《Dear Stranger, Kiss Me at My Husband's Wedding. 》全部章節：第 61 章 - 第 68 章

CallistaI ran. I didn't stop to question where I was going or whether running would actually solve anything.I just ran.My bare feet slapped against the floor as I stumbled out of Luca's room, my breathing coming in short, uneven bursts. My heart was pounding so violently against my ribs that it hurt.I couldn't get my name long tatted on his chest out of my head. It was burned into my mind now, just as permanently as the ink was burned into his skin.What the fuck was that?I reached the staircase and nearly tripped over my own feet. I grabbed the railing, catching myself before I fell, then continued down the stairs.My hands were shaking.My entire body was shaking. I pressed one hand against my chest, desperately trying to slow my heartbeat.It didn't work."What the hell..." I whispered. I didn't even know whether I was frightened or simply overwhelmed.Luca wasn't just a psychopath. That much I already knew.But now? Now I was beginning to suspect he was something much worse.

CallistaI should have known something was wrong the moment Luca Moretti walked into the thrift shop like he owned the damn place.Actually, scratch that.I should have known something was wrong the moment he suggested bringing me here.Luca was a billionaire. A man whose name could make CEOs straighten their backs and politicians pick up their phones. He owned hotels, casinos, private jets, and businesses I couldn't even pronounce. Yet here he was, strolling through a crowded thrift shop as though he had been visiting the place every damn weekend.He greeted the staff by name.They bowed when he passed.And the worst part?Nobody looked surprised to see him.I stood beside him, tugging at the hem of my expensive dress while trying to make sense of the madness around me.At the far end of the luxurious warehouse stood a casino.A fucking casino.Men in designer suits sat around poker tables while women draped in diamonds laughed over champagne. Some wore clothes that looked like they

Callista“You've been a good girl.” The words should have pissed me off.Coming from Luca Moretti, they should have made me roll my eyes, curse him out, and remind him that I wasn't some obedient little pet waiting for his approval.Instead, my throat tightened.I looked at him.His face was unreadable, but his thumb was still beneath my chin, his touch surprisingly gentle against the tears drying on my cheeks.For a man who had spent so much time frightening the hell out of me, Luca had an unsettling way of making me feel safe at the exact moment I expected him to hurt me.I hate him. At least, that was what I kept telling myself.He released my chin. “let's leave.”And just like that, he walked away.I stared after him. Seriously?That was it?He had just returned Avenior to me—the company my ex-husband had stolen, the piece of my life I'd spent years grieving—and now he was walking away as though he'd bought me a damn cup of coffee.I looked down at the folder in my hands.My name

CallistaSomething about the certainty in his voice frightened me more than a threat would have.I looked away. "Why are you being so helpful?"He was quiet for a moment. Then he leaned down, placing one hand on the mattress beside me. "Because I want you here."My heart stumbled.He held my gaze. "Beside me. Where I can see you. Where I know you're safe."There was no softness in the way he said it."I don't want anyone touching you, threatening you, or making you cry over something I could have prevented."My throat tightened."Luca…""Don't misunderstand me, Callista." His voice dropped. "I'm not a good man. I won't pretend to be one. But if someone decides to make you their target, they'll have to deal with me first."I stared at him.He brushed a strand of hair away from my face. "And I promise you, sweetheart, that will be the last fucking mistake they ever make."A chill ran down my spine.There it was…the darkness. The part of Luca that made grown men lower their heads and pow