All Chapters of Luciano: Entrapped By My StepBrother's Sin: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Knock.Knock.The knocks came again—sharper this time… louder, as if it meant to tear apart the silence.Luciano’s breath hitched, his jaw tensing as his eyes remained locked with Noora’s. Neither of them moved. The silence was no longer intimate but it had turned razor sharp, like something balanced on the edge of a blade.Then came the voice.“Luciano?” It was Charles. “Open up.”Noora’s body jolted in his arms.Luciano immediately pulled back, fingers tightening once around her waist before he let go. His eyes, still storm-dark with desire, scanned her flushed, tangled form; hair mussed, lips swollen, the scent of their sin lingering in the air.“Hide,” he said, the word low and dangerous. “Now.”Noora didn’t ask where. She didn’t have time. She turned silently, slipping behind the heavy velvet curtain by the tall window… her breath shallow, chest rising and falling in silent panic.Just in time.Bang. Bang.Another knock. Sharper.Luciano turned and opened the door slightly… just

The heavy mansion doors slammed shut behind them; the sound cracking through the morning like a loaded gun.Noora stumbled as Luciano pulled her across the stone path toward the waiting cars. Her heels scraped against the gravel. Her fury was bubbling beneath her skin with every forceful tug of his hand.She wasn’t some doll to be yanked around.“Let go of me,” she hissed under her breath, struggling against his grip. But his fingers were like an unyielding, cruel iron around her wrist. The black car gleamed ahead. The driver stood by the open door, straight-backed, and beside him stood Luciano’s bodyguard, silent but watchful. With one final yank, Noora twisted violently and tore her arm from his grasp. Pain seared through her skin. He’d held on so tightly it felt like a bruise was already forming.She turned to him, eyes wild, chest heaving.“Are you out of your mind?” she exploded. “Why did you do that…in front of everyone?!”Luciano slowly turned his head toward her, his express

A slow, almost lazy smile tugged at Vassiliki’s lips.“Unexpected,” he said, voice low and laced with something perilous, “but…pleasant. Your assistant put on quite the show. I found it refreshingly entertaining.”Silence fell.But it wasn’t peace.It was the kind of silence that fractures glass.That explodes beneath the surface.A tension thick enough to choke, rippling through the space like a storm cloud pregnant with thunder.Not a word spoken but the air screamed rivalry.Power.This was what it looked like when two powerful heirs stared each other down.Two lions circling the same terrain. One American. One European. Titans wrapped in tailored suits.And then standing between them like a forgotten object, Noora finally realized who exactly had offered her a ride.Vasiliki…Icarus Vasiliki.The heir of ACME Corp.Europe’s golden prince.A man whispered about in boardrooms and worshipped by Wall Street. The very name that sends ripples through the markets, is now standing calm, e

“Luciano?!!”“Noora?!!”Lucas’s voice broke through like a crack in glass. Shaken. Rattled. Too soft for anger, too hollow for comfort.Then came Cindy’s voice, sweet and sharp all at once.“Oh, my goodness. What was happening?” she gasped, eyes wide with exaggerated shock. “What’s this? I hope it’s some misunderstanding and not what I think it is. Is it?”Silence.Luciano didn’t speak.Didn’t flinch.Didn’t move.His fury had morphed into something colder… emptier. His entire being radiated one thing; he’d been interrupted… Again!And if there was one thing he hated more than anything, it was that. Being interrupted when he hadn’t finished.Noora’s stomach twisted.Her throat closed.Lucas was staring at her.And not the way he usually did. Not with soft eyes. Not with that warm, boyish tenderness that made her feel safe.No. His eyes now were different.Accusing. Betrayed. Hurt.Something that he didn’t deserve to look at her with yet still did.Like she’d broken something sacred be

The air inside the office was charged before the door even shut.Lucas was brimming with questions; his jaw tight, body thrumming with unspoken tension. But the confrontation he had prepared with so much fire was swiftly doused.Because sitting on the edge of Luciano’s polished oak table like a king on his throne was Icarus Vasiliki with his legs crossed, blazer draped over his shoulders with casual elegance, a leather-bound book in hand like he had all the time in the world and owned every second of it.As the door clicked shut behind them, Icarus didn't bother looking up immediately. Only when he slipped in a worn bookmark and closed the book with a soft snap did he lift his cool, amused gaze.“Took you long enough,” he said lazily, setting the book beside him.Luciano’s smirk was automatic. Polished. Dangerous.“Well,” he replied smoothly, “every entertaining thing is high maintenance. My assistant needed… a little repairing. My apologies.”Icarus chuckled, his voice rich, smooth a