บททั้งหมดของ Beyond the DeLuca Name: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 8

After dinner, I checked the private account Adrian used for family matters on the study computer. A new post was up.There were no faces in the picture, only a man’s hand fixing a black shawl on a woman’s shoulders. The watch was the Patek Philippe I had bought for Adrian in Milan. The emerald ring on the woman’s hand belonged to the DeLuca family and had always gone to the woman of the house.The caption said, “A family name keeps trouble out. If the city is watching, the performance has to look complete.”My hands went cold.I pulled open the desk drawer and took out the black leather notebook Adrian never let anyone touch. Inside were registration papers, banquet seating plans, a guest list, and one handwritten note.“During Evelyn’s seven days in Northern Europe, complete registration and public appearance.”I stared at it for a few seconds and laughed.He had timed my absence down to the day.I picked up my phone and sent my friend in Oslo a message.“Is the partner seat at Skadi

No one expected me to agree that easily.After the banquet, Adrian caught up with me in the corridor and grabbed my wrist.“Listen to me.”“About what?” I asked. “About why you handed my place to another woman? Or about why you thought I would keep understanding you forever?”He held on tighter. “Before Matteo died, he asked me to look after Bianca and Sophia. The people circling his will are still there. I had to protect them. I didn’t do this because I love her.”“So you hid it from me.”“I knew you wouldn’t agree.”I looked at him and almost smiled.“You weren’t afraid I’d refuse. You knew it was wrong, so you made sure I never got a choice.”His face hardened. “When this is over, everything goes back to normal. You’ll still be the woman of this house.”“But tonight everyone saw who stood at your right hand.”I turned to leave, but Bianca came toward us.“Don’t be so sensitive, Evelyn,” she said. “Every family needs both. One woman to carry the burden. Another to stand beside the ma

The doorbell rang while Adrian was still staring at the papers.Hope hit him first.He was on his feet before he thought about it, already imagining Noah’s running steps, already imagining me on the other side with anger in my eyes and a suitcase still in hand.Instead, Bianca walked in wearing white.She still had the emerald ring on her finger and the kind of smile women wear when they believe the room already belongs to them.“I heard you left the meeting,” she said. Then she saw the papers. “Evelyn left?”He said nothing.Her surprise lasted only a second.“Well,” she said softly, taking another step in, “that solves one problem.”Adrian looked up.Bianca came closer, voice lowering. “Chicago has already seen me at your side. They saw the ring. They saw the head table. They saw the registration. If Evelyn is gone, stop fighting what has already happened. Finish it.”When he still did not answer, she reached for his arm.He jerked away.“Don’t touch me.”Bianca frowned. “What is wro

Adrian found us two weeks later.He almost didn’t make it that far.Three days after Vito’s call, Sophia rang him in tears just after sunset.“Dad,” she whispered, “my head hurts. Can you come?”For months that sound had been enough to move him without thought. Matteo’s daughter. A child already carrying one loss too early.This time he closed his eyes before answering.“Where’s your mother?”“She’s out. She won’t pick up. Please come.”He should have sent a doctor.Instead he went.The apartment Bianca had been using was warm, bright, and loud with music when he entered.Sophia sat cross-legged on the sofa with a controller in her hand. Bianca was beside her laughing at something on the television.Neither of them looked sick.“What is this?”His voice cut across the room so sharply that even Bianca stood up at once.“Adrian, calm down. She just missed you.”“You told me she was in pain.”Sophia’s eyes widened. She looked from him to her mother.And in that tiny movement Adrian saw th