Semua Bab Compilation Hot Stories : Bab 81 - Bab 90

I S A B E L L Aᥫ᭡𝗜 𝗘𝗫𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗘𝗗 slowly, trying to ground myself as the rush of steam filled the bathroom, fogging up the mirror. But then there was Luciano.I felt him before I heard him. The heat of his body pressed against my back, his breath brushing the curve of my neck. My fingers gripped the edge of the sink, trying to pretend like I wasn't reacting, like my pulse wasn't thundering through every inch of me."Luciano," I said, my voice a warning—more to myself than to him."What?" he murmured, the mischief in his tone tempered by something deeper. "I'm not touching you."He wasn't. Not technically. But his presence was overwhelming, all-consuming. I turned slightly, my shoulder brushing his chest, and he let out a soft exhale."You should be resting," I said, my tone sharp despite the tremor in my voice."And you should be in the shower," he countered smoothly. "I just thought I'd help you stay on task."I shot him a look over my shoulder. "You being half-naked and looming

I S A B E L L Aᥫ᭡𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐕 cruised smoothly down the private road, sunlight flashing through the tinted windows. I sat with my hands clasped in my lap, watching the airstrip come into view up ahead.Luciano sat beside me, legs casually spread, one arm draped across the back of the seat like this was just another Wednesday. Meanwhile, I was internally reciting every family member's name like I was prepping for a final exam."You good?" he asked, glancing over with those dark eyes."Define good.""You're not chewing your lip," he said. "That's usually a sign."I immediately stopped chewing my lip.He smirked. "Caught you.""Maybe I'm just trying not to have a full-blown breakdown before wheels-up."Luciano leaned in, brushing a thumb over my jaw, grounding me in that annoyingly calm way he had. "They already love you. You've met them. This isn't some trial.""Maybe not for you," I muttered. "But for me, this is the family visit. The one where I either prove I belong, or spill wine

I S A B E L L Aᥫ᭡𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 halfway across the couch, one leg slung over the backrest, hair a mess, red wine in one hand like it was an accessory. I was sitting next to her, curled up in a blanket I'd stolen from the armchair, and Leo had made himself entirely too comfortable in a chair that looked far too expensive to be slouched in."Why are you dressed like a rich divorced housewife about to ruin someone's life?" Leo asked, squinting at Samantha."I like to be prepared," she said, sipping her wine without missing a beat.He looked at me. "And you?""Emotional support wine blanket."He nodded solemnly. "Respect."I popped a grape into my mouth and said around it, "Didn't you wear the exact same shirt three nights in a row before?""Absolutely not," Leo said. "They were identical. Not the same.""Color, brand, stain location. I have photos.""I was going through things," he muttered.Samantha turned to me, smirking. "He told us it was 'intentional low-effort fashion.'"

I S A B E L L Aᥫ᭡𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 still clung to the bathroom mirror as I stepped out, towel wrapped tight around me, hair damp and tumbling in messy waves down my shoulders. The scent of my body wash, vanilla and jasmine, still clung to my skin, I was halfway to the closet when I felt it.His gaze.Luciano was leaning against the bedroom doorframe, suit jacket hanging open, the top two buttons of his shirt undone. His tie was loose around his neck like he'd just pulled it free in frustration. That look in his eyes, it burned. Dark, assessing, like he was trying to decide whether to devour me or lock me in a room."Luciano," I said in a flat voice, clutching the towel tighter.Not today, I'm tired of being seen as weak.He pushed off the doorframe and came toward me, slow and steady. His steps were silent, but the weight of his presence filled the room. His eyes dragged over me, lingering on the bare curve of my shoulder, the droplets sliding down my collarbone, the way the towel clung to

L U C I A N Oᥫ᭡𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 a week since I've last had eyes on Isabella.I'm going fucking insane.I haven't slept, haven't eaten properly. Every night, I sit in my office with a bottle of whiskey and a gun on the desk, replaying every possible scenario of where she is, who she's with, if she's alive.We couldn't track her no matter how much we tried. It what's left us to a dead end.Every time I close my eyes, I see Dominik's smug fucking face. The thought of him touching her—breathing the same air as her—makes my blood boil.Nico tells me to be patient. He doesn't understand. This isn't business. This isn't about territory or money. This is about Isabella. My fucking Isabella.And if I don't get her back, there won't be a city left for anyone to fight over.I slammed my fist into the wall, the sound sharp enough to echo through the empty loft. Another vase followed, shattering against the hardwood. My chest heaved, my hands shaking, but it wasn't enough. Not nearly enough."Luc