Alessia's Pov The car rolled to a stop, and I couldn’t help but gawk at the sprawling underground garage around me. Row after row of luxury cars glistened under the soft overhead lights, each one a testament to obscene wealth. Ferraris, Lamborghinis, Aston Martins—each brand more extravagant than the last. I counted quickly in my head, but there had to be at least fifty cars parked here. My mouth went dry, and my fingers gripped the strap of my duffle bag tightly.“Where are we?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Luca stepped out of the car without answering, walking around to open my door. “Get out,” he said simply.I slid out cautiously, my eyes darting around the garage. “Whose garage is this?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly. “Is this... Claudia’s?”Luca glanced at me, his face unreadable. “No,” he said as if it were obvious. “This is mine.”I froze, my heart skipping a beat. “Yours?”He nodded, walking toward a sleek elevator at the far end of the garage. “Keep up,”
Alessia's Pov My chest tightened, and I looked around the massive room, suddenly feeling trapped. “What do you want from me?” I demanded, my voice breaking despite my attempt in being brave.“What we want,” the voice sneered, “is what’s owed to us. And we always collect, Alessia. Always.”“Who are you?” I whispered, gripping the phone so tightly that my knuckles turned white.“You’ll find out soon enough. Or maybe you won’t live long enough to care,” he said, his tone casual but laced with venom. “Let me give you some advice. Don’t get comfortable in that gilded cage Matteo's put you in. It won’t protect you when we come.”I could feel the blood draining from my face. “Why are you after me? I haven’t done anything!”The voice laughed again, harsher this time. “Your ignorance means nothing, Alessia. You’re a pawn in a game far bigger than you. Matteo knows it. Deep down, so do you.”I stumbled back, the edge of the bed catching me as I sat down hard. “I don’t know what you’re talking
Alessia's Pov “That hospital,” he said grimly, pacing now. “It’s owned by a part Claudia empire. Elena might have struck a deal with them .”My heart plummeted, a cold wave of fear washing over me. “No. No, that can’t be. Mercy Grace is… it’s supposed to be one of the best hospitals. My mom’s been going there for years!”“It’s not about the hospital itself,” Luca said, his voice sharp. “It’s about who controls it. The Claudia empire doesn’t care about the patients—they care about power and leverage. If they know you’re connected to someone in that hospital…”He trailed off, his meaning clear. They wouldn’t hesitate to use her against us.“No,” I whispered, shaking my head as the weight of his words sank in. “She’s just an innocent woman. They wouldn’t—”“They would,” Luca interrupted, his tone blunt but not unkind. “And if they’ve connected her to you, they’ll use her to get to you. That’s how they operate.”I felt like the ground had been pulled out from under me. Every nerve in my
Alessia's Pov “It’s not your fault,” she said softly, stroking my hair. “You’ve always been my priority, Alessia. I’d do it all again if it meant giving you a better life.”For a moment, the room was silent except for my quiet sobs. Then my mom pulled back slightly, her tear-streaked face softening as her gaze shifted to Luca again.“And this one,” she said, her voice lighter now. “He looks like he’d do anything to protect you.”I sniffled, wiping at my face as I followed her gaze. Luca stood silently by the window, his arms crossed and his jaw tight. Despite his usual composure, there was a flicker of something raw in his eyes—something protective and fierce.“He does,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.Luca stepped forward then, his voice calm but firm. “Mrs. Morreti, I need to ask you something important. Has anyone from the Claudia empire contacted you recently? Anyone suspicious hanging around the hospital?”She frowned, shaking her head. “No, nothing like that. Why?”
Alessia's Pov "Will you marry me?" Luca’s voice was steady yet tender, resonating through the elegant restaurant like a melody meant only for me.Gasps rippled around us as every head turned our way. I was too stunned to notice the scattered clapping and murmurs building in the room. All I could see was Luca kneeling before me, a small velvet box open in his hands, revealing a stunning diamond ring that sparkled under the soft chandeliers.“Alessia,” he continued, his blue eyes locking with mine. “I know we didn’t start this journey the way most people do, but I want you to know something. You’ve changed me in ways I never expected. Your strength, your selflessness, and your unwavering love for your family… it’s made me want to be a better man. And I want to spend every day proving that to you.”Tears blurred my vision, my hands trembling as I covered my mouth. He sounded so sincere, his words weaving a spell around my heart.“Say yes,” he said softly, a hint of vulnerability breakin
Alessia's Pov The car ride home was quiet, almost too quiet, with the occasional glance from Luca as his hands gripped the steering wheel. My thoughts were a whirlwind. The public proposal had been a spectacle, and though I’d agreed to it, the reality of being engaged to Luca Romano—a man whose world was a dangerous mystery—was finally sinking in.When we arrived at his sprawling home, the grandeur of it once again hit me. It wasn’t the kind of place you simply lived in—it was the kind of place you either ruled or got lost in. Luca parked the car, stepping out with his usual calm demeanor.“You can go to your room,” he said curtly, already walking toward the side of the house where his office likely was.I stood there for a second, clutching my bag. I didn’t know what compelled me, but the words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop them. “When do we get to share a room?”Luca froze mid-step. His shoulders stiffened, and he turned back slowly, his piercing gaze locking onto min
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
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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