LOGIN~LUCAS~“I'm not joking, Fred. I'm really serious. The lady looks exactly like Marcella,” I say.I let out a slow breath. “Same face. Same features. Same… everything.”“You must have imagined the shock I felt when I saw her,” I tell him.“Lucas…”“But,” I cut in, my voice tightening slightly, “completely different personality.”“Define completely,” he probes.I scoff softly. “Cold. Arrogant. Rude. Boring. A control freak. The kind of person who walks into a room and somehow acts like she owns the air in it.”Albert bursts out laughing loud and unapologetic.“Bro,” he says between laughs, “This doesn't sound like Marcella at all.”“Yeah yeah.”“I wonder how you must have felt when you confirmed she isn't Marcella,” he says.“I felt really sad.”“And now you're about to go on a three weeks trip with her lookalike with a very interesting personality,” he laughs mockingly. “You're doomed, bro.”“Shut up,” I tell him.“No, seriously,” he continues, still laughing. “
~LUCAS~There are bad ideas.And then there are catastrophically stupid ideas disguised as “professional development.”This?This is the second one.I don’t say anything for a moment after we’re dismissed. I just sit there, staring at absolutely nothing while Linda’s cheerful voice fades into the background and the director moves on like he hasn’t just detonated a bomb in both our lives.Three weeks of no laptops and traveling with Fiorella.I let out a slow breath, dragging a hand down my face.This is insane.I finally stand, pushing my chair back with a quiet scrape against the floor, and for a second, I consider walking out without saying a word.But then I glance at her.Big mistake.Fiorella is still seated, but she looks… different.Composed, yes.Perfect posture, yes.But I can see it…..the tension in her jaw, the way her fingers are curled just a little too tightly against her arm, like she’s holding herself together by force.She looks like she’s about
~FIORELLA~There are moments in life when you know something is about to go terribly, irreversibly wrong.This is one of those moments.I feel it in the tightening of my chest, in the subtle twitch of my fingers resting against the file in my lap, in the way the air in this office suddenly feels too thick…..like I’m breathing through silk.Work well together.The director’s words echo in my head like a bad joke that refuses to end.I slowly lift my gaze to him, certain I must have misheard.Or perhaps this is some sort of test.Or punishment.Or psychological experiment.Because there is absolutely no logical reason why anyone in their right mind would think pairing me and Lucas together is a good idea.“Excuse me?” I say, my voice smooth, controlled… dangerously calm.Which, for me, is never a good sign.The blonde woman….still annoyingly unidentified…..steps forward with a bright, professional smile that immediately irritates me.“You’ll be representing the firm,
~LUCAS~“Lucas, you got a second?”I look up from my desk to see my new supervisor was half in, half out of my office.Mr. Benson, my supervisor, is a man in his fifties but he looks way younger than his age.“Of course,” I say, standing up quickly.Mr Benson might be nice, but he's one of the most important people in the firm.When he's appointed as my supervisor in family law weeks ago, I knew instantly that I had struck real gold.And for the few weeks, we worked together, I found myself being tongue tied because Mr. Benson is a legend and he knows a lot of things.And it made me respect him more.“The director wants a word,” he tells me.“He does?” I ask cautiously.“You have a meeting,” he continues. “At two with her, myself and George Weller.”I fight back the irritated sigh. If George Weller is there, it means Fiorella is there too.Great!It's been weeks since we've spoken to each other. Fiorella has been so cold, and sarcastic, and I try my best to
~FIORELLA~I don’t sleep that night.My body lies still on the bed, but my mind refuses to shut down, replaying everything in fragments…..Lucas’s voice, the way Matteo said his name so casually, the subtle shift in the room that I felt more than I saw.By the time the sky begins to lighten, I’m already awake.Or maybe I never slept at all.Either way, I’m not wasting time.Since this is already a competition, then I don't stand behind.I arrive at the firm earlier than usual, earlier than everyone.Or at least, that’s what I expect.The hallway is quiet, the kind of silence that feels like power when you’re the only one occupying it. My heels click softly against the polished floor as I walk toward my office, my posture straight, my expression already set into that calm, untouchable mask I wear like second skin.But as I turn the corner, I stop, because his office light is on.For a brief second, I just stand there, staring, then my jaw tightens.Of course.O
~FIORELLA~My blood is boiling in anger as I walk back to my office.But by the time I get back to my office, my hands are steady again.My expression is composed and perfect now.But inside?Inside, something is spiraling.Because this isn’t just about a case.It’s not even about Lucas. It’s about what it means.A senior partner gave him something that was mine, without hesitation, without informing me, without trusting me to handle it.And that…That hits deeper than anything he said.I'm starting to be replaceable, and it's all because of that Lucas!!The word ‘Replaceable’ echoes in my mind like a curse.No, I won't allow that. I won't become replaceable.A knock comes on my door sharp and brief.“It's Matteo, Miss Fiorella.”I don’t respond immediately.“Come in,” I finally say He steps inside, scanning my table instantly with his eyes.He hesitates slightly before speaking. “Miss Fiorella, senior partner Josh, asked if you’ve seen the revised notes on the
Alessandro shouldn’t have come. Every instinct tells him to stay away.But curiosity, or maybe something darker…. drives him straight to the masquerade ball party.After what happened yesterday, he couldn’t stop thinking about them.The triplets.So he did what anyone with too much fear, curiosity,
~ELENA~Vincenzo doesn’t take his eyes off me as he shrugs off his jacket, tossing it carelessly onto my couch in the room.“Stand up,” he orders softly, but there’s no room for disobedience in his tone.My legs feel weak, but I obey, standing slowly from the bed.Riccard
~NICO~“Dad, I'm not quitting school. I love it there” I say angrily to my father.Vincenzo, Riccardo and I are in my father's private office and he called us for a meeting because he heard I was at Elena's school yesterday.Yes, I get that father has eyes everywhere but wh
~ELENA~The whispers multiply until it feels like the entire hallway has turned into a low hum of excitement.“Who is he? Does anyone know?”“They say he is doing his masters.”“I heard he's transferred.”“Transferred? He looks like he walked straight out of a magazine.”“D







