Semua Bab Beautiful But Unlucky : Bab 41 - Bab 50

”Calvin’s POVThe lights in the Deva ballroom twinkled like a thousand low-hung stars. Music poured through the speakers, soft jazz brushing along the edges of laughter and clinking glasses.It was a celebration - a beautiful lie made to look like the truth.The Herald Drinks campaign was over. And it had been a success in every language. Every market. Every city.And Silvia Moretti…She wasn’t just the face. She was the fire that carried the whole thing into legend.I stood at the edge of the marble-floored dance space, one hand wrapped around a glass of aged scotch, the other in my pocket.Silvia was laughing at a table with Anora, Charlotte, Sarah, and Reynold.God, she was radiant.Her hair flowed down her back in loose, elegant waves. Her dress was black silk, backless, shimmering every time she moved. Her laugh - free, bold, messy - was a sound I’d memorized without meaning to.And I couldn’t take it anymore.Not pretending.Not holding back.Not loving her from a distance whil

Silvia’s POV---I woke with a heaviness in my chest.Not from sleep.From everything else.The satin sheets tangled at my legs felt colder than usual. The sunlight pouring through the gauzy curtains didn’t reach the numb places in me.My eyes drifted to the ring.It sat on the nightstand like a quiet ghost, the diamond catching soft light, throwing prisms on the walls.A symbol. A promise.But it didn’t feel like mine.It felt like a brand.A reminder that last night wasn’t what I wanted it to be. That it wasn’t real.My fingers brushed over the velvet band.He had knelt. Said all the right things. Set the scene like it was crafted from my dreams - moonlight, jazz, wine.And a hidden camera.My stomach twisted.I had let myself believe. Let myself ache for something more. Something beyond contracts and staged affection.But the flash…The click.His smile after.And the way he didn’t even flinch.He must’ve planned it. He had to.I closed my eyes, ashamed of how easily I had crumbled

Silvia Pov---“Take care, Dad. Thanks for the wishes.”I smiled softly as I held the phone close to my ear.A familiar chuckle echoed through the line, deep and warm with that unmistakable Milanese accent I missed more often than I admitted.“Always, tesoro mio,” he replied, his voice smoothing over my nerves like velvet. Then softer - slower - he added, “Ti amo.”I closed my eyes. “Ti amo anche io.”There was a pause. Then a grin I could feel through the phone.“Remember to visit soon. With Eliza. A family dinner is long overdue.” A beat. “And bring that little boy Calvin when you're coming. He’s family now too, sì?”My breath caught.I looked down at the ring.It sparkled too brightly. Like it knew how fake it was.My father - my father - thought this was real. Thought I was engaged. Thought he’d be giving his toast at a wedding that would never mean anything more than ink and obligation.What would he say if I told him?That it was all a lie? That the boy he just called family was

Silvia's POVI was done.Done with the emotional highs that tricked me into hope, and the devastating lows that always followed like a cruel lover's shadow.Done with fake smiles that cracked my soul, and the late-night tears that soaked the pillow like confession.All I had ever wanted was something simple. Real.Love.But men like Philip, and now Calvin - they didn’t offer love. They offered ownership dressed in charm. Shackles wrapped in silk.Philip locked me in a gilded cage, stripped away my name, erased my career, and called it marriage. Calvin? Calvin offered me a contract. Legal bondage disguised as partnership.And like the idiot I was, I stepped into it. Again.The ring on my finger didn’t feel like a promise. It felt like a collar. A lie carved in diamonds.Because when I asked the one question that mattered - "Is this still a game, Calvin, or is it real?"He hesitated.And that told me everything.The weight of it all came crashing down at once. The lie to my father. The

POV: CalvinThe air was still heavy with the scent of her skin and the aftershock of what we’d just done. My palm still tingled where her waist had curved beneath it, her lips swollen from my kisses. And yet, the moment the door to Silvia’s room opened, I knew our afterglow wasn’t going to last long.Justin and Eliza were curled on the couch like they’d been waiting for the encore of a forbidden love drama. The flicker of the TV glowed blue across their amused faces, but it was Justin who turned to look at us first.He winked.I sent him a glare sharp enough to slice marble, but it only made him grin wider. Silvia, standing beside me, went beet red. Her high cheekbones flushed a deeper hue, and she ducked slightly behind my arm like she could disappear completely.“Morning, lovebirds,” Eliza said in a singsong voice, crossing one leg over the other. “Enjoy your... stretch?”Silvia groaned, covering her face with both hands. “Oh my God, Eliza.”“Just trying to break the ice,” Eliza re