Against all odds 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 121 - 챕터 130

Luca’s POVThe room was silent, except for the ticking of the clock that mocked me with every passing second. I leaned against the window, staring at the city lights below, each one flickering like a reminder of the choices I’d made. My chest felt heavy, weighed down by guilt and anger that refused to leave. No matter how much I tried, Elliott’s face and the pain in his eyes haunted me.I had never wanted things to spiral this far. When I first crossed that line with him, it was supposed to be nothing more than stolen moments, hidden away where no one could see. But the more I had of him, the more I craved. It was selfish, reckless, and yet impossible to stop. Now, everything felt like it was falling apart around us.My hands clenched at my sides as I thought about Cecilia. She had been part of this mess too, though none of us asked for it. Elliott had been forced into that marriage, and she had been forced to bear his distance. And me… I had been the one who crossed the boundary no o

Luca’s POVThe night felt heavier than usual, as though the city itself was holding its breath. I stood by the window of my apartment, staring at the skyline. Neon lights blurred in my vision, but my mind was locked on Elliott. Everything between us had been a cycle of tension, longing, and anger that neither of us could untangle. I couldn’t decide if fate was cruel or if we were just too stubborn to accept what we wanted.I dragged a hand through my hair, frustrated. Memories of him flickered in my head—the way he laughed when he forgot himself, the sharpness in his words when he wanted to push me away. He was fire, dangerous and consuming, but I kept stepping closer no matter how much it burned. I told myself I hated him. Yet my chest tightened each time his name echoed in my thoughts.Earlier that day, I saw him with Cecilia’s family again. The picture-perfect image they wanted for him, and he stood there, wearing the mask they forced on him. I knew that mask too well—it was the s

Luca’s POVThe city was quiet tonight, but my mind refused to be. I wandered the streets, letting the cool air bite at my skin, trying to shake the memories that haunted me. Elliott’s face kept appearing, uninvited, flashing in my mind at the worst moments. Every step I took felt heavier than the last, weighted by regrets I couldn’t fix.I had built walls around myself, brick by brick, telling myself I was done caring. But the truth was, I still felt everything. The anger, the betrayal, the longing—they were all tangled together, and no amount of distance could unravel them. Seeing him again, even from afar, had reopened wounds I thought had scabbed over.Work became my refuge, yet even that offered no solace. Every project I touched, every script I wrote, carried the echo of him. Characters whispered in his voice, scenes played out with his face in my mind. I told myself it was just inspiration, but I knew better. It was obsession, carefully masked as dedication.At night, I couldn’

Luca’s POVI watched him from across the gallery, my pulse quickening without permission. Elliott. Alive, real, standing there, and yet somehow distant. So many months had passed, yet seeing him now brought back everything I had tried to bury. Anger, longing, regret—all tangled in a knot too tight to undo.He didn’t move at first, just observed me like he was measuring how much of me remained. I stiffened, unsure if I should approach or retreat. My pride, my scars, my carefully built walls, they all threatened to push him away before he could even speak.The room felt smaller, tighter, as though the space between us existed only to torture me. Every laugh he had once drawn from me, every word we’d shared, now seemed like an echo in the walls. And yet, the ache in my chest told me he hadn’t been gone at all.I could feel his gaze linger, heavy and searching. I hated that it still affected me, hated that a single look could unravel the composure I had fought to maintain. Yet here he wa

Luca’s POVI saw him before I realized I was holding my breath. Elliott. Standing there, distant yet painfully familiar. My chest tightened, a mix of anger, longing, and disbelief twisting together. After months of running, of hiding, of convincing myself I was done, here he was.He didn’t approach. Not yet. Just standing, watching, waiting. That old, stubborn pride of his, the one I used to curse, was still there. And I hated it. And I loved it. Every part of him still held me captive, even after all this time.I remembered the lies, the jail, the silence, the betrayal I had believed for so long. And yet, seeing him now, I felt the old ache resurface. It was the same one that had haunted me in my quiet nights, the one that refused to be buried by success or distance.He took a step closer, cautious, measured. His eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, the world stopped. Every doubt, every plan, every carefully constructed wall crumbled. I realized then that no matter how much I trie