Luca's pov The study was cloaked in shadows, the soft glow of my desk lamp barely illuminating the stack of documents before me. I swirled the whiskey in my glass but didn’t drink it. My mind was elsewhere, plotting moves and counter-moves. Alessia's unexpected question earlier had stirred something in me—an emotion I couldn’t afford right now. The engagement had been a strategic decision, yet I couldn’t deny the complication she had become in my life.A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. “Come in,” I called, expecting Alessia.Instead, Rico stepped in, his usual composed demeanor tinged with unease. He closed the door behind him and leaned casually against it, but the tension in his stance was evident.“I heard the news,” he began, his voice calm but probing. “Matteo Greco is getting married.”I smirked, leaning back in my chair. “Word travels fast.”“It’s my job to stay informed,” he replied, crossing his arms. “But I have to ask—was this a smart move? You’re walking a fine
Luca's pov As I stepped out of the Claudia Mansion, the cool night air hit my face, a stark contrast to the suffocating tension inside. The garden lights illuminated the path, casting long shadows that seemed to follow me like ghosts. My mind churned with the name that had been thrown at me moments ago—Gerald Arnold. The familiarity of it tugged at something deep, something buried, but I couldn’t place it. Not yet.Pulling out my phone, I dialed Rico. He answered on the second ring."Boss," he greeted, his voice alert, as if he’d been waiting for my call."I need everything you can find on a man named Gerald Arnold," I said, my tone clipped. "Every detail. His business dealings, his connections, his weaknesses. Leave no stone unturned."Rico was silent for a moment, then asked, "Gerald Arnold? Why him?""He’s the one holding 3% of the Claudia empire," I explained, keeping my voice low even though I was alone. "He’s been labeled a leak. If I’m going to play their game, I need to know
Luca's pov The thought wouldn’t leave me alone as I sat in my study. Rico had always been straightforward when he needed to speak to me, either calling or showing up unannounced. Why had he sent the staff to me with his message this time? It was out of character, and the longer I thought about it, the more it gnawed at me.I picked up my phone and called him. The line rang, then went dead. Frowning, I tried again. Still no answer. My unease deepened, twisting into something more urgent. Rico wasn’t careless—not with his phone, not with anything.The clock read 11:47 p.m., but sleep wasn’t an option. I grabbed my jacket, slid into my shoes, and headed for the car. I needed to see Rico, to make sure he was okay.The streets were quiet, shadows stretching long under the dim streetlights as I drove to his apartment. The city, usually alive with noise, felt eerily subdued, as though it sensed my unease. When I arrived at Rico’s place, the sight of the dark windows sent a chill down my spi
Luca's pov The bar was alive with chaos—a symphony of drunken laughter, the rhythmic pounding of bass-heavy music, and the clink of glasses being slammed on tabletops. I slipped through the crowd with purpose, my eyes scanning the dimly lit room for the man who had made the mistake of threatening me. Gerald Arnold. A name that now tasted bitter on my tongue. He was a man in his late fifties but carried himself with the energy of someone far younger. His tailored suit did little to hide the predatory glint in his eyes as he casually sipped from a glass of whiskey at the far end of the room. I made my way toward him, weaving through clusters of rowdy patrons. But as I approached, he slid through the crowd like a phantom. I followed, my instincts sharp, my every step calculated. He wasn’t guarded—no men hovering near him, no shadows watching my movements. It seemed almost too easy. He slipped out a side door, and I followed, emerging into a narrow alley dimly lit by a flickering
Luca's pov The basement went eerily quiet as the five men hesitated, their hands trembling as they raised their phones to their ears. I watched them closely, my expression neutral but my mind razor-sharp, calculating every reaction.One by one, their faces drained of color as voices on the other end delivered news that left them visibly shaken. Thomas staggered back, his phone slipping from his fingers and clattering to the floor. Samuel’s breathing grew rapid, his lips parting as though to protest but no words came out.“Something wrong?” I asked, my voice calm, almost amused.Thomas was the first to break, his voice cracking. “How… how did you know?”I chuckled softly, the sound echoing in the damp basement. “Know what, Thomas? That your new wife is currently enjoying a very comfortable stay with my associates? That her safety depends entirely on your next move?”His knees buckled, and he gripped a nearby chair for support. I shifted my gaze to the others, continuing without mercy.
Alessia's Pov I woke up to the soft sunlight streaming through the curtains and the sharp sting of my alarm. The persistent notification on my phone reminded me of the dinner I had agreed to with Madam Claudia. It was supposed to be just the two of us, but even the thought of being alone with her made my stomach churn.Sighing, I got out of bed, ran a hand through my messy hair, and headed to Luca's study. If anyone could help me mentally prepare for this, it was him. When I reached the study, though, I froze at the sound of voices inside."I don’t trust this," Rico’s voice said, low and urgent."We don’t have a choice," Luca replied, his tone clipped. "If we don’t act now, it’ll be too late."Curiosity flared in me, but I knew better than to eavesdrop. Whatever they were planning seemed serious, and I didn’t want to intrude. I hesitated for a moment before turning away, leaving them to their discussion.I went back to my room, trying to shake off the unease creeping over me. After a
Alessia's Pov The sleek black car pulled up to the gates of the Claudia Mansion, an imposing structure shrouded in both grandeur and mystery. The massive iron gates opened slowly, revealing a long driveway lined with perfectly manicured hedges and stone fountains glistening under the evening lights. My heart pounded as we approached the mansion. Something about this place always left me uneasy, as though it held secrets that I wasn’t meant to uncover. The driver parked, and I stepped out, the crisp evening air biting against my skin. The mansion loomed before me, its gothic architecture both awe-inspiring and intimidating. I straightened my coat, took a deep breath, and walked up the grand staircase leading to the entrance. The heavy wooden doors swung open before I could knock, revealing Madam Claudia’s butler, a tall, stoic man with eyes as sharp as his posture. "Miss Alessia," he said, bowing slightly. "Madam is waiting for you in the drawing room. This way, please." I nodded,
Alessia's Pov I walked through the dimly lit hallway, my heels clicking softly against the polished floors, guided by a silent maid toward the guest bathroom. My mind was racing, heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and dread. Madam Claudia’s probing questions felt more like an interrogation than polite conversation. She had asked things only someone with an unsettling depth of knowledge about my life could ask, and it left me unnerved.When I reached the bathroom, the maid gave me a small nod before disappearing down the hall. I locked the door behind me and leaned against it, inhaling deeply in an attempt to steady myself. Pulling my phone from my coat pocket, I scrolled quickly to Luca’s number. My hands trembled slightly as I hit the call button.He answered almost immediately. "What's wrong?" His voice was sharp, filled with a mixture of concern and readiness."I need your help," I whispered, keeping my voice low just in case someone was listening."What happened?" he asked, his
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Luca's Pov I sat in the dim light of my private study as the phone rang relentlessly on my mahogany desk. The storm of our recent actions still raged inside me—a storm I had long learned to harness but never truly control. I picked up the receiver with steady fingers, my voice low and resolute.“Rico,” I said, “it’s time.”On the other end, Rico’s tone was cautious, laden with concern. “Time? Are you absolutely sure, Luca?”I paused, letting silence hang in the line for a moment as I recalled every calculated step that had led to this point. “Yes, Rico. I’m sure,” I replied, my voice firm. “Tonight, we blow up the Claudia Mansion. It’s the final move.”There was a brief silence before Rico replied, “You really believe this will end it all?” His voice carried a mix of skepticism and worry.I nearly laughed at his question. “Belief is irrelevant when it comes to power, Rico. I built this island, and I have the means to reshape everything. The mansion is the nerve center of the Claudia E
Alessia's Pov The single word knocked the air out of my lungs.For a second, I thought I hadn’t heard him right. But there was no mistaking the cold, unwavering finality in his voice.I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. "You really don’t feel anything, do you?"Luca’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t look away. "Feelings have no place in what I do, Alessia.""Then what was I?" I demanded, stepping closer. "Just a pawn in your game? Just someone to manipulate?""You were a means to an end," he said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "You were close to Sophia. That made you useful."The way he said it, so detached, so emotionless, shattered something inside me."Useful?" My voice cracked, but I didn’t care. "That’s all I ever was to you?"Luca’s gaze darkened, but he didn’t respond. And that silence was louder than any words he could have spoken.I swallowed past the lump in my throat, blinking rapidly to fight the sting in my eyes. "I was stupid," I whispere
Alessia's Pov I shook my head, tears threatening to spill. “You never told me that—never told me that you’d become so consumed by it all. Was I just a distraction? A pawn to keep you from feeling the emptiness of power?”For a long, excruciating moment, Luca said nothing. The silence between us was deafening, filled with all the words we both refused to speak. Finally, his voice came out low, almost regretful. “I did what I had to, Alessia. I can’t change that.”“Then why was I even here?” I demanded, stepping closer until our faces were inches apart. “Why did you let me think we meant something to each other? Why did you let me love you?”Luca’s eyes softened briefly before hardening again. “I cared about you, but not in the way you want me to. I am not a man of sentiment. I am a man of power. And if you truly loved me, you’d understand that.”I felt my heart shatter at his words, my voice barely a whisper. “Understand? How can I understand when every day I feel more alone than the
Alessia's Pov Andrea nodded, his jaw set. "I won’t forget this night, Alessia. Not as long as I live. I promise you, whoever’s behind this, we’ll bring them down. We have to."But as the helicopter began to lift off, the sound of its rotors drowning out the chaos below, a sudden realization hit me with crushing force. Even as we soared away from the burning wreckage and the doomed island, the sense of dread lingered like a stain on my soul. I could still feel unseen eyes on me, and every turn of the helicopter made me wonder if this was truly the end—or just the beginning of a new nightmare.I leaned back in the cramped helicopter seat, trying to catch my breath, my mind racing. Andrea and Sophia sat quietly beside me, their expressions solemn. Sophia’s grip on the journal tightened even further, and I could see the determination in her eyes as she stared out at the receding island."I can’t shake the feeling," I murmured, almost to myself, "that someone’s still watching us."And
Alessias point of veiw The air inside the tower was heavy with dread as I tried to catch my breath, still reeling from the earlier chaos. We had barely recovered from the previous skirmishes when, without warning, the heavy doors burst open. My heart lurched as a fresh wave of masked men flooded into the room—more of them than before, their eyes cold and ruthless behind their dark visors. In an instant, the fragile calm we had managed to salvage was shattered.“Run!” someone screamed, but there was no time. I dove for cover behind a row of old wooden crates, the sound of clashing bodies and frantic shouts filling the air. The attack was relentless. I could see Andrea leaping to intercept an assailant rushing toward me, and I heard Sophia’s anguished cry as she was cornered near a battered desk.Instinct took over. I scrambled to my feet, grabbing a piece of broken equipment—a jagged shard of metal from a shattered lamp—and steeled myself for the fight. A masked attacker lunged tow
Luca's Pov Rico leaned back, studying me with a look that mixed disbelief and concern. “You always say you care, but you’re never that sentimental. So, you really just see her as another casualty in our war? Another pawn?” His voice was low, almost challenging.I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of every memory press upon me. “I see her as a person who’s suffering. I didn’t plan for her to be part of this, but she’s here, and I can’t let her get hurt. That doesn’t mean I love her. It means I’m… responsible. And perhaps, a part of me feels guilty for all that’s happened.”Rico’s face softened for a moment, but his tone remained sharp. “Guilt won’t save you, Luca. And neither will pity. We’re dealing with enemies who will stop at nothing. You know that. And if we’re not careful—”I slammed my glass down, the sound echoing. “I am careful. I always have been.” I paused, then added, “I am Luca Romano. I built this empire. I’m not going to let sentimentality get in the way of what mus
Luca's Pov I was trapped in darkness, but through the small gaps, I could still see the deck.And then I saw them.Madam Claudia’s parents stood at the front, their faces unreadable. And behind them—every single person my parents had begged for help.Betrayal.It dripped from every shadow, from every smile, from every set of cold, lifeless eyes."Running away?" Madam Claudia’s father said, amusement lacing his tone. "I expected more from you, Romano. Did you really think we’d let you leave?"My father stood tall, even in the face of death. "You don’t own me," he spat. "Not anymore."A chuckle. "Oh, but we do. You sold your soul to us a long time ago. And no one leaves the Claudia Empire alive."Then they struck.There was no negotiation. No mercy.The first bullet hit my father in the leg. He staggered but didn’t fall.The second tore through his shoulder. Blood painted the deck.My mother screamed, lunging toward him, but hands grabbed her, restraining her as she fought
(Luca’s Pov– Past & Present)"Here," he said coldly. "This is for you to read. You need to learn."I opened the cover. The pages were filled with words I didn’t understand. Business strategies. Calculations. The philosophy of control."But I don’t want to read this," I protested. "I want you to read to me."His gaze hardened. "You don’t have a choice. You need to learn how to build an empire, Luca. A Romano doesn't waste time with childish things."And that was the first time I felt something break inside me.From that day forward, I was forced to grow up faster than any child should. My father pushed me harder, demanding results, expecting nothing less than perfection. I was expected to memorize books on finances, to understand the undercurrents of politics, to learn about manipulation. There was no room for fun. No room for joy. All that mattered was power, control, business.My mother, once so loving, stopped singing me to sleep. Her warm embrace became a distant memory. She