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The atmosphere between them changed softly after the argument. Something invisible had cracked open between them and neither of them fully knew how to close it again. Luca had said it. 'I realized I was in love with you.' And now the words lingered everywhere inside the penthouse. Sienna could practically feel them in the air between them while rain continued against the windows and Monaco glittered below in blurred gold. Neither of them moved immediately. Luca still stood close enough that his hand rested lightly against her jaw while she stared up at him trying to process the fact her heart was beating so hard it physically hurt. “You look terrified,” she whispered finally. “That’s because I am.” The honesty of it nearly undid her. Luca Moretti did not admit fear easily. Usually he disguised it ben

Rain blurred Monaco into streaks of gold and silver by the time someone knocked on Sienna’s apartment door. Not a polite knock either. Three slow taps. Hesitant. Tired. Sienna looked up from the sofa immediately, pulse stumbling before logic caught up. It was nearly midnight. Emilia had gone home hours ago after delivering wine, emotional support, and several aggressive opinions about men. Theo was somewhere in Nice photographing a fashion launch and sending deeply unhelpful voice notes. Which meant there was only one person standing outside her apartment this late. Her chest tightened painfully before she even reached the door. When she opened it, Luca looked exhausted and nothing like the polished, billionaire inconvenienced tired. Actually exhausted. Dark coat damp from rain. Hair slightly wet. Shadows beneath his eyes. One hand still resting against the doorway like he’d been debating whether to knock at all. And notably, he didn't have any

 Everything about the charity gala screamed excess. Crystal champagne towers. Women draped in couture worth more than most apartments. Men laughing too loudly beside floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the harbor where superyachts floated like illuminated kingdoms across black water. Sienna hated these events on principle. Which was unfortunate considering Luca looked offensively beautiful in a black tuxedo beside her. “You’re glaring at rich people again,” he murmured as they crossed the ballroom together. “I’m staying grounded.” “You just looked personally offended by a diamond necklace.” “It looked smug.” A quiet laugh escaped him. His hand rested lightly against the bare skin

The first sign was the charger. Not Luca’s charger. Hers. Sienna noticed it plugged neatly beside Luca’s side of the bed on Thursday morning while she stood barefoot in one of his shirts staring sleepily at the skyline outside the penthouse windows. “That’s suspicious,” she murmured as she walked out into the kitchen. Luca glanced up from the espresso machine. “What is?” “My charger migrated.” “You forgot it.” “You plugged it in.” “You looked annoyed when your phone died Tuesday.” That answer came far too quickly. Sienna narrowed her eyes slightly while Luca continued making coffee with the calm composure of a m

Sleep deprivation made Luca Moretti deeply irritated. Sienna realized that at approximately six thirty on a Tuesday morning when she walked into Noir Magazine carrying coffee and found Luca sitting in Theo’s office looking like a wealthy man being personally victimized by existence. Theo looked delighted about it. “You didn’t warn me your boyfriend becomes emotionally tragic without sleep,” he informed her immediately. Luca didn’t even glance up from the espresso in his hand. “I dislike you.” “That’s fair,” Theo replied. “But you still look terrible.” Sienna blinked slowly. “You’re here?” Luca finally looked tow