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ISADORA The silence stretched between us, not awkward, not heavy—just there. A quiet understanding.Luca’s fingers trailed lazily along my arm, his touch gentler than I’d ever felt from him before. Like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to hold me but couldn’t quite stop himself."You said she was never really there," he murmured after a while. "What did you mean?"I exhaled slowly, staring at the ceiling. "She was… distracted. Distant. Always chasing something that wasn’t us. My father, mostly."His hand stilled. "She loved him?"I let out a small, hollow laugh. "She thought she did. But I think she loved the idea of him more than the reality. She built him up in her head, made him into something he wasn’t. And when he didn’t live up to it, she just… checked out. From him. From me."Luca was quiet for a long time, his gaze unreadable. "And yet, you still miss her."I turned my head to look at him, something sharp curling in my chest. "You ever think about your mom?"His expression fl
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ISADORAThe silence stretched between us again, but this time, it was different. I could feel the weight of everything Luca wasn’t saying pressing against the air between us. His hand still traced slow, absentminded patterns along my spine, but his mind was somewhere else. Somewhere darker.And maybe I should’ve let it go. Maybe I should’ve let him stay in that quiet, let him believe that I didn’t need to know more.But I did.I tipped my head back, studying his face in the dim light. “Did you ever love her?”His fingers paused. Just for a second.His jaw tightened, his expression unreadable as he exhaled slowly. “Alicia?”I nodded.Something flickered in his gaze, something I couldn’t quite place. He was quiet for a moment, like he was trying to decide how much he was willing to give me.Then, finally, he spoke.“I met her at a gala,” he said, his voice distant, like he was pulling the memory from a place he hadn’t touched in a long time. “It was just after I took over from my father
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LUCAIsadora’s breath was still shaky when I pulled away, my thumb brushing over the curve of her jaw. Her lips were kiss-swollen, her eyes dark with something I could finally name.Love.She might not have said it yet, but I saw it in the way she clung to me, in the way she didn’t hesitate when she asked me to marry her.And fuck if that didn’t make me want to lock her away where no one could ever touch her.My phone vibrated against the nightstand, and I exhaled sharply, pressing one last kiss to her lips before reaching for it.Rafael.I already knew what this was about before I even answered.“Talk,” I ordered.His voice was sharp, all business. “We’ve got him. Valentino Costa. He’s holed up in a warehouse near the docks. Not alone, but we can handle it.”The name sent a slow, dark heat curling through my veins.Alicia had been many things—a traitor, a liar—but when she’d gasped out Costa’s name as the one behind the attacks on Isadora, There's no doubt he's not the boss but he ha
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ISADORAI didn't even know there was a fucking clinic ward in this house.Rafael barreled through the halls, shouting orders, his grip on Luca unrelenting as he and another man hauled him toward a hidden wing of the estate. Blood trailed behind them, soaking into the expensive floors, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.Luca's weight sagged between them, his head lolling to the side, his breaths shallow. Too shallow.Panic choked me."Move!" Rafael barked, shoving through a set of double doors.The clinic was pristine, cold, too white. It smelled of antiseptic and something metallic—Luca’s blood. My stomach twisted as they laid him onto a surgical bed, hands working fast to strip away his blood-soaked shirt.I hovered, frozen, my heartbeat a frantic, unbearable rhythm in my ears.Luca was too pale. His eyes fluttered, unfocused, lips parted as though he was fighting to stay conscious.A doctor—where the hell did he even come from?—rushed in, a bag slung over his shoulder. "Get out of
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ISADORA The clinic ward was eerily silent now, save for the steady beeping of monitors and the occasional murmur of the doctor’s assistant. But the stillness did nothing to calm me.Luca was too pale. His breathing, though steady, was still too shallow. I gripped his hand tightly, my fingers trembling against his skin. He was warm—too warm, fever still clinging to him. My stomach twisted.I hadn’t moved from his side.Not when the doctor finished tending to him. Not when Rafael tried to speak to me. Not even when my body screamed in protest, exhaustion weighing me down like lead.I wasn’t leaving.Rafael sighed from where he stood near the doorway, arms crossed. His sharp eyes, always unreadable, softened just slightly as he watched me.“Isadora,” he murmured, stepping closer. “You need to rest.”I shook my head, my grip on Luca tightening. “I’m not leaving him.”Rafael exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “You’re pregnant.”The words hit like a quiet reminder, one I had
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ISADORA “Come on. Let’s get you upstairs.”I hesitated, my gaze flickering back to Luca. He was still, but not in the way that had terrified me earlier. His chest rose and fell in steady rhythms, his pulse strong beneath my fingertips.Bianca reached for my arm. “Rafael’s staying here. He’ll call you the second anything changes.”The logic was there. But logic didn’t matter.What mattered was that Luca had almost died tonight. And I wasn’t sure I’d survive seeing it happen again.But I wasn’t given much of a choice. Bianca tugged gently, pulling me up from the chair. My legs protested the sudden movement, pins and needles prickling up my calves from standing for so long without rest.The walk to the grand staircase felt longer than it should have. The house was eerily quiet, the usual hum of distant voices absent. The only sound was the muffled press of our footsteps against the marble floor.Halfway up the stairs, a wave of dizziness hit me.I swayed, the edges of my vision tilting
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ISADORA The room was quiet except for the steady beep of Luca’s heart monitor and the low hum of Rafael’s breathing.I lay there for a while, watching Luca, tracing the shape of his fingers with my eyes, memorizing the slight movement of his chest. Every breath he took felt like borrowed time, a reminder that he was still here. That I hadn’t lost him.But sleep didn’t come easily.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him—bleeding, gasping, slipping away. The metallic scent of blood clung to my memory, sharp and suffocating. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing the images away, but they always lurked just beneath the surface.A rustling sound broke the silence.I turned my head slightly, expecting to see Rafael adjusting in his chair, but he was still, his arms crossed, eyes closed.The noise came again—this time from the bed.My breath caught.I pushed up onto my elbows, heart pounding as I focused on Luca. His fingers twitched slightly against the blanket, a small but unmistakable movemen
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ISADORALuca’s reluctant surrender lasted all of ten minutes.The moment Rafael left the room, he shifted like he was testing the limits of his pain, his jaw clenched in quiet determination. I knew that look. It was the same one he wore before making a reckless decision.I exhaled sharply. “Luca—”“I need to see Costa myself.”I clenched my fists. “No, you need to heal.”His eyes, sharp despite the lingering haze of painkillers, locked onto mine. “I won’t sit here while someone else handles my problem.”I swallowed my frustration, trying to remain calm, but it was impossible. The past few days had been nothing but fear, watching him teeter between life and death, praying for just one more moment. And now, barely awake, he was ready to throw himself into the fire again.My hands curled into the sheets. “Do you even hear yourself? You almost died, Luca. Do you think that means nothing?”His jaw flexed, but he didn’t look away. “I think it means I have unfinished business.”Something sna
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LUCAI woke to empty sheets.Still warm. Still scented with her skin. But empty.I stared at the space beside me, the imprint of her body a haunting echo. Isadora wasn’t the kind of woman who left quietly. She always lingered—her hand in my hair, her lips on my jaw, her scent on my clothes. She made herself known.But this morning?She slipped away like a secret.I sat up, fingers dragging through my hair as a sharp edge of unease curled in my chest. It wasn’t paranoia—not when your world was filled with shadows that moved when you weren’t looking.And not when your wife—the woman you’d kill for—was suddenly acting like she was holding something back.Again.I got up. Dressed slow. Purposeful. My head was clear, every movement methodical. I didn’t rush. No—I watched.Security footage. Hallway angles. The time she slipped out.She wasn’t just going for a morning walk.She was meeting someone.No... Laura.I recognized her in the footage, sitti
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LUCAShe said she was fine.But she wasn’t.I knew Isadora too damn well by now—not just her smiles, her sighs, the subtle shifts in her posture when she was tired or thinking too hard—but the way she lied.Because she was a terrible liar.And that smile she gave me? It was just that—a cover. A shield.I watched her a second longer, her eyes flicking back to the phone like it burned.He looked familiar to her.She didn’t say it out loud, but I saw it in the way her shoulders stiffened, the pause too long before her answer. Something about that face hit her memory hard, and she buried the reaction faster than she thought I’d notice.But I always noticed.Because I paid attention.Because ever since I put that ring on her finger, I’d made it my business to protect her—whether from enemies or memories she didn’t want to face.I set the phone down, leaned closer, brushing her hair away from her cheek, even though my pulse had picked up slightly. “You
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ISADORAThe Next Morning“Peonies or white roses?” Laura asked, holding up the two mood boards like this decision could alter the course of history.I eyed both, pretending to care even though my head wasn’t really in it. My heart was, though—because this wedding? It meant freedom. A promise. A future. Even if the groom walked around with a loaded gun and nightmares carved into his bones.“Peonies,” I said, eventually. “They’re softer.”Laura nodded, scribbling a note. “And the dress fitting is still set for Friday. Your shoes came in yesterday, and we need to finalize the seating chart.”“Luca’s not going to care who sits where,” I muttered.She smirked. “He cares more than he lets on. He told Rafael to make sure your uncle doesn’t sit next to that one cousin you hate.”I blinked. “He knows about that?”“Girl, he knows everything.”I bit back a smile.Maybe he did.Maybe he was listening.Luca and Rafael popped in and out—checking on securi
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ISADORALater That DayI didn’t go back to my room. Couldn’t. I needed clarity, not the suffocating silence of silk sheets and locked doors. So I went to the only place that ever made sense when everything else didn’t—the garden. Luca’s mother’s garden, to be exact. It was a piece of serenity tucked between the chaos, the only place in this mansion that hadn’t been touched by blood or secrets.I walked along the stone path, brushing my fingers against the petals of the roses she used to care for. It was ironic, how something so delicate could survive here, in a place built on violence and power plays. Maybe that’s why I liked it—because it reminded me of what I wanted to be. Soft when I chose to be. Sharp when I needed to be.I sat on the stone bench at the edge of the garden, pulling my knees to my chest, letting the wind carry my thoughts. I didn’t hear him approach—not at first—but I felt it. That same tension in the air. That same storm.Luca.He didn’t say anyt
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ISADORAThe Next MorningI woke to the faint scent of sandalwood and fire.Luca.Even before my eyes opened, I could feel him—his presence thick in the air, like a storm had passed through and left its electricity behind. The sheets beside me were cool, but the echo of him lingered. A ghost of warmth. A shadow of protection. And danger.I sat up slowly, the silk of my nightgown whispering against my skin as I ran a hand through my hair. The mansion was too still. Like it was holding its breath.Or maybe… like he was.The last few days had been a blur of lace, tastings, flower samples, and dress fittings. Smiles that didn’t quite reach my eyes. Laughter that felt like someone else’s. I’d played the part—I always did—but I wasn’t blind.Luca had changed.There was an edge to him now, sharper than usual. Not the possessive, controlling type that gripped my waist too tightly or growled when someone looked at me too long—no, this was colder. Strategic. Distant.
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EMILIO Unknown Location The ice clinked against the side of the glass as I stirred lazily, the amber liquid inside catching the light of the chandelier above. “Status?” I asked, mirroring the same word Morretti was probably spitting into his phone right now. Viktor stood across the room, arms folded, expression sharp. “She was shaken. He’s rattled. Mission accomplished.” A smile tugged at my mouth. “Good.” I rose from the armchair and crossed to the wall of screens, all still frames from different angles—streets, clubs, surveillance feeds. And right in the center, a blurry image of Isadora, caught mid-turn in that little bridal boutique. Fear in her eyes. Vulnerability in her shoulders. It was art. “She didn’t see the blade,” Viktor said. “Just the man. It was enough.” “That was the point,” I murmured. “It was never about hurting her. Not yet. It was about jarring him.” I tapped the screen slowly, the rhythm like a
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LUCAAn Hour LaterI watched her disappear down the hall with a flicker of a smile on her lips. A rare one. One I hadn’t seen in too long.God, I missed that smile.The moment she turned the corner, I was already pulling my phone from my pocket.“Status?” I asked, voice low.Rafael answered on the first ring. “We tracked the van. No plates. Abandoned in Queens. Torched.”Of course it was. “Surveillance?”“Nothing clean. Either they knew the angles or they’ve got someone on the inside feeding them locations.”I let out a breath, slow and steady. My fingers clenched around the glass in my hand, tension humming just beneath my skin.“Pull every camera within a ten-block radius. I want facial recognition run on anyone near that vehicle in the past twenty-four hours.”Rafael was silent for a beat. “Luca, you should tell her what we know. She’s not stupid—”“No,” I cut him off. “She doesn’t need more reasons to lose sleep. Let her plan the damn wedding.”
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LUCAThe Next MorningThe storm inside me hadn’t passed. It had simply settled into a quiet rage, one that hummed beneath my skin like a loaded gun. I stood by the window in my office, watching the sun claw its way up through the skyline, wondering how the hell it had come to this.Emilio. That name was starting to rot in my brain. I should’ve seen him coming. I should’ve anticipated the move, the breach. The moment I saw the fear in Isadora’s eyes, I knew I’d failed. And failure? That’s not something I wear lightly.She was right. She always is when it comes to the things I don’t want to admit. I’d been so obsessed with shielding her, watching her every move, preparing for every threat—except the one that slipped right past us. And she’d seen it clearer than I had: maybe she wasn’t the real target. Maybe I was.But fuck, if I’m the target, then fine. Let them come. I can take it. I’ve taken worse. What I can’t take? Watching her unravel, feeling that grief eating her
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ISADORA “I mean,” I continued, my voice tightening with each word, “what if it’s not me they want? What if they’re after you? What if Emilio’s plan is bigger than just hurting me? Maybe I’m just the distraction.” I saw the shift in him, but it wasn’t shock. It was something else—an understanding. A knowing. “I thought I’d made that clear,” he said, his voice softer now, almost like he was speaking to himself. “You’re always the first to be in danger because they know what you mean to me. But I’ve never thought you were the ultimate target.” My chest tightened at the realization. I wanted to argue, but the truth was, he already knew. He’d already thought of it. He always thought of everything. “You always think about me,” I murmured, my voice cracking slightly, “but you never think about yourself. About what could happen to you.” He stepped closer, but this time there was no anger in his movement. Just an unsettling calm. “You don’t get it, Isador
