로그인He said one word. She walked into the rain and never looked back. Few years later, she has an empire. He has Florence. And when they end up in the same room at a gala neither of them was supposed to attend, the air between them is the same thing it always was, dangerous. She has survived him once. She can do it again. Then her son is taken, dark curls. His father's jaw. The secret she has carried alone since that night at the gate, and the one thing in her world she cannot save by herself. The only man with enough power to bring her boy home is the man who put her out like she was nothing. Now she needs him. He is starting to realize what he threw away. And somewhere between the war they are fighting and the truth she is still hiding, the most ruthless don in Florence is about to learn that blood never lies.
더 보기Valentina POVMilan smelled like money.I smelled it the moment I stepped off the bus, Matteo strapped tightly to my chest and a single bag slung over my shoulder. The city glittered all around me, designer boutique shops, expensive luxury cars, and women wearing clothes that cost more than I had ever earned in a whole month. I stood on the pavement outside the station, allowing myself to stare at it all for exactly thirty seconds.Then, I started walking.I found a cheap apartment in a building that should have been torn down. It was just one room with a kitchen sink that leaked and a window that wouldn't close all the way. The landlord was a short man with a large stomach who came to the door in his undershirt. He looked at me, at Matteo on my chest, at my single bag, and at the 4,000 euros I had hidden inside the lining of my coat."How long do you want it for?" he asked."As long as you'll have me," I replied.He charged me double the normal price. I paid it without arguing. I had
Valentina PovFranco Esposito opened the door before I could even knock.He looked at me like I was something he was thinking about buying. He looked me up and down to see if I was worth the price. I was twenty-two years old and six weeks pregnant. Everything I owned was in one bag. I stood up as straight as I could."You're the girl Giulia sent," he said. He didn't ask; he just knew."Valentina," I told him.He stepped back. "You’ll work for your stay here. That’s the deal." I looked at him evenly. "What kind of work?" He waved his hand like the question was too small to answer. "Everything," he said. "Whatever needs doing." I nodded. I had already decided I would ask no more questions that night"I understand," I said. I walked past him into the house.A woman named Marta was waiting in the hallway. She was small and thin, with eyes that noticed everything. She looked at my bag, my stomach, and my face. She looked like she had finished a math problem in her head and got the answer s
Marco POV "You did the right thing," Carmela said, setting the cup on my desk. "That girl was trouble the moment she walked in."I didn't answer. I couldn't. My mind was stuck in a loop, replaying the last few hours.I hadn't slept a wink last night. I had spent hours pacing the dark hallways of this house, searching for her. When she hadn't come up to our room after the dinner, I thought she was just clearing her head in the garden. Then the clock struck 2:00 AM. Then 3:00 AM. I checked the library, the terrace, the guest rooms, growing more anxious with every passing hour, wondering where she could possibly be hiding.I never in a million years would have looked in the staff quarters. I never would have believed she was down there.Then, just before dawn, Luca had burst into my study, pale and out of breath. “Marco, I found her. You need to come right now.”The memory of rushing down that corridor tore through me. Luca had kicked the door open, and the sight inside burned itself in
Valentina POVThe rain was coming down hard. I walked right into it without covering my head.I had my coat and my bag, but that was all. I turned left away from the big house. That was the only direction that mattered, getting away. The man at the gate didn't look at me, and I didn't look at him. He cleared his throat as I passed. I slowed, almost stopped. Then he said, quietly, "Good luck." Just two words. I nodded without turning around. I didn't trust my face. We both acted like nothing was happening.I walked for a long time. The streets were empty because it was very early. I kept my head down and my hands in my pockets. I gripped my jaw tight. I promised myself I would not cry in the street. I didn't want to be that kind of person.I kept that promise for about twenty minutes.Then, it just happened. I stopped walking in front of a bakery that was still closed. My body started shaking so hard that I had to lean against the window to keep from falling. The tears came out fast. I






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