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26: Predator Amongst Sheep
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THE 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 : 2025-03-28THE 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
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-29THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 30: Establishing Authority
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.
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-30THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 31: The Weight Of Power
Maria's first day as SpitFire Technologies' Chief Human Resources Officer was anything but slow. By the time the sun climbed higher in the sky, she had already waded through an ocean of paperwork, emails, and urgent matters that demanded her attention.Her schedule was a battlefield. Before she even had a chance to settle into her new office, she was swarmed by executive reports, backlogged HR concerns, and a flood of messages from employees-some congratulating her, some testing her patience with skepticism disguised as professionalism.But she wasn't one to falter.Instead, Maria welcomed the challenge.Her morning started with back-to-back meetings, where she quickly realized how much work needed to be done. The HR department, despite being well-structured, lacked innovation. Processes were outdated, and several inefficiencies needed addressing.The HR managers and directors approached her with stiff postures, polite
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 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.
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-04-01THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 33: The Grand Preparation
The day was a masterpiece, one that seemed to have been painted in hues of gold. The sun shone down upon the sprawling estate, its warmth spilling over the pristine grounds. From the meticulously manicured lawns to the towering estate that gleamed like a fortress of wealth and ambition, everything was perfect.Today was the day that SpitFire Technologies would be unveiled to the world in all its glory.Inside, the preparations were in full swing.Maria stood in the heart of her dressing room, her hands hovering over an array of beautiful clothes displayed on golden racks. The room smelled of fresh flowers and the delicate scent of designer perfumes. Maria’s heart raced in anticipation, knowing that today would be a defining moment.She had already spent nearly two hours trying on dresses, each one more stunning than the last. The fashion designers, seamstresses, and makeup artists were busy around her, buzzi
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-04-01THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 34: The Unveiling
The grand ballroom buzzed with excitement as guests, impeccably dressed in evening gowns and tuxedos, took their seats. The lights dimmed, and a soft hum filled the air, giving way to a hushed anticipation. A spotlight flashed across the stage, illuminating a well-dressed speaker standing behind a podium. The soft clinking of glasses and low murmurs of conversation filled the room, but there was an undeniable sense that something extraordinary was about to unfold.The speaker smiled at the crowd, his charisma palpable as he grasped the microphone. The audience settled in, their eyes fixed on him."Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests, welcome to tonight’s grand event hosted by SpitFire Technologies," he began, his voice carrying effortlessly across the room. "We’re about to kick off a night full of excitement, innovation, and, of course, a few surprises!"A ripple of applause spread across the room. It was the perfect start to a night of revelry and high-profile announcements."Be
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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
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
