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Ten percent Shares (II)

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“I’m still waiting for your reply, Luciano.” She said, her voice cutting through the silence like a blade coated in honey.

That sing-song lilt mocking and infuriating, tightened every muscle in his back, he didn’t give her the satisfaction of a glance.

Instead, Lucian shoved back his chair, the legs scraping against the floor, and reached for his suitcase with such force that the leather handle bit into his palm.

He was already at the doorway when he heard her footsteps behind him, light but deliberate, as if she had all the time in the world.

He clenched his jaw. What exactly is my mother planning?

The thought gnawed at him as he crossed the grand hallway of the Vega mansion.

Who knew Camilla would reveal her teeth so soon? He had suspected from the very first moment she wasn’t the docile bride everyone painted her to be but this? It unsettled him in ways he couldn’t explain.

He stepped outside where the black Mercedes idled, polished to sheen. The morning sun caught
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  • The Devil's Heartbeat   CHAPTER 12- Strategic

    The cafeteria buzzed with its usual hum of low voices, clinking cutlery, and hurried footsteps. Employees in crisp suits clustered in small groups at the long tables, their conversations muted, careful. It wasn’t the kind of place the CEO was ever expected to show up, not in this lifetime.Everyone knew Luciano De La Vega never stepped foot in the cafeteria. His meals were delivered directly to his office, plated in polished silver and served on bone china. And that is on the day he eats, the cafeteria belonged to everyone else, the assistants, the secretaries, the middle managers. So when Camilla De la Vega, his brand-new bride, swept in that afternoon, draped in a cream blouse tucked into a pencil skirt that hugged her hips just right, heads turned. She carried herself with the kind of effortless confidence that demanded notice, as if she had been walking through these halls all her life. Her smile was bright, almost mischievous, and she chose a table near the w

  • The Devil's Heartbeat   Ten percent Shares (II)

    “I’m still waiting for your reply, Luciano.” She said, her voice cutting through the silence like a blade coated in honey. That sing-song lilt mocking and infuriating, tightened every muscle in his back, he didn’t give her the satisfaction of a glance. Instead, Lucian shoved back his chair, the legs scraping against the floor, and reached for his suitcase with such force that the leather handle bit into his palm.He was already at the doorway when he heard her footsteps behind him, light but deliberate, as if she had all the time in the world. He clenched his jaw. What exactly is my mother planning? The thought gnawed at him as he crossed the grand hallway of the Vega mansion. Who knew Camilla would reveal her teeth so soon? He had suspected from the very first moment she wasn’t the docile bride everyone painted her to be but this? It unsettled him in ways he couldn’t explain.He stepped outside where the black Mercedes idled, polished to sheen. The morning sun caught

  • The Devil's Heartbeat   Chapter 10- Ten Percent Shares

    Luciano woke before the sun had fully climbed over the Vega estate, as he always did. Habit was his truest companion. He stretched an arm across the wide, cold expanse of the bed, let out a deep yawn, and swung his legs over the side. The polished floor met his feet with a chill, tempered only by the soft brush of slippers waiting where the maids had placed them the night before.He reached for his robe, dark, monogrammed, the fabric cool against his bare skin and slipped into the bathroom without sparing the mirror a glance.The shower roared to life, steaming the glass. Luciano stepped under the spray, tilting his head back. The water beat down, loosening the remnants of yesterday.He exhaled, today would be better. It had to be. Every day began the same way, orderly; he decided it would be no different now. By the time he emerged, the bathroom was filled with mist; hi jaw freshly shaven, his hair slicked back into careful order. A suit and tie were already laid o

  • The Devil's Heartbeat   The ceremony

    The garden glowed that afternoon, alive with orchids, roses, and the meticulous perfection only the Vega staff could achieve. Rows of chairs lined the trimmed hedges, a white aisle running down the center like a deliberate slice through green. Guests in silk and tailored suits fanned themselves with programs while the string quartets melody floated under the sun.It looked beautiful, but for Camilla, beauty didn’t soften the knot twisting in her chest. From the far end of the veranda, she adjusted her veil in the glass doors. Her reflection looked like someone else, a doll dressed in lace, groomed and displayed. She tugged once more at the gown, ignoring Mrs. Vega’s warnings.“You’re wrinkling it, my dear.” She whispered.“I’m sorry,” Camilla muttered.Just then the door slightly opened and her father’s head appeared from the slight opening.“Aii mi amore, you’re, looking so beautiful in that dress.” Her father complimented, with genuine happiness. The kind of joy paren

  • The Devil's Heartbeat   Pay Back!

    The mansion stirred with a kind of nervous energy that morning, a pulse that seemed to rise from the polished floors and hum against the chandeliers. From the garden came the steady clatter of ladders against marble columns and the shuffling of gardeners moving potted roses into perfect symmetry. White blossoms were arranged with clinical precision beneath the sprawling oaks, as if beauty itself had been forced into a line. Luciano’s mother had chosen the garden for the ceremony; she called it romantic, a return to elegance. The kitchen thrummed like a living heart. Pots clanged, the oven hissed and for the first time in years the air smelled of cinnamon, butter, and roasted meats. The chef, who had grown accustomed to preparing lavish meals that went untouched, whistled under his breath as he folded chocolate into glossy cakes.“The last time, I saw you whistle while you cooked, was when during Sir Luciano’s celebration on becoming the new ceo, after the death

  • The Devil's Heartbeat   The Deal

    On his way home, Luciano’s phone buzzed and the caller ID indicated it was his mother calling. He looked at it and sighed, he knew exactly what she was going to say ask how the date went, which by the way was a disaster. There was no way their marriage was going to last, it would have been easier if Camilla stayed strong and rejected the proposal. However, she was bounded by filial duties as he was. He picked up the phone and turned it over; it would be easier to ignore the call that way. As the car pulled up at the Vega mansion, the staff came out to welcome him, one took his bag and the driver repacked the car the way Luciano always liked it for easy mobility from the house. He stepped into the mansion, the familiar hush swallowing him the moment the door closed behind his broad frame. The sound of his shoes echoed faintly against the polished marble floors, each step heavy with the weight of his thoughts. His fingers loosened the silk tie around his neck with an

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