All Chapters of Ruined by Desire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Luca Moretti was bored. Which was ironic considering half of Monaco would have traded organs to be there. He leaned against the bar on the upper deck, loosening the top button of his black shirt as he watched the crowd on the lower decks. Same conversations. Same flirting."Try looking less miserable," his sister Emilia said, appearing beside him."This is me looking less miserable.""You look like you're planning murder.""That's just my face."Emilia rolled her eyes. "Three models have tried to flirt with you in the last ten minutes.""And yet somehow I survived." Luca smirked faintly before glancing back over the crowd.That was when he saw her. She wasn't the most glamorous woman there. No diamonds. No dramatic gown. No obvious attempt to attract attention. She stood near the edge of the lower deck in black boots and an oversized blazer, lifting a camera to photograph the marina lights like she'd forgotten the party existed around her. Luca narrowed his eyes.Interesting.Most peo

When Sienna wandered down the street from her apartment, she was astounded to see Luca's face staring back at her from a magazine rack. She stopped walking so abruptly that someone behind her bumped into her and muttered angrily. But she couldn't tear her eyes away from the cover of Monaco Elite.It was a picture of Luca stepping out of a black sports car in a perfect suit and dark sunglasses while women crowded around him. The headline underneath read:MONACO'S MOST INFAMOUS PLAYBOY STRIKES AGAINSienna stared at it for a second longer before smiling. That looked like the perfect headlines for him. She carried on toward the small café near her apartment, but curiosity kept tugging at her and by the time she sat down with her order, she'd already read three different articles about him.According to the internet, Luca Moretti was somewhere between billionaire investor and international disaster. Articles described him as reckless, charming, and "dangerously addictive to women." One he

Sienna blamed boredom for agreeing to lunch. Definitely not the flutter in her stomach every time she read the messages."You're going?" Theo asked over the phone."It's lunch, not marriage.""That's how billionaire disasters begin."Sienna rolled her eyes while checking her reflection in the mirror. Minimal makeup, hair down and a simple black dress with spaghetti straps that fell just above her ankles and had a slightly risky split to her mid thigh. She kept telling herself it was to keep cool in the Monaco autumn heat."I can hear you overthinking," Theo informed her."I'm not overthinking.""You changed outfits, didn't you?"Silence."Oh my God," Theo groaned. "You like him.""I barely know him.""That wasn't a denial."Sienna ended the call before he could get more insufferable and five minutes later, she was stepping out onto the sidewalk trying to ignore her nerves.Luca had chosen a restaurant overlooking the marina. It was beautiful with white stone walls, soft music and ocea

Luca had lied - the water was freezing. Sienna surfaced beside the yacht gasping while Matteo howled with laughter nearby. "You said it was warm!" she shouted at Luca. Luca looked entirely unapologetic as he treaded water beside her. "I said Monaco was warm." "You're the worst." "And yet you jumped." Yes, she had. Sienna swam with the others back toward the lower swim platform attached to the yacht and Matteo hauled himself onto the platform first and held his hand out to help Sienna up. "Oh absolutely not" Luca muttered as he climbed onto the platform before her in one smooth movement and knocked Matteo out of the way to offer help to Sienna. She took his hand and he helped her onto the deck and almost directly into his very bare and muscled chest. And once again, Sienna forgot how breathing worked. Her dress clung to her skin now, which would've been humiliating if Luca wasn't looking at her like he was trying not to touch her. "The sexual tension is becoming unbea

Sienna arrived at Madame Fleur already uncertain how she got herself into that position. The boutique was on one of Monaco's impossibly expensive streets between a jewelry store guarded like a national bank and a designer showroom with cars that cost more than small apartments. Everything about it screamed wealth. Which meant Luca Moretti was absolutely responsible."You're late," Emilia announced dramatically the second Sienna stepped inside.Sienna blinked. Emilia Moretti somehow looked flawless for ten in the morning wearing cream trousers, oversized sunglasses, and enough confidence to terrify governments."You texted me two hours ago.""And yet you're still late.""I already dislike shopping with you.""That's normal."Before Sienna could answer, Emilia grabbed her wrist and pulled her deeper into the boutique.The place was enormous. Marble floors. Gold fixtures. Endless racks of