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Chapter Eighty-Five: The Silence
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Valerio's Secretary Chapter Eighty-Five: The Silence
Valerio's POVI stand at the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring out at the endless blue of the ocean, but I don’t see it. I see her face, flashes of all the expressions she has shown me over the months I’ve known her, and lastly the way she looked at me on the plane—cold, empty, done.I press my palm against the cool glass and close my eyes. Outside, the ocean stretches endlessly, blue and perfect. Inside, everything is white, gold trim, and quiet luxury that feels like a cage. Nonno’s guards stand just beyond the door, with more patrolling the grounds. Every moment, every phone call, every second of silence is reported back to him. This was supposed to be a vacation—a chance to relax, bond with Clara and prepare for the family we are about to start. Instead, it feels like exile. I can still hear Nonno's voice in my head: “Devi sistemare le cose. Prima che diventi troppo tardi.” (You need to fix things. Before it becomes too late.)But how do I fix something I have already broken? C
Valerio's Secretary Chapter Eighty-Four: The Comfort
Zara's POVI look up through the blur of tears, and Luca is standing there.His face shifts when he sees me—the sharp intake of breath, the way his eyes go wide for just a second before he masks it. He steps closer, crouching beside my chair, his hand hovering near my arm as if he is not sure whether to touch me."Zara," he says. "What happened?"I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. The tears are still falling, hot and relentless, and I can’t stop them. I can’t breathe. I can only sit here, in this chair, in this office, surrounded by the ghost of him.Luca doesn’t wait for an answer. He pulls the chair beside mine and sits down, angling his body toward me. His voice is low, gentle. "Tell me."I shake my head. I can’t. If I say it out loud, it becomes real, and I have to accept that he chose her. That he left me and that the past of us is gone forever."Zara." Luca's holds my hands, his grip warm and steady. "You can talk to me. I am your friend. I have always been your f
Valerio's Secretary Chapter Eighty-Three: The Aftermath
Zara's POVI hear him before I hear Luca.His footsteps are heavy, dragging against the hallway floor. They stop outside my door. I sit up in bed, my heart pounding. He is here…he came back.I hear him slide down against the door, his ragged breathing coming through the door. I hear the weight of him pressing against the wood. I press my palm to my chest, trying to steady myself.‘Open the door. Just open the door. Let him in. Let him explain.’I don’t move.Minutes pass, maybe longer; I don’t know. I just sit there, staring at the door, feeling him on the other side of it. I want to open it and believe him. I want to let him hold me and tell me it was all a mistake.I can’t. My hands are clenched in my lap, the tears are already falling. I press my fist to my mouth to keep from making a sound. I want to confront him and scream at him. I want to ask him why he did this to me.I’m rooted to my bed.Then I hear Luca's voice, low and urgent. He says something I can’t catch. I hear V
Valerio's Secretary Chapter Eighty-Two: The Breakfast
Valerio's POVI’ve barely slept.Everything feels too wrong—the bed is too soft, the room too quiet, the silence too loud. I lie on my back, staring at the ceiling, the weight of everything pressing down on me. Nonno's words echo in my head. Devi sistemare le cose. Prima che diventi troppo tardi. (You need to fix things. Before it becomes too late.)I don’t know how to fix anything.Gray light filters through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the room. I drag myself out of bed, my body heavy, my mind numb, and dress in a dark shirt and trousers, run a hand through my hair, and walk toward the dining room.Nonno is already there.He is seated at the head of the long table, a cup of espresso in his hand, his posture straight and commanding. The table is set with fresh bread, cheeses, cured meats, and fruit, the smell of coffee filling the air. It’s a tradition to always have breakfast together with the family when we’re all here. But today, it feels like a trial."Siediti,"
Valerio's Secretary Chapter Eighty-One: The Nonno
Valerio's POVI am still sitting on the cold floor outside her door when Luca approaches me.The tears have dried on my cheeks. The hallway is dark and silent, and the only sound is the faint hum of the building's heating. I don’t know how long I have been here. Might be minutes, hours, It does not matter. I am not going anywhere."Valerio." Luca's voice is low, urgent. I don’t look up. "Valerio, get up.""I can’t leave.""You have to. Security just called. Your grandfather arrived from Italy. He is at the estate."I freeze. The words cut through the fog of my despair like a blade. My grandfather—Nonno.He is the only person who can look at me and see through every mask, every lie, every carefully constructed wall. He built this empire, shaped me into the man I am and he will not hesitate to tear me apart if he thinks I have lost my way."Valerio." Luca crouches down beside me. "You can’t ignore him. You know that."I close my eyes and think about Zara on the other side of this door,
Valerio's Secretary Chapter Eighty: The Realization
Valerio's POVThe drive from the airport is silent. I sit in the back of the car, my head against the window, watching the city blur past. I left her at the tarmac and walked away without looking back. I told myself it was the right thing to do.But I guess I am wrong.I close my eyes, and I see her face. I see the way she stepped around my hand on the boat, the way she sat at the far end, staring at the horizon, refusing to look at me. I see the way her floral dress fluttered in the breeze, the way her hair was tied up in a bun, exposing the elegant line of her neck that I had kissed just hours before.I feel the weight of everything pressing down on me—the storm, the candlelight, her perfect skin beneath my fingers, the way she told me she loved me without saying the words.And then the way she looked at me on the plane, cold and empty. Done.My phone buzzes, but I ignore it. It buzzes again, and again. I glance at the screen. A message from a business partner, “Congratulations.” A
Valerio's Secretary Chapter 25: The Morning After
Zara’s POVThe morning after the gala feels like waking up from a fever dream.My body still remembers every moment, Valerio’s hand firm on my lower back as we danced, the way his breath brushed my ear when he whispered about the old photo, the heat in his eyes every time they found me across the c
Valerio's Secretary Chapter Twenty: The Photograph
Valerio’s POVThe office felt too quiet after Zara left. Her presence still lingers everywhere; at her desk, in the air, in the way the chair was slightly pushed back like she had left in a hurry. I sit down in her seat, leaning back, trying to make sense of the storm raging inside my head.These f
Valerio's Secretary Chapter Five: The Touch
Zara’s POVThe apartment is quiet when I finally push the door open a little after ten. The living room lamp casts a soft yellow glow over the second-hand couch and the small pile of toy cars scattered across the rug. Mrs. Rivera looked up from her knitting, smiling that gentle, knowing smile she a
Valerio's Secretary Chapter Four: The Cage
Zara’s POV My feet are killing me by the time the clock hit eight-thirty, but I keep typing. The Harrington proposal stares back at me from the screen, marked up with more red ink than black. Valerio had thrown three more files at me after lunch, each one more complex than the last. He was testing
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