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45: The Tension That Always Existed
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2025-04-08 07:00:05It was the fourth day of their honeymoon, but they had barely stepped outside.
Maria was exhausted most of the time, constantly drowsy or nauseous, and Luca didn’t mind in the slightest. He preferred having her in bed, tucked under the thick blankets of the warm cabin, safe and within reach.The doctor had confirmed she was four weeks pregnant, and since then, Luca had become utterly obsessed with Maria’s well-being—more than usual, which was saying a lot.He wouldn’t even let her carry a water bottle on her own.Now, Maria lay curled on her side, half-asleep, while Luca propped himself up on one elbow, staring at her stomach like it held the secrets of the universe.His large palm rested protectively over her belly, and Maria, with her eyes barely open, muttered, “You’re obsessing over me.”Luca scoffed. “You act like it’s new. I’ve always been obsessed with you.”Maria chuckled sleepily, rubbing at her fac
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THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 46: The Underground Chamber
The underground chamber was colder than it should have been, the walls thick with age and reinforced with layers of security that no one would dare breach. The room itself was decadence woven into power—an unsettling mix of old money and ruthless efficiency. The chandelier hanging above the long mahogany table wasn’t made of crystal or glass but of bones—fossilized fragments of creatures long extinct.Twelve men sat around the table, their expressions carved from stone. These weren’t politicians who played at power in the public eye. No, these were the architects of the world’s balance, the men whose hands turned the unseen gears that dictated the rise and fall of markets, governments, and even history itself.At the head of the table sat the Scar-Faced Man.His left cheek bore three jagged scars, twisting the flesh as if melted by fire. His left eye was milky, clouded over by an old injury, but his right was keen, calculating
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-04-08THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 47: The Tides Of Power
"Tragedy strikes the business and scientific community today as renowned researcher and entrepreneur Orien De Link was killed in what authorities are calling a horrific accident."The news anchor, a perfectly poised woman with icy blonde hair, delivered the report with carefully rehearsed concern. Behind her, a looping video of the mangled remains of a sleek black vehicle flashed on the screen. The front end was crushed beyond recognition, the windshield reduced to jagged fragments. Emergency responders swarmed the scene, but it was clear—Orien had never stood a chance."According to preliminary reports, Orien’s car suffered an unexpected brake failure while he was en route to a private meeting. Witnesses say the vehicle veered off the highway, colliding head-on with a retaining wall. Despite immediate response efforts, he was pronounced dead at the scene. Authorities have yet to release an official statement regarding foul play, though speculation continues to grow given Orien’s ext
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-04-09THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 48: Power Moves
The hum of the private jet was a low, steady purr as it cut through the sky, carrying them back to Hay Port. The honeymoon was officially over, though Maria had been the one to end it early. She hadn’t seen the point of dragging it out—she was pregnant, and all she’d done was spend her time in bed, too tired to do much else. If that was the case, she might as well get back to work before she became too heavy to move around. Gina sat across from them, typing away on her tablet, her sharp eyes focused on whatever report she was compiling. She was dressed in a sleek, navy-blue jumpsuit that hugged her figure, paired with black ankle boots. A silver watch adorned her wrist, catching the light every time she flicked through her notes. Her bobbed hair, jet black and perfectly styled, barely moved as she worked, her posture straight and unwavering. Maria was curled up in Luca’s arms, tucked against his chest as his lips brushed over her hair. His warmth seeped into her, grounding her
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-04-09THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 49: The Price Of Loyalty
Maria leaned back in her chair, fingers drumming lightly against the smooth glass surface of her desk. The weight of responsibility never truly left her shoulders, but today, it pressed down a little heavier. She needed two assistants—one to help with A√ancii, and another to help her manage the HR division of SpitFire Technologies. Both roles were equally demanding, requiring people who were sharp, efficient, and, above all, trustworthy.She exhaled, tilting her head slightly as she thought about everything she had already accomplished. The SpitFire penthouse was her idea—one of the first major changes she had implemented as CHRO. Housing in Hay Port was expensive, and she had seen firsthand how employees struggled to keep up with rent while working long hours. Some lived far from the headquarters, and their daily commute often resulted in tardiness, exhaustion, and reduced productivity. It had been a problem no one had taken seriously, but Maria had.The penthouse changed everyth
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-04-10THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 50: The Firestorm
Maria sat frozen in the hospital hallway, her fingers trembling as she stared at her hands. Gina’s blood had dried in streaks across her palms, dark and crusted against her skin. No matter how many times she wiped them against her skirt, the sensation wouldn’t leave.The scent of antiseptic filled her nose, but beneath it, she could still smell the metallic tang of blood. It clung to her, to her clothes, to her skin.She had never felt so helpless.The bright fluorescent lights overhead buzzed softly, the only sound in the eerily quiet corridor. Nurses moved in and out of rooms, their voices hushed, their steps careful. The world continued around her, but Maria felt stuck in place, unable to breathe, unable to move.Gina was in surgery.She had been rushed into the emergency operating room almost the moment they arrived, doctors and nurses working frantically to stabilize her before she was wheeled away. Maria had barely caught a glimpse of her face—pale, lifeless, her body unnatur
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-04-10THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 51: The Devil's Verdict
Luca had been nineteen when he found her.Back then, he was already making a name for himself in Hay Port’s underworld. A rising star in the mafia, one of the best hitmen they had, feared for his efficiency, respected for his brutality. He was young, too young to have as much blood on his hands as he did, but he had been climbing the ranks steadily, determined to carve a place for himself.Determined to find her.Maria.He had spent every spare moment searching for her, following trails that led to dead ends, chasing whispers that always faded before he could reach them. He had no family, no roots, nothing except the memory of the girl he had sworn to protect.And then, in the middle of all that chaos, he met Gina.That night had been another routine job—accompanying his boss, the second-in-command of Hay Port’s mafia, to an underground auction. It was nothing unusual. These men bought and sold everything: drugs, weapons, secrets. And people.Luca had been standing just behind his bo
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-04-11THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 52: Falling Empire
Edwards Kale sat in his office, gripping the arms of his chair so tightly his knuckles turned white. The muted hum of the city outside did nothing to drown out the chaos storming inside his head. His wife was dead. His company was unraveling. And everywhere he turned, Luca Avancii's shadow loomed over him like a damn executioner.He knew Luca did it.Grace was a lot of things-jealous, possessive, reckless-but she wasn't stupid. She wouldn't have taken a knife to Luca's secretary without thinking she could walk away unscathed. But now she was gone. Shot dead in a police cell, with no evidence, no witnesses, and no trail leading back to her killer. The security cameras had conveniently gone into a system upgrade overnight, and there wasn't a single damn guard with a straight answer.It was Luca.But how?How much power did Luca Avancii actually have?A knock on the door shattered his thoughts. Edwards clenched his jaw, already knowing who it was before the man stepped inside."Mr. K
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-04-11THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 53: Desk Duties
Luca’s hands gripped Maria’s waist as he lifted her onto the edge of her desk, his touch firm, commanding. His dark eyes drank her in, filled with an insatiable hunger.“You look good like this,” he murmured, sliding his hands up her thighs, pushing her dress higher. His fingers brushed over the small swell of her stomach, pausing there, possessive. “Full of me.”Maria exhaled, her breath uneven. “You’re staring again.”Luca smirked, fingers slipping between her legs, teasing the damp heat beneath. “Damn right, I am. You’re carrying my child, Marie.” His voice dropped, a rough, possessive rasp. “Do you know how fucking hot that is?”Maria shivered, gasping softly as he stroked her slowly, deliberately. “Luca—”“Shh.” His fingers curled, rubbing her just right, making her body tense. “I want to feel how much you need me.”She let out a breathless moan, hips shifting against his hand.Luca groaned, leaning in, his lips bru
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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
