บททั้งหมดของ Vows Of Deception : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Luca’s POVI leaned back in the plush leather chair, my eyes flicking over the stacks of paperwork in front of me. Each piece represented a deal, a transaction, a power shift. But today, I couldn’t focus on any of it. My mind kept drifting back to her—Emma. The way she had looked at me earlier, that mix of fear and defiance that only made me want to claim her more. She was mine now, whether she wanted to admit it or not.But the tension between us had grown thicker. I could see it in the way she avoided my gaze, in the way she flinched every time I moved too close. It was a game, and she was playing it well. But I could see through the act. I always could. Emma would break. They all did.I stood up, the chair scraping against the marble floor with a soft hiss. My thoughts weren’t going to settle until I took control of the situation again. I couldn’t stand the idea of her slipping away, of her thoughts lingering on the life she once had. It was a distant memory now. This was her reali

Luca’s POVThe city sprawled beneath me like a glittering map of my empire. From this vantage point in the penthouse, I could see the lights flickering in the distance, the busy streets, and the occasional flash of luxury cars driving by—each a symbol of the wealth I had built. It had all come so effortlessly, like the smooth and calculated movements of a predator in the night. Everything I wanted, I took. And now, I had her.Emma.She stood at the far side of the room, her back turned to me as she stared out at the city, her body tense. I could feel the electricity in the air, the unsaid words, the tension that hung between us like a fragile thread. She didn’t want to admit it, but I knew she was drawn to me, even if she hated herself for it. She fought it every step of the way, but she was already mine. I could see it in the way she looked at me, the way her body responded to my presence.But that wasn’t enough for me. Not nearly enough.I had never been one to play fair. I had neve

Luca’s POVThe night was still young, but I could feel the weight of the tension between Emma and me. It had been building, slow and steady, for days now. She hated me, I could see it in her eyes every time she looked at me. But what she didn’t understand was that her resistance only made me more determined. The fire in her eyes, the defiance in her stance—she was the perfect challenge. And I loved a good challenge.But I wasn’t going to rush things. Patience, after all, was one of my greatest strengths.We sat across from each other at the private table, the soft glow of the candlelight casting flickering shadows across her face. She looked like she was a million miles away, her fingers playing with the stem of her wine glass, her eyes never quite meeting mine. I could tell she was trying to fight it—trying to resist me in any way she could. But deep down, I knew she couldn’t.Not when I had her exactly where I wanted her.“Do you like the view?” I asked, my voice low and smooth, lac

Luca’s POVThere’s a certain thrill that comes with control. Watching Emma fight against the current, clawing for the illusion of power in a world I already own, is a game I never tire of playing. She doesn’t understand yet, not fully. She sees the money, the extravagance, and thinks it’s arrogance. But arrogance has no place in my world—it’s a weakness. What I do is survival, and survival is never cheap.As we stepped into the penthouse, I felt her hesitation. Emma’s footsteps faltered, her resistance unspoken but palpable. She was trying to build walls, fortify herself against me, but it was pointless. My world is built on tearing walls down.“You’re quiet,” I said, watching her.She crossed her arms, a defensive stance I’d seen countless times before. “What do you want me to say? That I understand your philosophy? That I agree with you?”I smirked, shrugging off my jacket and tossing it onto the nearest chair. “I don’t expect you to agree with me. That’s not how this works.”Her ey

Luca’s POVThe soft sway of the yacht beneath my feet was the only thing grounding me as I stood at the edge of the deck, staring into the endless expanse of the ocean. Emma’s words lingered in the back of my mind, taunting me like a cruel echo. She didn’t need my protection? She had no idea how wrong she was.I swirled the glass of bourbon in my hand, the liquid catching the faint glow of the yacht’s extravagant lighting. The yacht itself was a masterpiece, built to flaunt wealth and power—one hundred and fifty feet of pure opulence. Every detail, from the custom Italian leather furnishings to the hand-carved mahogany railings, screamed excess.I didn’t do half-measures. Not in life, not in business, and certainly not in the game I was playing with Emma. She wanted to resist me? Fine. But she’d learn—everything had a price, and I was more than willing to pay it.I glanced back toward the main cabin, where I’d left her earlier. The memory of her standing there, defiant and vulnerable