로그인~ Lorenzo ~Pure terror locked my throat as Arthur pointed the silver barrel straight at Kate. I knew Arthur. I knew he was crazy enough to pull the trigger right here in my dining room, and he would do it simply because he felt like it.I hated myself. I regretted bringing Kate down those stairs. I had genuinely believed this whole circus would be over soon. Dread filled every inch of my body as Arthur let out a wet, raspy laugh, casually throwing my threats back in my face and claiming the final decision belonged to my father.Arthur pulled the trigger.I heard Kate gasps as she stepped backI froze, my entire world tilting on its axis, a very painful headache, filling my scalpThe whole room fell into a cold dead silence.Nothing happened.No blood, no screaming, no heavy thuds of Kate's body dropping on the marble floors. Nothing A sharp metallic click echoed off the walls. Relief washed over me so fast I felt lightheaded. The gun was empty."Shit" I heard Arthur cursed under his
Camila’s face turned into a hard, stone mask. The momentary shock on her features morphed into pure annoyance as she glared across the table at her husband."I had nothing to do with this, Lorenzo!" Camila snapped, slamming the tablet screen side down onto the tablecloth. "Stop looking at me like I am a criminal!""Do not lie to me!" Lorenzo roared, his hands clenching into tight fists at his sides.Marcus stepped forward, his eyes darting nervously toward me before returning to Lorenzo. "Don Moretti, with this article spreading across the blogs, our entire reputation is at stake. The media is going to feast on her if she ever sets foot outside this villa. Worse, your father might have already seen the headlines. Remember he had sworn he would kill Kate himself the second he lays eyes on her."Cold terror settled deep into my stomach. I backed away half a step, my knees shaking beneath my trousers. What headline? What could possibly be on that tablet? I had only seen Lorenzo’s father
Lorenzo led them deeper into the main living area, his tall frame cutting through the grand entryway. The heavy double doors swung shut behind them with a muffled thud, cutting off the rest of their conversation. I remained crouched behind the iron railing for several minutes, my heart thumping wildly against my ribs, but only silence drifted up from the lower level. I finally retreated to the lounge, sitting on the edge of the large bed with my hands folded tightly in my lap.An hour dragged by before the private elevator chimed.The doors slid open, and Lorenzo stepped out. His face was a hard, rigid mask, his jaw locked tight as he looked toward me."Come down," he said flatly.A wave of dread washed over me. I stood up on unsteady legs, my palms cold and damp. "Lorenzo... what is happening?""Just follow me," he replied, turning back toward the elevator without waiting for an answer.I followed him downstairs, my pulse racing as we walked toward the grand dining room. The room was
Settling into the top-floor lounge turned out to be surprisingly effortless. By the second day, the itchy red hives had faded completely from my throat and jawline, leaving my skin clear and pale once again. The guards brought up quiet, elaborate meals twice a day. Yet the vastness of the space felt strangely empty. I had assumed this room was Lorenzo's sanctuary, the one place he spent most of his late hours. Instead, he was a ghost. Days blurred together in silence, and with each passing evening, a quiet insecurity began to fester in my chest. I stared at the pristine sheets of the new bed, wondering if I had disgusted him during our night together, or if my clumsiness had ruined whatever impulse had drawn him to me in the first place.That quiet doubt was still humming in my mind late into the evening when the private elevator chimed.The heavy steel doors parted, and Lorenzo stepped out, carrying a tray covered with a cloth. He wore his dark shirt with the top buttons undone, his
~ Lorenzo ~I immediately regretted my choice of words, and the way I had reactedThe sheer look of devastation on Kate's face hit me right in the chest. A sudden, sharp urge to pull the words back clawed at my throat, but I forced my expression to remain a blank slab of stone. I straightened my back, drawing myself up to my full height to stare down at her trembling frame.She immediately lowered her head, refusing to let me see her eyes.I turned on my heel and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind me. A cold, heavy weight settled in my gut, leaving me feeling lower than I had in years.I'm a total dick head I knew it, but how do you tell the woman who left you at the altar that you still cared, that it hurts to see her be selfless for everyone else except you?Marcus was standing right in the corridor near the entrance, leaning casually against the wood paneling with his arms crossed."You know, Boss," Mar
Darkness slowly receded, replaced by the faint, muffled hum of low voices somewhere near the bed. My body felt ridiculously heavy, but my mind was awake. I kept my eyelids shut tight, trying to figure out where I was. I opened my eyes, but the bright overhead lights struck my pupils like sharp needles. Pain shot through my forehead, forcing me to snap them closed again. Footsteps echoed softly against the floorboards, approaching the side of the bed. I felt the mattress dip slightly under a man's heavy weight. Then, a pair of soft, warm lips pressed gently against my cheek, lingering for a brief second before pulling back. A large, warm hand reached out, wrapping securely around my knuckles. I froze, my chest tightening with immense surprise. It was Lorenzo. I did not pull my hand away, nor did I dare open my eyes. "Is she waking up?" a sharp, heels-clicking voice suddenly cut through the quiet room.







