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The Mafia's Substitute Bride 155
FEW DAYS LATERThe light had already changed once or twice by the time Lucas stepped through the door. It was late morning, closer to noon, and the scent of whatever Valentina had made earlier still lingered faintly in the house. He walked in without much sound, keys in one hand, coat draped over his forearm, the other hand holding his phone with a few unread messages lighting the screen. His face held that familiar unreadable look he wore when his mind was too full.Sha was in the kitchen, barefoot, dressed down in a soft top and leggings, slicing an apple she probably wasn’t hungry for. She didn’t say anything when she heard the door and just glanced over when he walked past the archway, waited a beat, and then went back to her task.Lucas set his things down on the side table near the stairs. There was the soft thump of leather, and the click of glass as he poured himself some water from the dispenser, and walked into the kitchen. He leaned against the island across from her.“Ther
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They didn’t talk much at first.Lucas sat back against the pillows, one leg stretched beneath the foldable table now balanced across both their laps. Valentina sat cross-legged beside him, her hair tucked behind her ear, still a little damp from her shower. She dipped a piece of sushi into soy sauce and reached across to drop it into her mouth, chewing quietly while scanning the rest of the options.He watched her for a moment before going back to his own food, reaching for the paella and scooping a bite of shrimp and rice. The warm spice lingered faintly in the air, mixing with the slight citrusy aftershave still clinging to his skin.She leaned forward, stealing a piece of grilled salmon from his side of the tray without asking. He didn’t protest, just gave her a look like he was mentally noting it down for later. She ignored it.“Why did you order enough food for six people?” she asked eventually.“Didn’t know what you’d feel like eating,” he said simply. “Figured you’d find someth
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"Gimme a sec" She collected and brought the takeout bags in and shut the door with her elbow. The warm scent hit her instantly—grilled salmon, something garlicky, a faint trail of fresh ginger and lemon. She padded barefoot across the living room to the dining table and began unpacking each container, laying them out one by one.Grilled salmon on a bed of quinoa and roasted vegetables. Sushi rolls, neat and glossy. Seafood paella with brown rice. Even dessert. It looked too fancy for a casual night in, but then again, she wasn't expecting Lucas to eat 'unhealthy' food because it was called takeouts. She tilted her head slightly, checking the receipt tucked under the last box—pay on delivery.She turned back toward the stairs and jogged up halfway before calling out, “Lucas?&rdq
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Valentina barely stirred when the car rolled to a stop in front of the villa. Her head remained against Lucas' shoulder, her breathing soft and even, lost in a dreamless sleep. The ride had been quiet, peaceful. She hadn’t even noticed when the gates opened or when the headlights swept over the stone path.Lucas glanced down at her, his arm still wrapped loosely around her. For a moment, he simply looked at her—not with the edge that usually colored his gaze, not with suspicion or guarded wall. He smiled when he remembered what happened in the auction hall, woman who had endured too much, trusted too little, and still fell asleep beside him without fear. His phone suddenly vibrated and that made her stir. He kissed her head. "Go back to sleep, it's nothing." He pulled out his phone and declined the call, and waited few minutes until he was sure she'd gone back to
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Lucas found her leaning against the marble balustrade on the upper balcony, half her body turned toward the city skyline in the distance. The lights below looked like they'd been poured from a bucket and scattered across the hills, gold and restless.She turned at the sound of his footsteps, her mouth lifting in a faint smile."There you are," she said, brushing a few strands of hair behind her ear. "How did it go?.""Had to take a call," he replied, sliding his hands into his pockets. "Ready to go?"Valentina nodded and pushed herself upright, straightening the strap of her purse. As they started walking down the hallway together, her
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CAMILLA'S RESIDENCE.She closed the door behind him without a word and walked back toward the kitchen, bare feet brushing lightly over the tiled floor. The only sound was the soft bubbling of the pot on the stove and the digital hum of the game still running on her phone, screen paused mid-conversation with a pixelated prince who’d been trying to confess his love before the doorbell interrupted everything.Ethan stood near the door, glancing around the apartment like it was the most sacred place he’d been in all year. Not because it was fancy—it wasn’t. But with the way his eyes lit up when he saw one of her dresses lying around, you'd know what exactly brought him happiness.She was pulling the pot off the burner when she finally spoke.“You still haven’t said how you got my address,” she said without looking at him.He stayed by the entryway, a little too aware of how out of place he w
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