I couldn't bring myself to talk to him when his phone rang. He grabbed it quickly and answered.I bit my lip hard, trying to distract myself from the emotional pain I was feeling after everything Marco had said. He didn't even say hi to the person on the other end, just let them talk.Marco suddenly stood up, and the change in his face was immediate as soon as he heard whatever was being said. His brow furrowed, and I could see his jaw tighten."She hasn't gone far. Search the area. She won’t get away. I already shot her in the left foot. Lucille’s moving slow. I’ll be there in a minute. If you find her, don’t hesitate to kill her. She’s no use to me now."When I heard Lucille’s n
Marco stopped what he was doing again, his gaze fixed on me like I’d said something he couldn’t take back.He stood up, his jaw tight. As he walked toward me, I couldn’t help but take a step back, eventually bumping into the console table behind me.“Every time I admit I’m jealous, it pisses you off, doesn’t it?” he shot at me. “You brush it off like it doesn’t matter, like my feelings are nothing. I’ve tried so hard, Maddie. But how am I supposed to deal with this? You keep saying there’s nothing to be jealous of with that guy. So now I just keep it all inside, ‘cause I’m scared you’ll just brush it off again.”His words hit me hard, and I bit my lip, speechless. All the things I had p
I kept checking my phone, waiting for a text from Marco, but nothing came—not even a little dot. I started to feel more and more anxious as time passed."Maria, I'm going to wait for Marco to come home before I eat, so we can have dinner together," I told her.I lay down on the bed, needing a moment to relax, and mindlessly started scrolling through social media. I don't use it much because Marco isn't really active on there. He has accounts, but he barely posts.Most of the Moretti family's accounts are private anyway, only visible to their close friends and family.Then something caught my eye—a My Day post from Gabriele. My curiosity got the best of me, so I clicked on it. At first, I didn't think muc
Watching the Moretti crew at work, I couldn’t help but wonder why we hadn’t just hired them as the main contractor for the expansion in the first place. With the size of their company and the reputation they’ve built, they were more than capable of handling everything without needing outside help to speed things up.Honestly, the success and wealth of Marco’s family businesses could make anyone feel small. They owned everything—hotels, restaurants, logistics companies, hospitals, pharmaceutical brands, and on and on. It felt like no matter how successful someone else was, they’d still look second-rate next to them.But what really stood out to me was how humble they all were. Despite their power and influence, they never acted like they were above anyone. No snide remarks, no arrogance—just q
"Why didn’t you go with our company for the expansion project?" Marco asked, clearly a little frustrated. "Stefano would’ve approved it if he knew my name was involved—or yours. I could’ve been back in the office by now."We were having lunch at the hotel, but Marco seemed distracted, caught up in his thoughts. He’d even changed into a new outfit—probably trying to impress Stefano."I forgot! And I didn’t know, okay?" I said quickly, realizing I hadn’t even thought to mention Marco’s company or what they could offer. "Maybe it just slipped my mind. But someone else already got the job. And anyway, your company has tons of clients, right?"He didn’t respond right away. His silence lingered between us, and I could tell his mind was racing. I had a feeling he was thinking about how to edge Hudson out of the project."Don’t even think about it, Marco," I said gently. I knew that look all too well."It’s still early. They’re just getting started. There’s still a chance to—" he began, but h
Marco let out a deep breath, clearly realizing he had to explain things. His voice was a mix of frustration and honesty as he looked at me.“Back then, when I had late meetings or couldn’t make it home because of work, I’d crash at the condo or book a hotel. I was single—no one waiting on me, no one to answer to. But things are different now, Maddie. When’s the last time I didn’t tell you if I wasn’t coming home? You really think I have time or interest in seeing other women when I know you’re waiting for me? I didn’t have time for that even before, and now that we’re married? Forget it. I’m not cheating on you. Where is this even coming from?”I didn’t know what to say. His words hit me, making me realize how quickly I’d jumped to conclusions just because of something that I just hear. I hadn’t even noticed how close he’d gotten until he leaned forward, bracing his hands on the bed, inches from me.“Should I fire the manager for planting this crap in your head?” he asked, voice low a
The two of them just stood there, staring each other down in total silence. I could feel the tension rising, my anxiety creeping in as I watched this silent standoff unfold. It felt like they were having an entire conversation without saying a single word—one I couldn’t hear, but could definitely feel.Hudson was tall, sure—but Marco had him beat, standing even taller and radiating that quiet, commanding energy that always seemed to fill the room when he entered. I clung to Marco’s arm without thinking, and I couldn’t help but notice how solid and strong he felt under my grip.Finally, Hudson broke the stare and turned his attention back to me, forcing a polite smile.“In that case, I’ll let you be. Take care, Maddie.” he said, quietly. He glanced at Marco one last time, then turned and walked away—for good, it seemed.I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding, watching Hudson disappear into the distance, far from Marco’s reach.Trying to shift the mood, I looked up at Mar
Once we got in the car, I looked over at Renzo in the passenger seat.“Can you please stop making stuff up just to get Marco riled up at me? If you keep spinning these stories, you might accidentally feed them to our higher-ups, and then we’ll have to deal with another pointless argument over Marco’s ridiculous jealousy.”I let out a heavy sigh, shooting Renzo a look as he focused a little too hard on the rear-view mirror.“I’m not making anything, Ma’am,” he said. “I’m just repeating what he told me.”“Then why bring Hudson into it at all? There’s nothing going on between us. We’re just friends. Since when is it a crime to have a friendly conversation with someone I trust?”“It’s not,” he replied, “but it can be a problem if someone’s got hidden motives when they talk to you.”I frowned, trying to make sense of what he meant. “What are you getting at? Hudson’s been my friend for years. What hidden motives? Don’t overthink my conversations with other men. This is getting ridiculous. M
Marco and I walked into my office, the smell of lunch hanging in the air. It was obvious he hadn’t eaten yet—he was waiting for me. I didn’t even remember him saying anything about lunch plans."Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?" I asked, calm and straightforward. I had nothing to feel guilty about."Answer me first. Who were you with at the café?" he shot back, repeating the same question from earlier.I let out a sigh. Renzo must’ve said something. He always does this—any time I talk to a guy, even casually, he runs to Marco like it’s some big deal. Like every man around me is a threat."I want to hear it from you," Marco said, walking over to my desk and easi