บททั้งหมดของ Love wasn't in the contract: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Chapter 11The rain started sometime after midnight. Damon stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse office, watching the city blur beneath sheets of silver rain. Milan looked softer like this. Quieter. As if the world outside had paused for a moment. Inside, nothing felt quiet. His phone still rested on the desk where Matteo’s call had ended. Matteo had sounded just like himself concerned, calm, supportive. Too supportive. “You’re thinking too hard again,” Luca said from behind him. Damon didn’t turn around. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” “It becomes one when it keeps you awake for forty-eight hours.” Damon let out a tired breath. “Is that your official medical opinion?” “No.” Luca stepped closer. “Just observation.” Damon rubbed his temples. Everything from the last week had begun blending together boardroom pressure, the media circus, the woman impersonating his mother, the video accusing Matteo. Nothing felt stable anymore. N

Chapter 13 The silence inside the car felt heavier than the noise from the gala they had just left. Rain tapped softly against the windows as Milan’s night lights blurred into streaks of gold and silver. Damon sat in the back seat, his fingers loosely clasped together and his expression calm. Too calm. Across from him, Luca stared out the window, his jaw tight. Neither of them spoke since leaving the ballroom. The kiss still lingered like electricity in the air between them. But that wasn’t what made Luca uneasy. It was the message. Congratulations. Damon just walked into the trap. Luca had deleted it immediately. But the words burned in his mind. Finally, Damon broke the silence. “You’re angry.” Luca didn’t turn his head. “I’m calculating.” Damon exhaled softly. “That sounds worse.” “It is worse.” The car turned onto a quieter street leading toward Damon’s penthouse tower. “You shouldn’t have done that,” Luca said. Damon lifted an eyebrow. “Kissed you?” “Yes.” “Why?” “Because now e

Chapter 15 Lines That Cannot Be Crossed The boardroom finally emptied an hour later. Arguments had gone on endlessly. Votes had almost happened. Lawyers had been called. But Damon had walked out before any decision could be made. Now the hallway outside the executive floor felt unusually quiet. Luca followed a few steps behind him. They didn’t speak until they reached Damon’s private office. The door slammed shut behind them. Silence filled the room. Damon stood near the window, looking out at the gray Milan skyline. “You were hired to kill me.” The words sounded calm, but Luca could hear the anger beneath them. “Yes.” Damon rubbed his forehead slowly. “And you decided halfway through the job that protecting me was a better idea.” “That’s one way to describe it.” Damon laughed bitterly. “That’s not comforting.” Luca didn’t try to defend himself. Damon had every right to be furious. Instead, he said quietly, “You’re alive.” Damon turned. “Barely.” The tension between them felt sh

Morning came too quickly. Damon hadn’t slept. The broken glass from the night before was covered with thick security panels, but the penthouse still had a faint smell of rain and cold metal. The reminder of how close he had come to death lingered in the air. Damon stood at the long dining table, staring at the financial reports on his tablet. Numbers. Transfers. Account movements. At first glance, everything looked normal. But Damon had spent his entire life reading balance sheets. Something about these numbers felt off. Behind him, Luca stepped out of the hallway. “You’re still awake.” Damon didn’t look up. “You’re bleeding.” Luca glanced at the shallow cut on his arm from Elena’s knife. “It’s nothing.” “It’s not nothing.” Damon finally turned. “You almost got stabbed last night.” Luca shrugged. “Occupational hazard.” Damon frowned. “Sit down.” Luca blinked. “Excuse me?” “You heard me.” Reluctantly, Luca sat at the counter while D

Chapter 19 The hospital hallway smelled like antiseptic and fear. Damon stood outside the ICU doors, staring through the glass window as doctors moved around the bed inside. His doctor,seraphine vale lay motionless beneath white sheets. Machines beeped steadily beside her. Alive. But barely. The assassin’s bullet had come frighteningly close to killing her this time. Damon pressed his hand against the cold glass. “How many times,” he whispered quietly, “do they plan to try?”Now everybody related to me will pay the price?!”Behind him, Luca leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. Watching. Thinking. Calculating. The attack had confirmed what Luca feared all along. This wasn’t just one enemy. It was a network. A syndicate. And Damon stood directly in the middle of it. That meant one thing. The people behind it would never stop.Luca looked at Damon again. The man looked exhausted. Not physically. Emotionally. Years of buried trauma were starting to surface, piece by piece. Firs