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Asher was still on the park bench when his phone vibrated in his coat pocket.He didn’t move for a long time.The screen kept lighting up, a small disruption in the numbed silence swallowing him whole.He finally reached for it, expecting another spam headline, maybe a company alert or something about a military buddy passing through.But no, it was Serena.Serena:I know you’re hurting. I’m… sorry. I saw the press. He just landed. It’s already all over the news.Asher stared at the message, jaw tightening.Of all the people, it was her. His sister. The one who’d manipulated the same way Luca had. The one who let this engagement keep rolling even though she knew exactly what her brother was going through, because it worked in her favor.He should’ve ignored her.He didn’t.He typed slowly, fingers stiff from the cold and the weight of everything he hadn’t said.Asher:Don’t worry about me. I’m good. You can go back to hiding your little secret in peace. Hope you and Luca have a perfec
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The wheels of the Virelli jet kissed the tarmac with a hiss and a bounce, the city skyline already rising like a judgment in the distance.Luca sat rigid in the leather seat, jaw clenched so tightly it ached.Outside the window, the ground crew moved with clinical precision, unaware that the man stepping off this plane was walking into his own personal battlefield.His phone buzzed the moment the plane rolled to a stop.Paolo Virelli.Of course.Luca didn’t want to answer. But he did.He always did.“Your face is already trending,” Paolo’s voice came through, low and commanding, no pleasantries. “Your name’s on every ticker. Some are calling it a leak, others a scandal. When you step off that plane, you’ll smile, you’ll wave, and you’ll deny everything.”Luca’s hand trembled slightly, so he switched the phone to his other ear, biting down the nausea rising in his throat.“And if they press?”“You swear it’s slander. You talk legacy. You say our name has enemies. Keep it cold. Virelli
The Wrong Kind Of Right Chapter 59
The sun rose with a cruel kind of calm.Golden light spilled through the hotel windows like it didn’t know, or didn’t care, that the two men inside had shattered each other the night before.They didn’t talk.Not even as Luca zipped up his suitcase.Not when he changed into his tailored slacks and pressed white shirt, his silence as sharp as the creases in his cuffs.Not when he stood by the door, hand on the knob, heart in his throat.Asher sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor. Shirtless. Bruised by nothing physical, but he looked like a man wrecked all the same.Luca opened his mouth, closed it.Then he walked out.No goodbye.No parting words.Just the soft click of the door as it latched behind him.Asher didn’t move for a long time. He couldn’t.Every breath felt like dragging glass through his lungs.He waited, part of him still foolish enough to believe Luca would come back. That maybe he’d forgotten something. That maybe he’d changed his mind.But the silence stret
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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
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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,
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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
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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
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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
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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
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