INICIAR SESIÓN~FIORELLA~I don’t open his message immediately, when I get a notification and read his name.And I deliberately lock my phone and toss it onto the bed like it insulted me.Because if I open it too fast, it means I’ve been waiting. And I haven’t.I refuse to be that girl.The room is quiet again, but not the same kind of quiet from before. This one feels… restless. Like something is pacing back and forth inside my head, refusing to sit still.I walk to the window, folding my arms as I stare down at the city. Zurich glows differently at night…..clean lights, calm streets, everything orderly in a way that almost irritates me.It's too perfect and controlled, too unlike what's going on inside me.My jaw tightens.This is ridiculous because it's just a message, from a colleague…. nothing more.So why am I standing here overthinking it like it carries any weight?Annoyed with myself, I turn sharply, grab my phone, and unlock it.Lucas: I’ve sent my part. Go through
~LUCAS~By the time I step out of her room, my patience is hanging by a thread.The door shuts behind me with a quiet click, but it doesn’t match the noise in my head. Everything in me feels loud….too loud for a hallway that looks like it was designed for silence and control.I stand there for two seconds, staring at her door like it personally offended me.Annoyance burns under my skin, sharp and relentless, mixing with something else I don’t want to name. Something far more dangerous.Then I drag a hand down my face and start walking fast. Because if I don’t move, I might actually turn back and say something I won’t take back.And that’s not an option, not here, and not with her.My footsteps echo softly against the polished floor, but there’s nothing soft about the way my jaw is clenched or the way my fists keep tightening and loosening at my sides.Fiorella Vincenzo is impossible. She's so complicated. And she's going to be a problem.No….she already is.And
~FIORELLA~The first thing I do when I step into my hotel room is lock the door.The sharp click echoes louder than it should, like it’s sealing something far more dangerous than just a room.I stand there for a moment, my hand still resting on the handle, my breathing uneven in a way I refuse to acknowledge…. then I finally let go.The room is exactly what I expected….elegant, expensive, cold in that perfectly curated way that doesn’t feel like home. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlook Zurich’s quiet streets, everything clean and precise, like the entire city has never made a mistake in its life.Unlike me.My jaw tightens at the thought.I drop my suitcase beside the bed and walk further in, my heels clicking softly against the polished floor. Everything is neat and controlled.I should feel comfortable, but I don’t.Because Lucas' room is just right after mine, and no matter how I try to push it away…. it's always there.That night. The blur of alcohol. The loss
~LUCAS~I start packing before sunrise, and it's not because I'm excited or ready for the trip, but because if I don’t keep my hands busy, my mind will go back to that night—and I can’t afford that.I fold my shirts with more force than necessary, stack my files neatly, then rearrange them again like something will magically change if I do it twice. My suitcase lies open on the bed, half-filled, half-neglected… just like my thoughts.I'm dreading the three weeks I'll be stuck with her.I zip the bag halfway, pause, then unzip it again.No…. there's no way I'll make this trip all about her. It can't be.I straighten, dragging a slow breath into my lungs, forcing clarity into my head.I'll survive this trip. That's the plan.I don’t need to be in her good books. I don’t need to talk to her, unless it's necessary. I don’t need to acknowledge anything that happened.Especially not that.Ignoring Fiorella until it's necessary is the only way this works. The only
~FIORELLA~My eyes flick up and down over Juliette's body and leg. I don't even bother to hide it.“Take off your dress,” I say and she responds without thinking.“Yes, Mistress,” she says and reaches behind herself, hastily unfastening the zip of her dress.I watch as her dress falls to her legs and she's now naked.And just immediately, I see her nipples become hard.My submissive likes being naked in the presence of her Mistress.“Good girl,” I say, and she immediately folds her hands behind her.“Tell me, sweetie. Are you happy being with me??” I ask her.“I'm very happy, Mistress,” she replies.“Good,” I smile.My eyes lingers on her breasts, then trails down to her body, and to the pink and naked line that disappears between her legs.I lick my lips.“Do you have any regrets?” I ask her.“No…no, Mistress. Not at all,” she replies, shaking her head.“I see…” I say nodding. “Now, get on the table.”She bows and steps forward, turning away from the table and
~FIORELLA~I’ve been lying on this same spot for… I don’t even know how long.The ceiling has become way too familiar.And somehow, no matter how many times I go over it, my brain keeps circling back to the same thing.The kiss.I press my lips together unconsciously.God.Why am I still thinking about it?I turn slightly on the couch, dragging a hand over my face.Because it wasn’t just me.That’s why.I exhale slowly, staring off into nothing.“He kissed me back…” I murmur.Not hesitantly.Not like he was trying to stop me.He kissed me back properly.Like he meant it. Like he wanted to.My brows pull together slightly.“Why though?”The question sits heavier than I expect.Lucas isn’t careless.He’s controlled. Calculated. Always aware.So why would he….I pause.“Does he find me attractive?”The thought slips in quietly, but it lingers.I don’t immediately push it away.Instead, I sit with it, turning it over in my head.Because it would explain it.At leas
~MARCELLA~I take Lucas to my favorite spot.A slightly secluded corner, tucked away just enough to give privacy… but still with a perfect view of the entire restaurant.It's romantic, quiet and perfect.We sit down, and almost immediately, a waiter approaches us.I smile politel
~ELENA~I know something is wrong the moment they come back into my room after taking Fiorella and Marcella to the nursery.Not because they say anything.But because the house feels… heavier.Vincenzo closes the door behind them carefully, like the walls might be listening
~ELENA~That night, when the house finally grows quiet, reality settles in.Not the fear kind, but the good kind.The kind that hums softly in your chest and tells you this….this moment….is real.The nursery light glows faintly down the hall.I sit in bed, pillows stacked behi
~ELENA~The hospital room smells like antiseptic when I wake again.For a terrifying second, my arms feel empty. Then I hear it.Three tiny breaths. Soft. Uneven. Alive.I turn my head slowly and see them….three bassinets lined up beside my bed, each holding a piece of my hear







