เข้าสู่ระบบ~LUCAS~When Fiorella asked me to take full control and how she surrender herself to me, I simply stare at her.I don't think I've ever been more surprised by anything Fiorella has said.Those words keep echoing through my head, and somehow they feel more powerful than they should.Because this is Fiorella.Fiorella, who argues with everyone.Fiorella, who walks into a room like she owns it.Fiorella, who would rather bite her tongue off than admit she needs anyone.And then she looked at me with those beautiful eyes, willingly placing herself in my hands…. completely trusting me.My chest tightens.I don't want to hurt that trust.I want to protect it.So I leaned closer, brushing a strand of hair away from her face, and asked her if she's sure, and when she nodded positively, I searched her expression for even the smallest hint of hesitation.There wasn't one, and something inside me shifted.Soon, the playful man disappeared, replaced by something darker
~FIORELLA~We're still kissing on the bed when Lucas suddenly breaks the kiss.I look up at him in confusion, and he's smiling naughtily at him.Hmmmmm…..that naughty smile.I wonder what he's up to.“You said you want to surrender yourself to me, right?” He smirks at me. “Have you changed your mind?”“No,” I reply. “I haven't changed my mind.”“Good girl. Now, I'm going to take full control,” he says, still smirking. “When it gets too much, feel free to ask me to stop.”I chuckle at that.How dominant and controlling can Lucas be to make me ask him to stop??Me of all people??He sits up on the bed and moves to the edge, then points to the floor in front of him.“Stand here,” he orders.His voice is surprisingly low and commanding, that I scurry off the bed to stand in his front immediately.His hands rises to my hips and pulls me closer between his spread thighs.I'm now standing between his thighs, and without thinking, I move my fingers through his hair lovi
~FIORELLA~“Go ahead. Answer your call,” I tell Lucas.“Fiorella….” he calls as his eyebrows lift.“No, seriously.” I wave my hand dismissively. “Go ahead.”The phone continues ringing between us.“I'm sure she won't appreciate being ignored,” I tell him.He looks down at the screen again the same time I fold my arms across my chest.“Actually, you two would look really good together,” I say, and his eyes snap back to mine.I smile, but it’s probably the fakest smile I've ever worn.“Clara and Lucas.” I nod thoughtfully. “It has a nice ring to it.”“Fiorella,” he says in a warning tone.“You should answer her,” I say again, completely ignoring the tone in his voice.He stares at me, but I turn away before he can see exactly how much this bothers me.Because I hate this.I hate the sudden twisting sensation in my stomach.I hate the jealousy crawling beneath my skin.And most of all, I hate that I have absolutely no right to feel this way.I just confessed th
~FIORELLA~I have never felt this exposed in my entire life.Not when I've stood in front of a courtroom full of people waiting for me to fail.Not when I've walked into a room filled with men twice my age and made them listen to me.Nothing compares to standing in front of Lucas and admitting that I've fallen in love with him.Never in my life did I ever think of confessing my feelings to a MAN first.What more?? I just confessed my feelings to a man I know absolutely nothing about….not even his family, his friends, his childhood, where he's from….Now, I'm standing in front of that MAN after doing the unthinkable.My heart is pounding so violently that I'm almost convinced he can hear it.He doesn't say anything. He just stares at me.And somehow, his silence is worse than anything he could have said.I swallow.“Say something, Lucas.”But he says nothing. His eyes remain fixed on mine.“You're making me nervous, Lucas.” I shift uncomfortably.That finally s
~LUCAS~For several seconds, I genuinely forget how to breathe.‘Bisexual.’The word keeps repeating inside my head, almost refusing to settle into something I can understand.I stare at Fiorella, and she doesn't look away this time.There is no teasing smile on her lips. No arrogance. No challenge in her eyes.Just vulnerability.And somehow, seeing her like this affects me more than the confession itself.“You're bisexual,” I repeat quietly, and she nods positively.I let out a breath and drag a hand over my face.I don't even know what I was expecting her to say.Maybe I was expecting her to laugh and tell me I had misunderstood everything.Maybe I was expecting her to say Juliette was just a friend.Maybe I was expecting her to deny everything because, honestly, some part of me desperately wanted her to.Instead, she has looked me directly in the eyes and admitted it.I swallow.“So…” I pause, struggling to find the right words. “Why?”Her eyebrows draw t
~FIORELLA~I almost stop breathing when I hear Lucas mention Juliette.Lucas watches my face. And suddenly, everything makes sense.The phone, his expression at the table, the silence in the car, the way he avoided looking at me.My stomach drops.“You…” My voice barely comes out. “You read it?”He doesn't answer immediately. He looks away, then back at me.“Yes, Fiorella.”My lips part. “You actually read my message?”“I saw the notification,” he replies.“That doesn't mean you read it. You have no right reading my message!” I yell at him.“Well, I did,” he shrugs. “I'm sorry I read your message, but I'm glad I actually read it. Unless, I would have been in the dark for long.”My face burns.“How much did you read?” I ask.His jaw clenches. “Enough.”“Enough? What does that mean?” I ask.“It means I saw Juliette's name.” He pauses. “And I saw what she wrote. I read the nasty and naughty text.”I feel the blood drain from my face.“I wasn't trying to snoop through your phone. It was ju
~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
~NICO~The moment my fist connects with Alessandro’s jaw, the sound is louder than I expect. A sharp crack that silences even the shrieks around us.He stumbles, spits blood, and collapses onto the floor.The crowd roars….half in shock, half in awe. Phones are out, cap
Alessandro stands in the middle of his father’s office, tall and impassive, hands in his pockets, face unreadable. His black shirt clings to his frame, sleeves rolled to the elbows, veins prominent, tattoos peeking at his wrists. The room is thick with tension.Behind the heavy mahogany desk sits







