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"The man who bought that painting must be very rich. I can't imagine how one person would be willing to part ways with such amout of money in one night." "You never know how much these men are willing to spend, whether it benefits them or not, ma'am. They have the money, and they spend it on what they like." I knew my father couldn't. Alberto would do the taking, and not the parting. Speaking of Alberto. Luca had said he was here tonight. I hadn't seen him, or even heard his voice in the midst of the buying. Although I was pretty sure I had missed most of what happened in th auction because of a certain someone that sat next to me.

Rocco tried to change the topic "But I think they came for Zeno" "They shot Luca" Lu yelled "They fucking shot him, does that have to do only with Zeno?" Rocco thinks for a while, he brought it a pack of cigarettes, took one, and offered Lu who took a stick, in not much time, the Van became filled with the strong smell of the cigarette. "Cancel all plans to get a buyer for Alita" Lu suddenly said "I have decided to make her my personal pet" Rocco froze! He couldn't even puff out the smoke in his nostrils as he stared at Lu as if he had been compelled. His heartaches for Alita because he knows what Lu would do if he really meant what he said.

Lucinda mumbles. Everything in the diner has been destroyed, except one thing, a huge frame on the wall. It is the picture is of a crescent, not an ordinary one. On both sides of the picture, the words CC are boldly written in capital letters. The symbol is a very familiar one, one that makes me shake in rage. Fuck! The bastard is still alive.

At the center was a small wooden box he had been secretly working on for weeks. “Look!” he said proudly, lifting the lid to reveal a collection of carefully folded drawings. Emily gasped softly. “Luca, these are beautiful.” He beamed. “I made them for you and Dad. Each one is a story about us.” I knelt down beside him, my throat tightening as I looked through the drawings. There we were, stick figures holding hands, standing under a bright yellow sun, surrounded by hearts and stars. Another drawing showed our home with flowers blooming around it, and in the center, the three of us smiling.

he asked, Raphael refused to answer further because he didn't know if Alberto wanted Luca to know the whole truth or not. "Just wait for Alberto" Raphael answered. Luca was growing impatient as he sat waiting for Alberto, he was told Alberto needed to freshen up before coming down. When he saw Alberto, he bolted from his seat, "Where is Sonia" "Have a seat" Alberto gestured, Luca hesitated but when he saw that Alberto was serious he sat down quietly. "I need to tell you something" Alberto said,

Luciano challenged in his icy tone, “Are you sure about that?” Alberto frowned in confusion. “Yes, I’m sure.” He then turned to look at Rita, who stood beside him—only to see her averting her eyes, as if she had been caught red-handed. “What’s going on?” Alberto asked in puzzlement. Luciano then signaled to Luca, who stepped forward and handed Alberto a file. Alberto opened it and began to read. As his eyes moved over the words, they slowly widened with disbelief. When he finished, he looked first at Rita and then at Luciano. “How has this happened?” he demanded.

The four of them in the middle, lines extending in all directions, the hub around which everything else arranged itself. Marco looked at the drawing for a long time. He did not say anything for long enough that Luca, who had been watching with the focused attention he gave to things he had made and was now observing being received, asked: Is it accurate? Marco said: It is the most accurate thing I have ever seen. Luca said: I put you in the center. You belong in the center. Marco said: I see that. Luca said: Do you like it? Marco said: I like it very much.

fragrance line. I stood in the spotlight, wearing a backless silver gown. I was no longer just the jilted Luna. I was Elara, the genius Perfumer celebrated across the continent, an idol to countless young she-wolves. My scents could not only soothe an Alpha’s rage but also heal the souls of those shattered by the loss of a Mate.

His face goes pink as his eyes work their way down the list. I take a look. Kama Sutra for Werewolves The Art of the Tease: Burlesque and the Modern Luna Intimate Hygiene I quickly recognize the theme. Sex, sex, and more sex. Just a pleasant reminder from Rental Luna about the needs of Alphas. I guess when you are a company that has built its brand on pleasing Alphas or "your money back," you want to give them no reason to ever ask for a refund. "You are not going in there with me," I close my eyes. "It is bad enough that I have to be there, I think it will be even worse with you by my side."

Chiara’s POV With the money and identification cards spread across my desk, I noticed there was one final item still inside the envelope. A letter. I pulled it out slowly and unfolded it. The handwriting was unmistakable. Luciano De Luca’s. It read: Whether you choose to remain with Nightfall or travel elsewhere, you and your child will forever be welcomed and respected here. These cards will ensure that you may always return. Sincerely, Alpha King Luciano De Luca My fingers tightened around the paper.