Semua Bab Ruthless Claim: Bab 101 - Bab 110

The villa is too quiet.After the sirens, the shouting, the frantic hours at the industrial site…after the terror of seeing Matteo with their newborn…after Luca holding their son so tightly his hands shook…Silence feels wrong.Almost violent.Aria steps into their bedroom first, still barefoot, still wrapped in the clinic blanket she refused to let go. Her body is weak, trembling from childbirth, exhaustion, adrenaline. Her heart, though—her heart hasn’t stopped racing since the moment she heard Matteo’s name.The door closes behind her.And suddenly Luca exhales.A long, rough, broken sound.Aria turns.He’s standing with one hand braced against the door, his head bowed, shoulders rising and falling too fast. Rainwater still glistens on his shirt. His knuckles are scraped from where he’d fought his way through Matteo’s men. His breath shakes.She has never—never—seen him like this.“Luca…?”He doesn’t answer.He just stays there, chest heaving, jaw locked so tight it looks painful

Enzo steps inside the room only when Luca gives a small nod—silent permission, silent warning.He closes the door behind him.Aria instinctively clutches the blanket around her, her body still weak but alert. Luca shifts Leon in his arms protectively, one hand supporting the baby’s head, the other gripping him with a quiet, instinctive certainty.Enzo’s eyes soften for just a second when he sees the baby… then the softness disappears.His jaw sets.“There’s movement on Matteo’s side,” Enzo says quietly.Aria’s breath stutters.Luca’s expression stays unreadable—but his arm curls a little more securely around Leon.“What kind of movement?” Luca asks, calm on the surface, tension rising beneath.Enzo hesitates. That’s never a good sign.“Spit it out,” Luca says, voice low.“They’re regrouping. His men. What’s left of them.” Enzo exhales slowly. “Matteo’s injured, but he’s alive. And he’s not backing off.”A cold, sharp silence settles over the room.Aria’s heartbeat thunders. “I thought

The villa felt impossibly quiet, but the silence wasn’t peaceful. It hummed with anticipation, a taut string that could snap at any moment. Aria sat in the nursery, cradling Leon, whose tiny chest rose and fell with steady breaths. She had placed him in the bassinet only moments ago, yet she couldn’t tear her eyes away. Every shadow in the room made her heart leap; every faint noise outside made her flinch.She ran her fingers over his soft hair, whispering, “Papa’s coming back to us. I know he is.”Her words trembled against the quiet. She wanted to believe it with her whole heart, but the ache of not knowing where Luca was, if he was safe, gnawed at her relentlessly.“Aria,” Marco’s voice came softly from the doorway, startling her. He stepped inside, hands in his pockets, avoiding eye contact. “I brought you some tea. It’s… warm.”She nodded, not trusting her voice. “Anything… news?”“No. Luca’s moving carefully. He hasn’t rushed in recklessly. That’s good.”Her grip on Leon tighte

Six months laterThe morning sunlight spilled across the veranda, warm and golden, catching on the white stone pillars and the soft linen curtains swaying in the breeze. The villa was no longer silent or cold. It breathed. It lived. It echoed with new rhythms—tiny footsteps, laughter, softness, and a peace none of them had believed they would ever earn.Aria stood by the garden railing, Leon balanced on her hip, his chubby hands reaching toward the roses just beginning to bloom. He had Luca’s dark eyes. Her smile. The world’s most dangerous combination, Lucia liked to joke.“Gently,” Aria whispered, guiding his little hand away before he could tug the petals clean off the bush.Leon giggled anyway—a bright, delighted sound that had become the heartbeat of the house.The sliding door behind her opened with a quiet whoosh.She didn’t need to turn to know who it was. The shift in the air told her. The warmth behind her spine as he approached. The way her body responded before her mind ca

Three days laterThe dining room felt unusually alive for a morning. Sunlight poured through the tall windows, scattering gold across the table. The staff moved quietly around the edges of the room, setting plates, pouring juice, trying not to stare at the sight they weren’t used to:Luca.Sitting. At breakfast.At the same time as everyone else.He wasn’t on a call, he wasn’t reading reports, and he wasn’t pacing with his headset on. He was sipping coffee—with one hand—while the other rested protectively on Aria’s chair.And he looked almost… relaxed.Aria kept glancing at him, a soft smile tugging at her lips. Leon was in a high chair between them, tapping his spoon rhythmically like he was drumming for an imaginary band.Luca didn’t stop him. He didn’t even comment. He just let the boy drum, raising an eyebrow whenever the beat became “threateningly artistic.”Lucia burst into the room carrying her tablet as usual—but froze.“Oh… everyone’s here.” She blinked dramatically. “In the