischief, catching the light just enough to make them dance. She even tilted her head slightly—the same way she always had when she was about to manipulate him. A habit he knew too well, yet never quite managed to resist.“Nothing.”Luca exhaled through his nose, the sound sharp against the thick silence. He set his pen down with a quiet click, fingers smoothing over the fine grain of his desk before he lifted his gaze to hers.“Mire
