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Paling and repelling water profusely, instant panic and sweat hitting full force, the guilt is practically dripping off him in neon flashing waves. ‘’Where are the books?’’ Alexi’s tone is harsh, not so much of a snap but not amused as he slams the drawer and pulls the next one out. I am assuming this is him moving into pissed mode, and Luciano knows it. Carrero is on a mission to find them whether Lucie helps or not.

she demanded, taking steps backward. "Sorry for the insolence, I can be a bit uncouth sometimes. My name is Lorenzo, a close friend of Paolo" he removed his hat, revealing his black wavy hair that looked like it just got immersed in water. His direct eye contact and warm smile seemed to lessen the tension on her face. Her eyes rolled to the suitcases they were holding in distrust. Lorenzo seemed to notice what her expression meant. "I brought a gift for Paolo..." He moved towards a table he had set his eyes on, placed the brief case and opened it. "... See, papers, legal papers,"

“Is there a connection?” “If there is one, my aunt didn’t bring it up.” Although, I had to admit it, there seemed to be a lot of connections between Lorena’s family and mine. Even without taking our marriage into account. “I think you are right,” Enzo agreed. “Lorena’s value to Calvino was big enough for him to kill and go after the Moravia family if your aunt tried to get Lorena under her protection. Just think, she was the promised damsel, worth millions from her mother’s side and combine that with her pedigree and beauty…”

In reality, though, every one of those points was a dead end. As long as Lorenzo sold that map to any rival family in exchange for cash, his betrayal would be undeniable. Not even God could save him then. The bait was cast, and I waited for the fish to bite. However, I underestimated what hatred can turn a man into. Late that night, there was a violent storm. The gates of the estate were hammered on. Soaked to the bone, Lorenzo burst in, clutching the fake map. He stumbled straight into Don Moretti’s bedroom before dropping to his knees at the bedside.

" The estate was too quiet. Kyrian walked through the front door and everything looked wrong. Empty. Lorenzo's jacket was still on the chair where he'd left it. His coffee cup in the sink. Like he'd be back any minute. Kyrian climbed the stairs. He should go to his room. Shower. Change. But his feet took him to Lorenzo's room instead He stood in the doorway. The bed was made perfectly. Everything neat and organized. Lorenzo's scent was everywhere. Rain and cedar.Kyrian walked in. Sat on the edge of the bed. He didn't know why he was here. His eyes landed on the nightstand. There was a leather-bound book there. Dark brown. Old looking.

The book on my lap was about how to organize a party. “NO!” I laughed as he was already laughing hard enough his body fell back against the couch. “Ready for serious?” I asked. Slapping his arm. “One… two… three.” My mouth dropped when I realized what he put on my lap. “Is this a dark romance book?” Piercy’s eyebrow was raised.

His hair was a silver-swept crown, his suits cost more than her mother’s house, and his eyes—dark and weary—carried the weight of a thousand secrets. That first night, there was no fumbling with buttons or cold exchanges. Lorenzo had sat her down in a library that smelled of old parchment and bourbon. He had looked at her simple sundress and her shaking hands, and he had sighed. "You look like the girl I was supposed to marry before the world turned red," he had whispered.

The contract was no longer just armor; now, it felt like a golden collar. Lorenzo awoke moments later. Sofia didn’t need to look back to know the exact moment the "Iron King" reclaimed his throne. The warmth that had emanated from him during the night vanished, replaced by a metric coldness. She heard the sound of the sheet moving as he sat up, and when she finally gathered the courage to face him, she found the Lorenzo Moretti of Milan: the man whose dark eyes were opaque and whose expression was a mask of corporate indifference.

After that, I heard that when Lorenzo returned to the country, he went completely off the rails. He staked his own life, flushed out every traitor and took them down, then charged into the flames and never came back. Some said he was dead. Others said he did it to clean out the traitors in the Sabellas and settle his last debt. Either way, I never went digging for the truth. The lakes and mountains of Alveresse, together with Luna's warm laughter, were more than enough for me. At last, I'd found a happiness that was truly mine.

"Elena almost had a miscarriage! Are you seriously still not giving up? Did you follow us so you could continue causing trouble here, in the hospital?" Pointing at the bandages around my head, I did my best to steady my swaying body. "I was injured too, and it wasn't something I could bandage up by myself." Lorenzo froze, and it was only then that he smelled the underlying stench of blood on me, which had been covered up by the smell of disinfectant. His eyes then darted to the thick bandages around my head. Blood was already seeping through. "Lorenzo, you said that you would marry me after she gave birth to the heir." My eyes reddened as I spoke, and my nose started tingling. "But do you ev