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The Wrong Kind Of Right Chapter 58
Asher scrolled further. Saw the headlines. Saw Paolo’s words. Saw his very existence being framed as a “misstep” Luca had to recover from.“He threw you under the bus,” Asher muttered. “He threw us under the bus.”“I didn’t know he’d move this fast,” Luca said, voice hollow. “He called earlier. Said if I didn’t fall in line, he’d...”“He’d what?” Asher pressed, gaze sharp now.Luca swallowed hard. “He said he’d handle it. Make you disappear from my life if he had to. That he’d make it look like it was always just me, playing a game.”Asher sat back slowly, like the words knocked the wind from him.“And would you let him?” he asked, eyes narrowing. “Would you let him erase me?”“No.” Luca said it quickly, but his voice cracked. “No, I wouldn’t.”“Because it sounds like you already let him,” Asher added, not cruel, just honest. “You didn’t even tell me about the press conference being done. You hid it. Like I’m something shameful.”Luca reached for his hand, but Asher pulled back.“I’m
The Wrong Kind Of Right Chapter 57
The grand ballroom of the Virelli Tower had been hastily transformed into a press staging ground.Gleaming chandeliers hovered above dozens of reporters, cameras flashing like wildfire, microphones angled sharply toward the podium at the front of the room.A backdrop embroidered with the Virelli crest loomed large behind the platform, a symbol of power, legacy, and control.Paolo Virelli stood behind the podium, straight backed and immaculately dressed in a navy suit tailored to perfection.His silver hair was slicked back, his eyes sharp as glass.He exuded control, charisma, and menace in equal measure.To the world, this was just another PR move.But to Luca, watching the livestream from his hotel room, it was a loaded gun pointed straight at everything he had come to love.“Good evening,” Paolo began, his voice measured, his expression solemn. “Thank you all for joining us at such short notice. It has come to my attention that certain rumors have been circulating regarding myself,
The Wrong Kind Of Right Chapter 56
Luca sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands, the weight of the world pressing down on him.His phone rested beside him, glowing ominously with an incoming call.The name on the screen was enough to make his stomach churn: Paolo Virelli.He glanced toward the bathroom door, where the faint sound of running water indicated that Asher was still in the shower.For a moment, Luca considered ignoring the call, letting it go to voicemail. But he knew better.His father wasn’t the kind of man you ignored, especially not now, not when Paolo was moments away from stepping into a press conference that could either ruin or preserve the Virelli name.Taking a deep breath, Luca swiped to answer.“Father,” he greeted, his voice steady but laced with tension.Paolo’s voice came through like a whip crack, sharp and uncompromising. “Luca. Tell me you’ve come to your senses.”Luca stiffened. “I’ve already made my decision.”Paolo scoffed. “Your decision? This isn’t about you, boy. This is abo
The Wrong Kind Of Right Chapter 55
Asher found out the next morning.He was halfway through brushing his teeth when his phone buzzed. A message from Reid. Just a link and two words: “Told you.”He clicked it.The headline hit him like a fist.He stared in silence, the sound of the electric toothbrush still buzzing faintly in the background, forgotten.When Luca emerged from the bathroom moments later, towel wrapped around his waist, hair damp from the shower, the look on Asher’s face made him pause.“What is it?” Luca asked, instantly alert.Asher didn’t speak.He turned the screen toward him.Luca’s breath caught.He took the phone slowly, eyes scanning the article, the comments, the photos.Then his body stiffened.The phone dropped to the bed.Silence stretched.“Paolo,” Luca finally muttered. “It had to be him.”Asher’s voice was quiet. “He knows it's me?”“Or he suspects. And if he didn’t before, he does now.”Luca sat on the edge of the bed, face in his hands.“I wasn’t ready for this. Not like this.”Asher staye
The Wrong Kind Of Right Chapter 54
The next day started like any other.Luca was dressed in a crisp navy suit, the jacket tossed over his arm as he finished the last sip of his espresso.Asher leaned in the doorway of the villa’s front room, his sleeves rolled, fingers still damp from their quick morning swim in the sea.His hair hadn’t fully dried. Luca liked it that way, loose, untamed, real.“You sure you want me with you today?” Asher asked, tucking his phone into his back pocket. “I can hang back. Give you some breathing room.”Luca stepped forward, smoothed the collar of Asher’s shirt and leaned in, pressing his lips to the corner of his mouth. “You breathe better when you’re close.”“Corny.”“True.”Asher rolled his eyes, but he smiled, a smile that lingered as they left the villa, boarded the black sedan, and rode through the narrow streets back into the city.The small office Luca had been using was tucked inside a historic commercial wing of the Virelli affiliated firm. It wasn’t flashy, modern glass offices
The Wrong Kind Of Right Chapter 53
Paolo Virelli stood behind his desk, still and unreadable.“The wedding is off. Indefinitely. There’s someone else.”A son’s defiance, wrapped in civility.But it was the last part that had cut deepest.“A him.”Paolo’s jaw locked, nostrils flaring.He had tolerated rebellion before, Luca had always walked too close to the edge, but this? This wasn’t rebellion. This was betrayal. Not just to him, but to everything they had built.To the empire they were meant to merge with the Hartwells. To image, to legacy, to blood.He poured himself a glass of scotch, the crystal clink ringing louder than it should’ve in the heavy silence.Luca was in love with a man.A Hartwell man.His glass landed sharply on the desk. Scotch sloshed over the edge.He pressed a button on the panel beneath his desk, and a voice answered almost immediately.“Yes, Mr. Virelli?”“Get me Francesca,” Paolo said coldly. “Now.”A few moments later, the door opened and a poised, silver haired woman in a gray skirt suit st
The Wrong Kind Of Right Chapter 52
Luca Virelli sat in a sleek, glass walled conference room on the thirty fifth floor of the D'Amico International building, one of the city’s rising tech conglomerates.The table was long, the men around it older, sharp eyed, money hungry. He should’ve been hyper focused, this deal had been Paolo Virelli’s obsession for three years, but all Luca could think about was the man standing near the glass door, arms crossed, black shirt stretched over muscle, watching him with eyes that said everything and nothing at all.Asher.The earpiece in Asher’s ear was purely cosmetic. There was no real threat to Luca’s safety here, this was all just part of the show. “Private security detail” was what Paolo had approved, and Luca hadn’t corrected him. The lie sat easier than it should’ve.Asher’s gaze lingered every time their eyes met. A silent touch. A heat between them that flared even when the air was sterile with business jargon.“…Mr. Virelli?” one of the execs asked, breaking the haze.Luca bl
The Wrong Kind Of Right Chapter 51
They were still standing in the middle of the suite, bodies close, the taste of their kiss lingering in the quiet.The city hummed beyond the windows, oblivious. But inside, time felt stalled, tender and charged.Asher was the first to pull back, just a little, his hands still loosely resting on Luca’s waist.His eyes searched Luca’s, and when he spoke, his voice was steady but edged with something raw. “Are you really sure, Luca?”Luca blinked. “Sure about what?”Asher tilted his head slightly, not breaking eye contact. “About taking on Paolo. The Hartwells. The media. About coming out to the world like this.”Luca’s chest rose slowly.Asher continued, “Because once this starts… there’s no pause button. No rewinding. No pretending. You think what just happened downstairs was bad? The minute you even hint to the world that you’re not the golden straight heir they built up in the press, everything changes. And not just for a week. Forever.”Luca swallowed.He knew that.He’d always kno
The Wrong Kind Of Right Chapter 50
Asher stood in front of the floor length mirror in their hotel suite, shirt half buttoned, sleeves rolled up, collar open.He looked fine.Not too much. Not like a date. Just… casual.At least, that’s what he kept telling himself.He yanked the shirt off with a frustrated huff and threw it on the bed beside the others.Three shirts, two pairs of jeans, and one pair of shoes too polished for a maybe drink with a woman he didn’t even care about.This wasn’t him.None of this was.He stared at his reflection for a moment longer.His fingers hovered over the next shirt. Navy linen. Lightweight. The kind of thing you wore when you wanted to look like you didn’t try too hard.But it was too hard. It was all too forced.The receptionist had caught him off guard earlier.The flirtation, the smile, the way she leaned in like she already knew how the night would end. He could’ve shut it down. Should have.But something in him had cracked when Luca flinched at that knock on the door. When he tur
