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The screen broken! “YOU... YOU BROKEN MY CELL PHONE!” I scream with him, while trying to answer the call, but the touch screen is broken. “WHAT HELL!” “Calm down, girl! I can fix it.” He took the cell phone from my hand and tried to fix it. “Yeah, it's broken!” He dropped the phone. ”ARE YOU CRAZY? IT’S MY PHONE!” I looked at the stupid monster and recognized him immediately. It was Luca Bianchi, son of the owner of the house. I had seen him a few times in person. I even remember interacting with him when I was younger. But except for parties and special occasions, he didn't go there much.

“Meatpacking plant… 163rd. She’s there. Alive. For now.” Luca didn’t release him. “Who else?” Luca asked. “Who else helped you?” Vittorio coughed. “No one… just me… and O’Malley’s man inside your crew.” Luca’s grip tightened. “Name.” Vittorio’s eyes rolled—lack of air. Luca eased up—just enough. “Marco,” Vittorio wheezed. “The new driver. He’s been feeding O’Malley everything.” Luca’s face went blank—deadly blank.

Chapter 244: Luca’s Investigation Elena’s POV Luca arrived at the villa two days after the letter came, driving up the narrow coast road in the same black SUV he had used for years, the one with tinted windows and reinforced sides that Valerio still kept serviced even though the need for it had faded. He stepped out wearing the same dark jacket he always wore, face lined from too many late nights and too much coffee, but his eyes were sharp, the way they had been when he first started working for us. I watched him from the terrace railing while Valerio met him at the gate. They spoke quietly for a moment, heads close together, then walked up the stone steps to join me.

“Fair enough. But can you sincerely state that Luca has no role to play in your life and future? Do you believe that you will live a fulfilling life without any regrets about not choosing Luca as your lover?" I let his words sink in, and a violent shiver runs down my spine. "He is in the process of leaving his life behind in Italy and never returning.” He clearly states. “I’m sorry, but I have no idea what you're on about. How is he in the process of leaving that life behind, exactly?” I say confused. “He has applied and is willing to pay a hefty price for citizenship under a new name. The life he now leads is coming to an end. It has been made very clear that Mr. Venturi and Ms. Venturi wil

Elena felt restless as she followed Massimo and Luca to Massimo's office. Luca closed the door and took a breath before speaking. "I'm afraid that Matteo Vitale suffered an accident on his return home," Luca stated evenly. "According to eye witness reports, a truck came out of nowhere and crashed into him not too far from the border of New York over in Vermont." Elena felt her feet start to buckle under her. She grabbed onto the desk and leaned onto it for support. Elena closed her eyes and willed herself to focus—this was no time to panic.

It is always awake now. Luca, the family accountant, sits across from me. He is a small man with nervous hands and a mind that can launder a million euros in three clicks. Right now, he looks like he wishes he were anywhere else. He slides a spreadsheet across the polished wood. "The breakdown, Donna," he whispers. I look at the columns. Asset Allocation: Vitale Estate. I trace the lines with my finger. The paper is crisp, sharp. Graziella Vitale (Trustee): 40%

“Alright, team. Fuel up.” Massimo Vitelli entered as I was wiping Luca’s chin. He was dressed for the day in a charcoal suit that cost more than my car. He looked at the scene: his children eating, Maria at the stove, me with a damp napkin. He didn’t smile, but some of the harsh tension from yesterday was gone, replaced by a weary acceptance. “Papa! Bella fed the monster!” Luca announced through a mouthful of egg. Vitelli’s eyes flicked to me. “Did she?”

Controlled. A man was already waiting for her. Tall, early thirties, navy suit tailored to perfection. Dark hair, sharp features, and calm eyes that seemed to take her apart in a single glance. “Elena Brooks,” he said, voice smooth and low. “Luca Vitale. Mr. Rossi’s associate.” His handshake was firm, almost too firm. Elena pulled her hand back quickly. “This way.” He led her down a long hallway. Staff members they passed either lowered their eyes or straightened up when Luca walked by. The air grew heavier with every step.

I huff “NO WAY!” Chloe let out a deafening scream that made me quickly pull the phone far from my ear. “ YOU MET LUCA CROVETTO!” “That’s what he said” I replied surprisingly rubbing my chin “Since when did you know about Mr crovetto?” “I’ve read about him in the news, I know he is a big player in the global market, always making power moves, there were allegations against him one time that he might be involved in some sort of mafia activities !”

Juan began to laugh with happiness. "Really? Unbelievable. I cannot believe he loves her so much. The ever-so-cold and calculating Nero Vitiello died because he loved a girl so much that he lost his mind when he found out that she got kidnapped? What a pity. But I know her appeal. She has that effect on everyone" Juan said with a happy smile. On the other hand, Luca Vitiello learned about his son's accident. He immediately left the island and came to take over the outfit until they could find out who did this and where Chloe is.