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Adrian’s Pov The tension in the courtyard was suffocating, every pair of eyes fixed on Armano as he considered Leonardo's proposal. The silence stretched until it felt like a physical weight pressing down on my shoulders. Finally, Armano's weathered face broke into what might have been called a smile, though it held no warmth."Interesting," he said, his voice carrying across the assembled family with the authority of a man accustomed to absolute obedience. "Very interesting indeed."He rose from his throne-like chair, moving towards me"Adrian has been given a privilege," he announced, his words carrying the weight of a royal decree. "Our grandfather would be proud to see what becomes of this family now that I'm free." His dark eyes found mine across the distance. "If Adrian becomes vice president of the Moretti Group, he will be positioned to become head of this family."A collective intake of breath rippled through the assembled crowd. I felt my heart hammering against my ribs, th

Adrian’s POV“If you want to chicken out, you still have time to, you could just stay forever as Isabelle’s husband.”He had brought the idea of taking over the Moretti’s estate, and now he was talking about dropping that whole idea?I struggled to free my hand from his grip but I wasn’t successful, “let go of me.”He stared into my eyes and then muttered, “Why don’t you stand properly first?” Only then did I realize that if he hadn't held me back, I would have hit my foot against the flower pot that was left in front of the door as soon as I walked in. “Thanks.”He walked away instantly and didn’t question me further. I entered the closet after freshening up.Suddenly there was a soft, persistent beeping that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. I froze, my hand halfway to pulling a shirt from its hanger.The sound was faint but insistent, like a smoke detector with a dying battery. I walked back out into the bedroom, following the noise, and sure enough, it got lou

Adrian Pov The neon lights of Club Pink blurred into streaks of electric blue and magenta as I stumbled through the crowded entrance, my head still spinning from Leonardo’s revelations. The bass from the sound system pounded through the floor and up into my chest, each beat matching the chaotic rhythm of my thoughts. I needed to disappear, to drown out the competing voices in my head that kept replaying two different versions of my mother’s death.*She was a spy who abandoned you.* *She died protecting you.* *She loved Leonardo.* *She was loyal to Liliana.*The contradictions circled in my mind like vultures, picking apart every certainty I’d ever held about my identity, my family, my place in this world of blood and betrayal. I pushed through the sweating bodies on the dance floor, ignoring the curious looks from people who recognized me. The last thing I needed was to end up in tomorrow’s gossip columns, but I was beyond caring about appearances.The bartender at Club Pink knew me

Nikolai’s POVI was a man who calculated risks the way others calculated math. Every decision weighed, every outcome analyzed, every possibility mapped out before I moved. Control had been my shield for thirty-three years. But yet I made a mistake. Adrian was my first foolish mistake.The fire crackled in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the guest house walls. Rain drummed against the windows matching the thundering of my pulse. Across from me, Adrian sat wrapped in my clothes, his dark hair still damp from the storm. He looked younger somehow, vulnerable in a way that made my chest tighten with emotions I couldn’t afford.When had I become this man? When had Nikolai Volkov been reduced to someone who risked it all, his nieces happiness for a few stolen moments?The answer was simple: the moment I’d first kissed him.Everything since then had been elaborate self-deception. I’d told myself we could manage this. That somehow, despite his marriage and his child and his enti

Adrian’s POVIsabelle’s accusation hung in the air like smoke, but something in her expression suddenly softened. She looked away from me, running her fingers through her dark hair with a weary sigh.“I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “I shouldn’t have said that. I’m just… tired and emotional with everything happening with Mother, and the baby, and all the family stress.” She moved toward the window, putting distance between us. “Forget I said anything.”The shift was so sudden it left me reeling. One moment she was confronting me about my sexuality, the next she was apologizing and backing down as if the conversation had never happened.“Isabelle—”“No, really. I was out of line.” She turned back to me with a forced smile. “You’re right to keep your distance sometimes. This family can be overwhelming, and you’ve been nothing but supportive through everything. I shouldn’t question your friendships or your work relationships.”I stood there uncertain, watching her retreat from the confron