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STOLEN BY THE DON의 모든 챕터: 챕터 101 - 챕터 110

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THE TRUTH BENEATH THE MASK

Luca didn't sleep that night. He sat in his study, staring at documents he couldn't process, replaying the conversation with Sienna on an endless loop."Prove it by Making her leave."And he couldn't. Even knowing Serena was empty, even understanding he was losing Sienna, he couldn't make the choice.A soft knock interrupted his spiraling thoughts. He knew who it was before she spoke."Luca?" Serena's voice, gentle and concerned. "I saw the light under your door. Are you alright?""Come in," Luca said, too exhausted to maintain distance.Serena entered, wearing a silk robe over nightclothes, her platinum hair loose around her shoulders. She looked ethereal in the dim light exactly like the angel from his fantasies and that similarity made him feel sick."You look terrible," she observed, settling into the chair across from his desk. "What happened?""Sienna's leaving," Luca said flatly. "Tomorrow morning. She's done waiting for me to choose her."Something flickered in Serena's expre

DON'T TRY TO COMFORT ME

"Then what do you want?" Serena asked, echoing Sienna's earlier question. "Really? Strip away justifications and obligations and noble reasons. What do you actually want?"Luca opened his mouth, but no answer came. Because he didn't know. Or he did know but couldn't admit it, that some terrible part of him wanted exactly what Serena described. He wanted both, wanted fantasy and reality, wanted to be the hero saving the angel while also being the man who chose authentic connection.Wanted to have his obsession validated while claiming to have grown beyond it."You can't answer," Serena observed. "Because the truth is too ugly. You'd rather lose Sienna than admit you're still obsessed with me. You'd rather destroy something real than release something empty. That's who you are, Luca. That's who you've always been.""Get out," Luca said quietly."Why?" Serena asked, not moving. "Because I'm telling you truths you don't want to hear? Because I'm showing you exactly how I've been manipul

GHOST IN THE GALLERY

Three days after leaving the estate, Sienna stood in her old studio apartment, surrounded by boxes she hadn't unpacked and couldn't bring herself to touch. The space felt smaller than she remembered. Dingier. The water-stained ceiling, the radiator that clanked through the night, the view of a brick wall instead of the sea, all the flaws she'd once accepted as a character now felt suffocating. Or maybe she'd just changed. Maybe three months in a beautiful prison had ruined her for normal life. Her phone buzzed. Another message from Claire, her artist friend who'd been covering her bills while she was "away." "Gallery opening tonight. You promised you'd come. Please don't bail. People are asking about you." Sienna stared at the message. She'd forgotten about the opening, a group show at a small gallery in Brooklyn. She'd submitted pieces months ago, before Luca, before everything. Before her life had imploded in the most predictable way possible. She should stay home. Sho

BECOMING DIFFERENT

"Of course you don't," Serena agreed. "He kidnapped you, held you captive, and chose his obsession over you repeatedly. You owe him nothing but he thinks he owes you everything. I think the only way to honor what you gave him is to destroy what he was and become something different." "Something different like what?" Sienna asked. "I don't think he knows yet," Serena admitted. "Just not a mafia Don, not a man who kidnaps women and calls it fate. Not someone who sacrifices real relationships for empty fantasy, anything but what he was." Sienna was quiet, processing this information she hadn't wanted and didn't know what to do with. "I also came to apologize," Serena said after a moment. "For what I did at the estate. The manipulation, the calculated destruction of your relationship, the deliberate poisoning of whatever you'd built with him. I told you I did it out of jealousy, but that's only part of it." "What's the other part?" Sienna asked. "Curiosity," Serena admitted

AT THE GATE

Two weeks after the gallery opening, Sienna had almost convinced herself she was healing.She'd unpacked her boxes, reconnected with friends and started painting again in new work different from anything she'd created before. Darker, more complex, with layers that revealed themselves slowly rather than screaming their meaning.Claire called it her "post-prison period" and insisted it was her best work yet.Sienna called it survival art and tried not to think too hard about what she was surviving.She'd blocked the new number Luca had texted from, deleted the messages and tried to erase digital evidence of connection the way you couldn't erase emotional evidence but she still thought about him. Every morning waking up in a normal bed instead of his. Every evening without midnight conversations. Every moment of freedom that somehow felt lonelier than captivity had.Stockholm syndrome, she told herself. Trauma bonding. Your brain is just confused about what safety means but knowing th

PROFOUND

"Thank you for calling," Luca finally said. "For letting me know. I know you didn't have to.""Matteo said you'd regret it if you didn't get to say goodbye," Sienna said. "If it came to that. I didn't want that on my conscience.""Your conscience is clear," Luca said. "Has always been clear. You're not responsible for my regrets."Matteo cleared his throat. "I'm going to check on security arrangements. You two talk or don't but do it without me as buffer."He left, abandoning them to uncomfortable proximity."You look..." Luca started, then stopped. "You look well. Healthier than when you left.""Freedom tends to be healthy," Sienna said, the words sharper than she intended."Yes," Luca agreed quietly. "It does. I'm glad you're healing.""Are you?" Sienna asked. "Healing, I mean. Serena told me you're dismantling the organization.""Serena talks too much," Luca said, but without heat. "But yes. I'm dismantling it, becoming something different. Something that doesn't kidnap women or b

EVENTUALLY

Exhausted," Sienna corrected. "I'm just exhausted. Exhausted from feeling, from processing, from trying to figure out what I'm supposed to do with impossible information and complicated people." She looked at him directly for the first time since he arrived. "Why are you really dismantling the organization, Luca? Is it genuine growth or is it just another form of obsession, obsessing about becoming different instead of obsessing about Serena?" Luca considered carefully. "I don't know. Maybe both. Maybe I'm incapable of doing anything without obsession but I figure obsessing about growth is better than obsessing about fantasy. At least the outcome is less destructive." "Unless you're destroying yourself in the process," Sienna said. "I'm not destroying myself," Luca insisted. "I'm shedding. Like a snake shedding skin that doesn't fit anymore. It's uncomfortable and maybe looks like death from the outside, but it's actually growing." "Pretty metaphor," Sienna observed. "Honest me

WHY DID YOU?

Serena regained consciousness three days after the shooting.Sienna was in the hospital cafeteria when Matteo called with the news. She'd been spending her days splitting time between the hotel and the hospital, a strange limbo existence where she waited for her sister to either die or survive while avoiding the man she was trying to forget. Luca had kept his word, he didn't come to the hospital again, neither contact her nor intrude on her careful boundaries. Matteo provided updates on both Serena's condition and Viktor's movements. The threat had dissipated, Viktor's remaining men had fled the city after one of them was killed in the ambush, apparently deciding Serena wasn't worth the additional risk. "She's awake," Matteo said over the phone. "Asking for you. Well, asking if 'the other one' is still here. I think that means you." "The other one," Sienna repeated. "Charming. How is she?" "Weak, in pain, but lucid. Doctors say she'll make a full recovery. She's incredibly

I NEED SPACE

Serena was quiet for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, clearly choosing her words carefully. "Because acknowledging you meant admitting I wasn't special. The Merchants adopted me only because they thought I was a singular orphan who needed rescue. If they'd known I had a twin who wasn't chosen, it would have complicated their narrative. Made them question why they chose one and not both." "That's actually painful," Serena corrected. "And now that I've said it, I want to take it back. I want to retreat into strategic detachment where feelings don't hurt but you asked for real, so there it is. I'm jealous and resentful and aware that I destroyed the parts of myself you kept intact. That's as real as I get." Sienna moved closer to the bed, studying her sister's face identical to her own but marked by different choices, different survival strategies, different sacrifices. "I'm sorry," Sienna said quietly. "For what?" Serena asked, genuinely confused. "For whatever

ACTUAL HONESTY

"So you protected their feelings?" Sienna asked incredulously. "I protected my position," Serena corrected. "I was seven years old, finally somewhere stable after god knows what happened before. I wasn't going to risk that stability by introducing complications. So when they asked if I had siblings, I said no. Simple lie, enormous consequences." "You were seven," Sienna said slowly. "You lied when you were seven to protect your adoption. But what about later? What about when you were seventeen, twenty, twenty-three? What about when you hired a private investigator and found me in Queens? Why keep lying then?" "Because by then it was part of my constructed identity," Serena said. "By then I'd built an entire life around being an only child, a singular orphan with a tragic backstory. Introducing a twin would have meant revealing I'd been lying for years. Would have meant admitting my entire identity was fabrication." "So you chose your false identity over your real sister,"

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