LOGINDiane and Luca are a loving, and inseparable, couple with dreams of starting a future and a family after college graduation. But everything shatters when Luca ends their four-year relationship to chase his ambitions of becoming a wealthy businessman, unknown to him, Diane was carrying his child. Heartbroken and alone, Diane decides to keep the pregnancy a secret from him. Five years later, they coincidentally meet at an elite charity gala where Diane is the CEO and powerhouse behind the charity. Her life is thriving without him and she is determined to keep it that way. Luca is captivated by Diane's transformation and later discovers the child she's keeping from him. He is desperate to earn a second chance and will stop at nothing to win back her heart and their child's love. But Luca isn't the only man drawn to Diane. Marko Giorgio, a wealthier and dangerously envious businessman, is willing to do whatever it takes to make Diane his woman. Can Luca overcome Marko's schemes and Diane's mistrust, or will his second chance slip through his fingers forever?
View MoreDiane The spoon hit the floor with a sharp clatter that seemed to echo through the entire apartment. Julia stared at me, her hazel eyes wide with shock, and her mouth slightly open. For a moment, she didn’t move or speak, she just stood there frozen with her hand still extended where she’d been holding the spoon. Then her expression shifted into rage. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” she said slowly, her voice dangerously quiet. “Luca fucking Bellucci is working with you? At Hope Horizons?” I winced at the curse, automatically glancing toward Anika. She was still engrossed in her cartoon, humming along, completely oblivious to the tension crackling through the kitchen. “Julia—” “How could you let that happen?” Her voice rose, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. “How could you possibly allow that man anywhere near your organization? Near you?” “I didn’t have a choice,” I said quietly, my fingers gripping the edge of the counter. “Didn’t have a choice?” Julia’s la
Diane Saturday mornings were my favorite. I had no board meetings, no urgent emails, and didn’t have to carefully maintain my professional mask for almost the whole day. It was just me, Anika, and the rare luxury of moving slowly through our morning routine. I stood in Anika’s bedroom doorway, watching her sit cross-legged on her bed with her favorite doll clutched in her arms, sunlight streaming in through the window, catching in her dark curls and making them shine. She looked so much like him in moments like this—the way she tilted her head when she was thinking, and the serious set of her little mouth. I pushed the thought away and stepped into the room. “Alright, Princess,” I said, moving to her closet. “Aunty Julia invited us over to spend the day with her. What do you want to wear?” Anika’s face lit up immediately. “Aunty Julia’s house? Yes!” She bounced on the bed, her doll flying into the air. “Are we going now? Can we go now?” “In a bit,” I laughed, pulling out a few
Luca Mommy? Diane had a child? The realization hit me like a physical blow. Of course she’d moved on. Five years was a long time. She probably had a whole life now. The thought made my chest ache in ways I hadn’t expected. She quickly turned the phone face-down, a faint blush creeping up her neck. “Sorry,” she said. “I thought I’d silenced it.” “No problem,” I said, trying to keep my voice neutral even though my mind was racing. “Kids don’t respect meeting schedules.” She stiffened slightly, and I saw her debate whether to acknowledge the comment or ignore it. “No,” she said finally. “They don’t.” She didn’t offer any additional information. No mention of a husband or partner. She just simply didn’t explain. And I didn’t ask, even though I desperately wanted to. She has a child. She’s built a whole life without me, and I have no right to any of it. The thought was sobering, painful even. But it also made me more determined. I’d lost five years. I wouldn’t lose any more.
Luca I’d imagined this moment a thousand times over the last five years—being in the same room with Diane, and having the chance to explain, to apologize, and to make things right. But none of my imaginations had prepared me for the reality of sitting three feet away from her in this glass-walled conference room, watching her be so completely, devastatingly professional. I knew that she’d changed, but I didn’t think that she could keep up with her new persona with me around. A part of me had expected her to slip and show a bit of nervousness or anything at all to indicate that my presence here affected her. But no. She was flawless and confident. God, she’d changed so much. The blonde hair was the most obvious difference; it was more sophisticated than the black I remembered. It made her look older and more polished, like she’d deliberately shed the girl she used to be and transformed into someone new. Someone I didn’t quite know anymore. But it was more than the hair. It was ev
Diane I gave myself another hour to work—or at least to try to work—before I finally admitted defeat and started getting ready. At 1:00pm, I locked my office door, pulled down the blinds, and changed into the gray suit I’d chosen. I checked my reflection in the small mirror on the back of my door
Diane I’d spent the entire weekend preparing for this. Jane had delivered an impressively detailed dossier on Luca’s business operations on Friday evening, and I’d spent the weekend studying it like I was cramming for the most important exam of my life. Which, in a way, I was. It was Monday morn
Diane As the car picked up speed, my mind was already racing ahead, reminding me that Luca was going to be on my committee, and I was going to see him everyday. The traffic cleared completely, and I merged into the faster lane, my jaw set with determination. Fine. If Luca Bellucci wanted to be i
Diane I spent the rest of the morning getting both of us ready—braiding Anika’s hair while she chattered about her friend Emma and the new crayons Mrs. Taylor had promised to bring to class, making her favorite breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast cut into star shapes, and helping her pack her lit






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