《To Kill or To Love You》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

Sofia’s POVThe morning light sliced through the blinds, too bright for the few hours of sleep I’d managed. My coffee steamed beside my laptop, bitter and black, just how I liked it. Shadow was curled up on the windowsill, tail flicking lazily, oblivious to the weight of the war I was planning.I typed Moretti Global Holdings into the search bar, my fingers tapping with the same focus and calmness they used to pull a trigger. Pages upon pages of results filled the screen, news articles, financial reports, charity galas. All polished and well written. A perfect façade.Roberto Moretti, a monster in a suit, patriarch, kingmaker, the man at the top of the chain that had strangled my family twelve years ago. I’d been dismantling his empire piece by piece, one alliance, one “accident” at a time. But I’d always been on the outside, watching and waiting.Roberto Moretti’s empire was a fortress, guarded not just by men with guns, but by influence and money. The Moretti name had a way of swal

Leonardo's POV The Moretti mansion rose ahead of me, its pale stone catching the early sun in a way that made it look almost regal. I stepped out of the SUV, gravel crunching under my shoes. The air was sharp, the kind of morning where every sound felt amplified. Inside, the cool scent of polished wood mixed with the faint bitterness of espresso drifting from the dining hall.My father was already seated at the long table, a folded newspaper to his right, untouched toast to his left. As usual, my mother wasn’t there. She preferred her mornings away from discussions about the family business.“You’re late,” he said, not looking up from his coffee.“I had an early call,” I replied, sliding into the chair opposite him. “HR finalized the shortlist for the secretary position.”“And?”“Four applicants. All with clean records and strong recommendations.”He finally met my gaze, dark eyes sharp as ever. “Skill isn’t enough, Leonardo. You need someone you can trust. Someone who understands th

Sofia's POV It was Monday, I was ready, I was going to the war front, I can't afford to be unprepared. I arrived fifteen minutes early. In this place, lateness wasn’t just unprofessional, and for me, on my first day? it would be cancellation. Suicide. The glass towers of Moretti Global Holdings gleamed against the morning sun, tall enough to scrape the sky, cold enough to mirror the steel beating at its core, soundless, almost suffocating. I stood alone in the mirrored box, studying myself, searching for cracks. None. I wouldn’t allow it. My heart might have been racing beneath my ribs, but my expression was ice.When the doors slid open, I inhaled once, steady, before stepping onto the floor that would become my battlefield.Today wasn’t just the start of a job. It was the first move in a war I’d been planning for twelve yearsA woman in a crisp gray suit was waiting for me just outside the elevator, all polished smiles and rehearsed warmth. “Miss Martins? Welcome to Moretti Global

Sofia’s POV I pushed the apartment door open with more force than I intended, the weight of his words still circling in my head ‘why does your face look familiar?’ That single sentence stayed with me throughout the entire day, refusing to leave my head even as I dropped my bag by the couch.My heels came off first, I kicked them aside, peeling the tight fabric of my blazer from my shoulders. The silence of my small apartment was a relief after the suffocating hours in that fortress of a company, in his presence, but it wasn’t enough to quiet the echo of his voice. Why would he say that? Why did it matter so much?Did the mask slip?In the kitchen, I set water to boil while pulling leftovers from the fridge. Pasta from last night, still in its container. I slid it into the microwave, mechanically going through the motions, but my mind wasn’t here. It was back in that office, in the way his eyes searched me as though he could peel away every layer I’d built, that can't and wouldn't happ

Sofia’s POVI hated mornings. Not because of the early hour, but because every sunrise reminded me of the years I’d lost, the faces I’d buried. Still, I walked into Moretti Global with steady heels and a folder tucked beneath my arm, ready to play the role I’d perfected. Secretary. Assistant. Their nemesis, All while standing in front of the one man between me and everything—Leonardo Moretti. I was the first to arrive at the office, I wanted to be early to know and see this company for myself, look around. Maria told me the other the she was showing me and around and introducing me to the office that Leonardo doesn't take anything in the morning which was weird, quite challenging and so unlike other CEOs worked with, although I have never had the need to go through my targets’ heir to get the the company to ruins. All I need to do was a cup of coffee or tea or whatever they are drinking to know who and what I'm dealing with. Well, apparently Mr Difficult is indeed different.But the