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Chapter Seventy-Seven
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2026-07-11 09:57:27
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Isabella did not leave the coffee shop.She opened the door, let the strip of white afternoon light spill across the tile, then stopped with one hand on the metal handle as if she had remembered something worse than the man in the gray hoodie.I was already on my feet, purse clutched against my side, Luca’s unanswered calls burning through my phone like a guilty conscience.“What?” I asked.Isabella looked through the front window.The gray hoodie was gone.The parking lot outside looked ordinary again. A woman loaded grocery bags into the back of a minivan. A man in sunglasses argued with a parking meter. Somewhere nearby, a car alarm gave one weak chirp and stopped.Nothing dangerous.Which was exactly why my skin prickled.Isabella turned back to me.“You were supposed to leave.”The words landed strangely.Quietly.Like a glass placed too close to the edge of a table.I frowned. “Wh
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Isabella said someone paid her to come, and for one foolish second, all I could think about was how badly I wanted my coffee to still be hot.Hot coffee felt like something a normal person deserved during a conversation like this.Instead, mine sat between us in a chipped white mug, cooling under the fluorescent lights while Don D’Caputo’s daughter folded her shame into perfect posture and waited for me to understand that the floor had just shifted again.“Paid you,” I repeated.Isabella’s fingers rested on the edge of her teacup.Long fingers.Steady.No rings.“No,” she said. “Not me directly.”“That is the kind of correction people make when the answer is worse.”Her mouth curved faintly, but it did not reach her eyes. “My family received money.”I glanced toward the café window.A woman with a stroller passed out
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I met Isabella D’Caputo in a coffee shop that did not belong to Luca.That was the first requirement.Not the hospital café inside New Zenith. Not the sleek espresso bar in the Cashmere Crown. Not the place near the arts center where the barista had started writing little hearts beside my name after the children’s wing opening went viral.Somewhere ordinary.Somewhere with sticky tables, mismatched chairs, burned espresso, and a front window looking out at a strip mall with a nail salon, a tax office, and a sandwich shop that advertised three kinds of tuna like that was a reasonable amount of tuna for one building.It was not elegant.That was why I chose it.Luca would never think to look for me somewhere with fluorescent lighting and a pastry case full of muffins wrapped in plastic.Which made me feel clever for about five seconds.Then the guilt arrived.It sat across from me in the empty chair before Isabella did.I checked my phone for the fourth time.No messages from Luca.That
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Isabella confronted me before Luca could decide whether to protect me from the truth or let me stand inside it.She had arrived as Marisol Vega.That was the name she gave the lobby, the cameras, and the security team.But the file Brian had pulled in the frantic minutes after her arrival showed another name hidden under old school records, sealed estate notes, and a birth certificate no one had been meant to find easily.Isabella D’Caputo.Don’s daughter.She waited until Brian stepped away to secure the conference room and Luca turned to give a low instruction to one of his guards. Then she moved.Not toward him.Toward me.She crossed the marble lobby with the smooth confidence of a woman who had learned never to hurry in expensive shoes. Up close, she smelled faintly of jasmine and cold air, the kind of perfume that felt less like something pretty and more like a warning.“Miss Vale,” she said.Luca’s head turned immediately.Of course it did.Isabella noticed.Her mouth curved, b
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Don D’Caputo’s daughter arrived in New Zenith wearing white.That was the first thing I noticed.Not her face, though it was striking.Not the security detail behind her, though Brian’s expression sharpened the second he saw them.Not even Luca, who went so still beside me that the air seemed to recognize him before I did.White.A tailored white suit, sharp at the shoulders, soft at the waist, with gold buttons that caught the afternoon light pouring through the glass lobby of the medical campus. She looked like she had stepped out of a courtroom, a fashion editorial, and a crime family portrait all at once.Elegant.Composed.Untouchable.Nothing about her looked like Don D’Caputo.That made her more frightening.Don had carried danger like a stain. From what little I remembered of him, he had been the kind of man who made a room feel dirty simply by entering it.His
The Billionaire's Showgirl Chapter Eighty-Seven
Brian looked as though Luca had accused him of stealing the casino.Not money.Not documents.Not confidential security access.The casino itself.His posture, usually so composed it bordered on inhuman, went rigid beside the desk. The folder between us sat open to the property map, red parcel lines cutting through New Zenith like old scars.“Behind your back?” Brian repeated.Luca stood in the doorway, one hand still on the handle, his suit jacket unbuttoned and his expression carved into that terrifying calm he wore when every polite option inside him had already died.“Yes.”Brian blinked once.It was the closest I had ever seen him come to panic.“I was providing Miss Vale with relevant records.”“You were providing my fiancée with relevant records in a closed office while I was downstairs with police.”Brian’s mouth opened.
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His body froze against mine."What did you say?" Luca's voice lost its silk and became steel. Every word came out precise and controlled, as every word was deciding my fate. I hooked my feet together behind him, keeping him close to me while I spoke. "I know what you did last night, Luca," I wh
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