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The Wrong Kind Of Right Chapter 123
Paolo turned away, jaw clenched. “You don’t understand what you’ve done.”“What I’ve done?” Luca echoed. “I fell in love with someone who made me feel like I could breathe for the first time in my life. That’s my crime?”“It’s not about him, Luca,” Paolo snapped, spinning to face him. “It’s about what it means.”“No,” Luca said, stepping closer. “It’s about what it means to you. That your son is gay. That I didn’t become the man you imagined in your perfect little heir blueprint. You don’t hate Asher, you hate me for choosing him.”Paolo didn’t answer.But his silence was louder than a confession.Luca’s throat tightened. “You’d rather I was dead than deviate from your vision of a ‘legacy.’”“No,” Paolo barked. “Don’t you dare say that.”“Then what, Papa?” Luca hissed. “What would you call sending armed men after your only son? To humiliate me? To drag me back here like a criminal just because I won’t lie anymore?”Paolo’s hand shook around his glass, the ice clinking.“I wanted to re
The Wrong Kind Of Right Chapter 122
The silence in the car was different this time.The kind of silence that sat on the chest like a brick and made breathing feel like a task.Asher kept both hands on the wheel, knuckles flexing against the leather. The roads to the Virelli estate curled through marble gates and private lanes lined with ancient cypress trees.The sky above was a hazy navy, the last of the day slipping into shadows. Golden lights from the estate shimmered in the distance like the gates of Olympus.But there was nothing divine about what waited inside.Luca hadn’t spoken in minutes. He just sat there, suit jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up, his jaw tight. His eyes were fixed ahead, but Asher knew he wasn’t seeing the trees.He was seeing Paolo.“What are you going to say to him?” Asher asked gently, breaking the quiet.“I don’t know,” Luca admitted, his voice lower than usual. “I’ve played the conversation a hundred times in my head. And still... nothing feels enough.”Asher flicked a glance at him. “Th
The Wrong Kind Of Right Chapter 121
Paolo stood alone in his study, one hand gripping the edge of the mantelpiece above the cold fireplace. His other hand shook as he poured a glass of scotch, something he rarely did before noon.He didn’t drink. Not usually.But today wasn’t usual.He looked up at the painting above the fire, an old portrait of his family. Himself in youth, his late wife in pearls, and Luca at ten years old, stiff and serious, already taught how to pose like a Virelli.He remembered that boy. He remembered the pride, the stubbornness, the gleam of fight in his eyes even then.And he remembered holding him as a baby. Feeding him. Tucking him in at night.How had he become this?A man capable of orchestrating his own son’s abduction?The question hit like a blade in the gut.He hadn’t meant for it to go that far.He hadn’t wanted...“Mr. Virelli?” One of his senior aides cracked open the door, hesitant. “We have a problem.”Paolo turned slowly, his voice raw. “Unless it’s about Luca.. get out.”The aide
The Wrong Kind Of Right Chapter 120
“The second car,” Asher said slowly, “wasn’t Virelli funded. I had Julian dig deeper. The SUV wasn’t one of Paolo’s. It didn’t match any known asset or operation tied to the Virelli name.”Luca frowned. “You’re saying… it wasn’t him?”“Not entirely.” Asher moved closer. “Someone else used his plan to stage a more dangerous move. They piggybacked off Paolo’s operation, and almost succeeded in making it look like your father wanted you dead.”“But he did!”“No,” Asher said softly. “He wanted to rattle you. Humiliate you. Maybe bruise your pride. But kill you?” He shook his head. “That wasn’t Paolo’s style. It’s too messy. Too public.”Luca’s mind reeled.“So someone else… used his agenda to create a rift.”Asher nodded. “That’s what I’m thinking. And if I’m right, they want two things: one, for you to turn against him completely, burn the empire from the inside. And two, to make you vulnerable. Easy to take down. Or easier to replace.”Luca staggered back a step.“Julian’s digging,” Ash
The Wrong Kind Of Right Chapter 119
Another bullet slammed into the tire beside them, blowing it out in a violent burst. Luca jumped, instinctively grabbing Asher’s arm.Asher didn’t pull away.In fact, that moment of contact grounded him more than the concrete at his back.“I won’t let them touch you,” Asher said, voice rough and low, eyes locked on his target again.A sudden noise, tires again.A third car? No.. no... that was Julian’s voice crackling in the comm.“On approach. ETA thirty seconds. Defensive sweep. Hold position.”Asher took a breath. He didn’t have thirty seconds.“Cover me,” he said to no one but the fire in his gut.He moved fast, pivoting to the left, out of cover for only a second, long enough to land a precise, warning shot that forced the assailant to retreat behind his SUV door again.“Move!” Asher yelled at Luca. “Now! Crawl toward the other side... go!”Luca hesitated, torn between fear and refusal to leave Asher behind.“Go, Luca!”That did it.Luca scrambled low, ducking beneath the bodies
The Wrong Kind Of Right Chapter 118
Traffic was unusually sparse for a weekday morning.Luca noticed, but didn’t think much of it, not at first.His driver, took a different route than usual, citing roadwork and redirected flow.Luca barely looked up from his phone. His mind was buried in the latest financial reports and another round of damage control memos flooding his inbox.Then his driver spoke again, tone clipped. “I’m going through Via Reggio instead. Less congestion.”“Fine,” Luca muttered, adjusting his seat. “Just get me there in one piece.”But the moment they turned onto the narrower road, something shifted in the air. It was quieter. Too quiet. Buildings rose on both sides, and ahead, no cars. No pedestrians. No cameras.It felt wrong.Luca’s gut twisted.“Hey...”Before he could finish, the car jolted violently as something hit the back wheel, not a crash, but a precise bump. A red Civic behind them. Close. Too close.“What the hell?” Luca sat up straight.The driver didn’t respond.Luca turned sharply. “H
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