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Chapter 6: Unfinished Business

Author: Luna
last update Last Updated: 2025-03-24 03:48:04

As Isla rushed along the sidewalk, her boots crunching on the snow-laden pavement, the morning air felt severe and unforgiving. Before her, each breath formed a delicate mist that dissipated into the chill. She pushed her hands further into her coat pockets, the icy wind seeping through the frayed material. She arrived late. Once more. Her thoughts were entangled with concerns—her approaching exams, the perpetual hospital shifts, the mounting debt burdening her. Rest was a luxury she couldn't obtain, and coffee had turned into her salvation. She was weary, fatigued, and hardly keeping it together.

A persistent pain pulsed in her temple, yet she disregarded it, concentrating instead on the crosswalk in front of her. The light had just changed to red, providing her an opportunity to cross before traffic increased again.

However, she didn’t notice the vehicle.

Not before it was too late.

The sound of a horn.

The cry of tires on icy surface.

Her head jerked up just as glaring headlights rushed toward her.

Subsequently—effect.

Agonizing pain surged through her body as a large object collided with her left side. The world spun violently, her feet lifting off the ground. The icy air rushed by her as she hit the ground, agony pulsating in her hip, elbow, and knee.

For a brief moment, there was emptiness.

Only a dull, echoing quiet.

Then the agony surged into existence, intense and relentless, ripping through her leg like flames.

A collective gasp sounded all around her. Some far-off voices whispered, yet nobody came forward to assist.

Her eyesight became hazy as she fought to understand what had occurred. The chill penetrated her bones, and her breathing was rapid and anxious.

Snowflakes adhered to her eyelashes while she attempted to shift. A sharp pain shot through her ankle, and a choked gasp broke from her mouth.

Damaged. It needed to be shattered.

The monotonous drone of a running engine pierced the noise in her ears.

A stylish, black Rolls-Royce lingered at the edge of the crosswalk, its shiny exterior shining in the morning light. The colored windows mirrored the overcast sky, rendering it hard to see within.

An instant later, the driver's door opened wide.

A man emerged, wearing a sharp black suit that hardly revealed a crease despite the cold winter air. His shiny shoes crunched on the frosty pavement as he drew near. His expression was a deliberate facade of neutrality—no remorse, no fear, only apathy.

“She’s fine, sir,” the driver shouted.

Isla’s blood boiled.

Okay? Okay?!

She could barely move her damn leg, and he had the audacity to say she was fine?

“Hey!” Isla shouted, her voice raw with anger. “What do you mean by that?”

She tried to push herself up, but the sharp sting in her ankle made her gasp.

The driver barely spared her a glance. “You should look carefully next time,” he said flatly, already turning back toward the car.

Her vision went red.

He was just going to leave?

Without thinking, without caring about the consequences, Isla snatched her phone from her coat pocket and hurled it with all her strength.

The device crashed against the tinted backseat window of the Rolls-Royce, the expensive glass not shattering but definitely taking the hit.

The car immediately screeched to a halt.

A tense silence followed.

Her heart pounded as the back door swung open, and this time, it wasn’t the driver who stepped out.

A long black coat draped over his broad shoulders, the dark fabric almost blending into the snowy backdrop. His presence commanded attention—calm, composed, but undeniably dangerous.

Lorenzo De Luca.

No. No, no, no.

Of all the people in this city, why did it have to be him?

She shrank back, instinct screaming at her to run—but her body betrayed her. She was trapped, her injured leg making escape impossible.

Lorenzo stepped closer, his sharp gaze flicking down at her, his expression unreadable. He studied her for a moment, then turned slightly to the driver.

“You almost ran someone over and you’re saying she’s fine?,” he said, his voice eerily calm.

“I’m very sorry sir, it won’t happen again” the driver defended.

Isla clenched her teeth. Unbelievable.

Lorenzo sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Great. Just what I needed today.”

He doesn’t recognize me.

The realization hit her like a punch to the gut.

Good.

Maybe—just maybe—she could get out of this without him remembering who she was.

“I’m fine,” she said quickly, trying to mask the pain in her voice. “So just go. I don’t need any help.”

Lorenzo’s gaze shifted back to her. For a moment, he simply watched her, his dark eyes unreadable.

Is this how he was going to repay her for saving his life? By running her over?

Had he planned this?

Did he want her dead after all?

She swallowed hard, forcing herself to stay calm. Maybe, just maybe, he didn’t recognize her.

Maybe she could pretend—

Then, his brow furrowed.

Something flickered across his face. Recognition.

He tilted his head slightly, as if piecing together a puzzle.

Then—

“It’s you,” Lorenzo said, his voice quiet, yet carrying an undeniable weight.

Her stomach dropped.

So much for that idea.

She wished she could disappear.

Lorenzo tilted his head, eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to confirm what he already knew.

A year had passed.

A year had passed, and yet here she was, thrown back into his path like fate had unfinished business between them.

“You’re that girl”

“What?” Isla tried to feign confusion. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

But his expression darkened with amusement, like he could see right through her lie.

Lorenzo let out a breath, a smirk ghosting his lips. “Lying isn’t your strong suit, Isla.”

Her heart slammed against her ribs.

He remembered her name.

Before she could protest further, Lorenzo moved.

Without hesitation, he crouched down and swept her into his arms.

“What—what are you doing?!” Isla shrieked, thrashing against his iron grip.

“You broke your leg,” he said simply, his tone infuriatingly calm. “And it’s my fault.”

She didn’t have time to process what that even meant before he carried her toward his car, the Rolls-Royce she had just attacked.

“No—put me down! I don’t need your help!” she protested, fists pounding against his chest.

Lorenzo didn’t even flinch.

“Too bad, that’s my problem now,” he murmured.

“No, it’s not!” she protested. And just like that, Isla Monroe found herself dragged right back into the world of Lorenzo De Luca.

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