Mag-log in~MARCELLA~“Lucas Santis, are you ready for me?” I ask teasingly.He nods and smiles sheepishly at me.“Yes, temptress Marcella,” he says, returning the same energy.Yes! I'm loving this energy from him.I push him gently to sit on the bed.“Marcella, I'm so curious. What do you want to do?” He asks.“Just sit back and enjoy the view. I want to make you horny and fucking hard, baby,” I whisper in his ears.And I feel him shiver.My goodness! I'm loving this.I have never been with a man so naive and innocent like Lucas.And somehow, I like it as I'm the one in control.I step back from Lucas, and just then my favorite music comes up.I take two sips of my wine before putting it away again.Shit, my nerves are rippling through me, and my belly is fluttering.I have never done this before.I have never danced naked in front of anyone before.But with Lucas, I'm ready to try it out.I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and switch to my dirty self.And oh, the wine
~MARCELLA~Is this really happening??No…..scratch that.This is happening.Lucas just asked me out… and I said yes.I’m still smiling like an idiot when it hits me—hard and sudden, like a spark catching fire inside my chest.Tonight has to be special.No… not just special.Perfect.My eyes light up, and before I can even stop myself, I grab his wrist, excitement bubbling out of me.“We’re recreating it,” I blurt out.He blinks. “Recreating… what?”“The first time we met,” I say, grinning now….wide, mischievous, full of energy I can’t contain. “At the club.”His brows lift slightly, confusion flickering across his face.But I don’t give him time to question it.“Don’t move!” I point at him dramatically before spinning around and rushing out of the room.My heart is racing….not from nerves this time, but from pure excitement.God, I feel alive.I practically run all through, my footsteps echoing as I head straight for the kitchen. I yank open the cabinet, grabbing a
~MARCELLA~Is this really happening??Is Lucas really proposing to me and asking me to be his girlfriend??For a second… I can’t breathe.Not because I don’t know the answer.But because of the way he asked.Lucas didn’t just ask me to be his girlfriend.He offered me everything he is… like it’s something small.Like it’s not the most real, most terrifyingly honest thing anyone has ever placed in my hands.My chest tightens, and then…suddenly….it bursts.A rush of warmth. Of happiness. Of something so overwhelming it almost makes me laugh and cry at the same time.Oh my God.He actually asked me out.He wants me.My eyes sting slightly as I stare at him.This boy… standing in front of me like he’s about to be rejected.Like I might laugh.Like I might walk away.Like I haven’t been completely, hopelessly his for longer than I want to admit.My lips part, but no words come out at first—not because I don’t have an answer…But because I have too many.“Lucas…” I
~LUCAS~I don’t know how long I just sit there after she asks me that question.Why do you keep pushing me away?It sounds so simple when she says it.Like the answer should be easy.Like it shouldn’t feel like I’m about to rip something open inside my chest just to give it to her.My hands are still, the lotion forgotten in my palm. My heart… isn’t. It’s beating too fast. Too loud. Like it’s trying to escape.And when I finally look up at her…God.Marcella is looking at me like she actually cares about the answer.Like whatever I say next matters.That’s what scares me the most.I swallow hard, dragging a hand through my hair, exhaling slowly.“You really want to know?” I ask again, even though she already said yes.She nods.No teasing this time. No games.Just her….. waiting.That’s what breaks me.I let out a quiet, humorless laugh, shaking my head slightly.“You’re not going to like it,” I mutter.“I’ll decide that,” she says softly.God.I close my eyes
~MARCELLA~I don’t even hesitate.I start unbuttoning my shirt slowly and deliberately.One button…Two…And just like I expected….“Jesus—!”Lucas shuts his eyes so fast it’s almost impressive.I burst out laughing.Not just a small laugh, no…I laugh hard. Full-on, uncontrollable laughter, clutching my stomach as I bend forward slightly.“You didn’t even try!” I gasp between laughs. “Lucas, you didn’t even last two seconds!”“I told you not to….!” he snaps, eyes still tightly shut. “Marcella, what is wrong with you?!”“Oh my God,” I laugh again, shaking my head. “You’re actually unbelievable.”I step closer, and he stiffens immediately.“Open your eyes,” I tease, circling him slowly. “Come on… just a peek.”“No.”“Lucas… Come on…Don't you want to see how sexy I look?” I tease him seductively.“No,” he says firmly.I grin wider. “You’re scared.”“I’m not scared,” he protest.“Then open your eyes,” I tell him softly.“I said no,” he insists.I lean in slightl
~LUCAS~Marcella is already looking at my body.Not just looking, but admiring too.Like I’m some kind of exhibit in a museum she paid full attention to.“Lucas…” she says softly, almost like she’s tasting my name.I freeze.“What?” I ask cautiously.She stands up slowly and starts walking toward me with no hesitation and no shame…just confidence.For some minutes, I contemplated running back into the bathroom and locking myself inside.Her eyes don’t leave my body.“This…” she gestures vaguely at me, “…is unfair.”I blink.“Unfair?” I repeat.She stops right in front of me, her gaze dropping again….this time more openly.“Do you even know how well built you are?” she asks.My brain glitches.“I—what?”“You…” she exhales, almost like she’s impressed. “You’ve been hiding all this under your clothes?”I choke.“I’m not hiding anything!”“Oh, you are,” she counters immediately, standing up slowly. “This is very much hidden treasure behavior.”“What does that even m
~MARCELLA~The footsteps stop behind me.Too close.I don’t turn immediately. I know that trick. I let men announce themselves, let them fill the silence with ego before I decide what they’re worth.But this silence feels… wrong.“Hey,” the second guy says, voice low, familiar
~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
~MARCELLA~I take one slow step closer to him, letting the bass roll through my body.I stop just close enough for him to smell my perfume—warm, sweet, dangerous.Up close, he’s even better. Sharp jaw. Long lashes. Lips that look like they’ve never learned how to beg. Calm eyes that don’t rush me, d
~ELENA~“My daughter belongs to all of them,” I announce.Laughter breaks out—low, cruel, disbelieving.“Daughters?” one of them repeats. “You expect us to believe three men fathered three identical children?”“Yes,” I reply boldly.Outrage erupts.“That’s perversion!”“Th







