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24: The Hunt Begins
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2025-03-26 08:11:25The 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
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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
Last Updated : 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
Last Updated : 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
Last Updated : 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
Last Updated : 2025-03-28THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 29: The Aftermath Of Power Play
The world erupted the moment Luca’s press conference ended. Within minutes, news outlets flooded the internet with headlines:"Maria Avancii Takes Over as CHRO of SpitFire Technologies – Strategic Genius or Nepotism?""From Kale Industries to SpitFire: Maria Avancii's Unprecedented Business Move!""Luca Avancii’s Secret Weapon: How His Wife is Changing the Game."Social media was an absolute battleground.Some admired Maria’s rise, pointing out that she wasn’t just a trophy wife—she was a businesswoman who had helped build Kale Industries from the ground up. Others, however, weren’t as kind."Maria Kale... wait, no, Maria Avancii? When the hell did they get divorced??""Did Avancii steal Kale's woman? Or was she always cheating on Edwards with him?""So let me get this straight—Maria was Kale’s right hand for years, then suddenly she’s his competition? That’s not suspicious at all.""This slut really slept her way to the top. F
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The moment Maria settled into her new office, Luca glanced at his watch. His sharp eyes met hers as he adjusted the cuffs of his suit.“I have a meeting upstairs,” he said, his voice smooth yet commanding. “Call me if you need anything.”Maria smirked, leaning against her desk. “I’ll be fine, Luca. It’s my domain now.”Luca chuckled, stepping closer. His fingers briefly brushed over her wrist—a silent message of support—before he turned and strode out. The office doors shut behind him, leaving Maria in the silence of her new kingdom.But the quiet didn’t last long.A polite knock sounded before the doors opened, revealing two men who exuded authority in their own right.One of them, a man in his early fifties with salt-and-pepper hair slicked back, stepped forward with a confident stride. His navy-blue suit was impeccably tailored, silver cufflinks glinting under the light—everything about him spoke of experience and power.
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Last Updated : 2025-03-31THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 32: The Final Countdown And Build Up
Maria Kale had always been the quiet, reserved wife of Edwards Kale. Her presence at events was rare, often overshadowed by her husband's larger-than-life persona. Maria had stayed in the background, always the elegant figure beside him at galas and business functions, but rarely the center of attention. Now, everything had changed. Her name no longer echoed alongside Edwards Kale’s. Instead, Maria had made a public move that sent shockwaves through the business world—she was marrying Luca Avancii, the self-made billionaire who had risen to the top with his own ingenuity and determination. And not only was she marrying him, but she had also stepped into the role of CHRO at SpitFire Technologies, the company Luca had built from the ground up.The scandal had been immediate, and media outlets were scrambling to cover every aspect of Maria’s transition from the quiet wife of a millionaire to the wife of the powerful leader of SpitFire.
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THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 86: How To Break A King
Miles away, in a room thick with sour smoke and the metallic stench of old blood, Mikael smiled too — but it wasn’t laughter he tasted. It was war, bitter and electric on his tongue.Mikael sat at the head of the table, one hand loose around a glass he hadn't touched. His fingers tapped once, twice — a sound like a ticking clock — then stilled. Not a man's patience. A predator's.The men gathered around him were a mix of old blood and new money, each one bringing something to the table: favors, weapons, information.But tonight, it was the man seated at the far end who commanded the most attention.Edwards Kale.He looked nothing like the arrogant bastard he once was. The man who had once dared to challenge the Avancii name now sat hunched, gaunt, a shadow of pride smoldering in his ruined eyes. His hands trembled as he shoved the folder forward — like the paper itself was poisoned — then clenched them into fists against the polished wood
THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 85: Brother's Favorite Toy
Maria whimpered softly beneath him, her hips instinctively rocking back, greedy for every last flicker of sensation, every last pulse of him spilling into her.Slowly, reverently, Luca shifted, slipping an arm under her, gathering her close."Easy, mi amor," he rasped, his voice rough and sweet and filthy all at once.With aching tenderness, he coaxed her onto her side, spooning her against his chest.His cock slid deeper with the shift, drawing a broken gasp from both of them.He groaned low, forehead pressed to the nape of her neck."Fuck," he breathed.His hand splayed over her lower belly, protective, reverent, possessive.Maria trembled, overwhelmed, her hand flying down to cover his, threading their fingers together over the soft swell of her stomach."Mi esposa perfecta... madre de mi hijo..."(My perfect wife… mother of my child…)Maria turned blindly, seeking him, and he caugh
THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 84: Home Is Under You
The past two weeks had settled into a rhythm—a ridiculous, clingy, over-the-top rhythm. Maria was always on the phone. If she wasn’t calling Goodness to complain about Luca eating the last of her ginger biscuits, she was on the phone with Nune as they gossiped about Ichiro’s latest death-wish stunt. And when Mafalda finally came back after a week of complete radio silence, their group chat exploded. Maria, Nune, Alexei, and Goodness had been frantic, their messages unanswered for days, their calls going straight to voicemail. Then, as if nothing had happened, Mafalda popped back into their chat with a single message: Mafalda: I live. Relief crashed through the group chat like a tidal wave. Maria: WOMAN, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? Goodness: We were about to stage a fucking rescue mission! Nune: Is he dead? Do we need to help hide the body? Alexei: Are yo
THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 83: Love, Screaming & Something Dramatic
A few days had passed, yet it felt like mere minutes for the women.The estate, once a fortress of power and control, now stood in disarray. The grand halls, which had witnessed whispered secrets and stolen laughter, now echoed with the wails of its most beloved occupants. The very walls seemed to mourn their impending separation, shadows stretching long under the glow of the chandeliers, as if reluctant to let go of the mischief and warmth that had once filled the space.Maria, Mafalda, Nune, Alexei, and Goodness clung to one another, their arms locked in desperation as though sheer force could prevent what was inevitable. But their husbands—men who commanded entire empires, men who had the world at their feet—were wholly unimpressed by their theatrics.To them, this was inevitable.To the women, it was unbearable.Luca stood at the far end of the room, his arms crossed, cigarette burning lazily between his lips as he watched M
THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 82: Broken Knees, Broken Kings
The room was thick with the scent of tobacco and expensive cologne, the kind that settled into leather and power. It was the kind of space where fortunes were made, alliances were tested, and destruction was decided with a single word.Malachai sat at the head of the long, obsidian conference table, fingers drumming idly against the polished surface. The dim glow from the chandelier overhead cast a golden sheen across the room, reflecting off crystal glasses filled with aged whiskey.Luca, seated to his right, flicked open his lighter, the flame briefly illuminating the sharp angles of his face before he lit his cigarette. He inhaled deeply, letting the smoke coil around him like a ghost before he passed the lighter across the table to Rafael DeSantis. Rafael took it with a nod, his own cigarette already perched between his lips.Aziel Tau leaned forward, sleeves rolled up, his forearms flexing as he tapped a few keys on his t
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
