Hudson swore he had never been in such an awkward situation in his entire life.He lived one floor below Carlo Ferretti and came over every morning at the same time to help manage his daily affairs. Naturally, he wouldn’t disturb his master so early by going straight to his bedroom. Instead, he headed to the studio, the only other place that required daily cleaning.As he pushed the door open, he saw a girl lying on top of his master, and they seemed to be kissing. Carlo had never brought a girl to this penthouse before, so this was a scene Hudson had not expected in the slightest.Thankfully, his quick instincts kicked in. He immediately took two steps back, trying to close the door quietly, but the girl on top of Carlo must have heard something. She turned around, startled like a frightened bunny. Hudson got a good look at her face and realized it was the same girl Carlo had taken to the hotel a few weeks ago!Lyla’s face was flushed with embarrassment, as red as a tomato. From the
Lyla returned to her dorm and slept soundly. When she woke up, it was already afternoon. She plugged in her phone, and as it powered on, she noticed two or three missed calls, all from the same unknown number.Thinking it might be important, she called back, and the person on the other end answered quickly."Not answering my calls? I thought that crazy woman might've killed you in the lab," came the all-too-familiar mocking tone. There was no doubt—it was Carlo.Despite the teasing, his words carried a hint of concern. A warm feeling spread through Lyla’s chest. She replied awkwardly, “I... I was too exhausted and fell asleep.”“Your stuff’s fixed. When are you picking them up?” His tone was casual, as if both of them were purposefully avoiding the awkward kiss from earlier that morning.Lyla glanced at the time. It was already 4 PM. Even if she got up, washed, ate, and took the subway to his place, it would be nighttime by the time she arrived. Just thinking about last night made her
Lyla’s fingers tightened around her phone as she read Carlo’s message. She knew his words were meant to be a warning, but she couldn't wait any longer.Considering the dinner tonight, she quickly freshened up and chose a decent dress, then headed to the lab. There, she used a public computer to write a detailed email to the department chair and her advisor, explaining the events of the previous night and attaching the screenshot as evidence.By the time she finished, it was almost 6 p.m., yet her phone had no messages or calls from Carlo. What happened to dinner? Lyla huffed in annoyance. The wave of relief she'd felt earlier had given way to hunger, and her stomach growled as if on cue.Not one to let a man’s delay ruin her plans, she texted Carlo, "I'm at the lab. When are you coming?"*After five minutes, Carlo responded with a simple, "Busy. Grab something to eat and wait for me." The tone was casual, like she was some secret lover waiting on him to finish up his work.Lyla rolle
Lyla felt a surge of energy as she struggled to open her eyes. Through her blurred vision, she could make out Carlo’s familiar figure running toward her. A few meters away, he leaped into the air and delivered a powerful kick, sending Jessica flying.The pressure on her throat vanished instantly, and Lyla could finally breathe again. She lay on the ground, gasping for air as her vision cleared. For the first time, she saw an expression on Carlo's face that wasn’t his usual mockery or anger—it was fear, as if he was terrified of losing something precious. He grabbed her hand tightly and helped her sit up."Are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine concern.Lyla shook her head. She still couldn’t speak, her body trembling from the shock and fear. Carlo didn’t say anything further. He examined her, pressing gently on her limbs and torso to make sure she hadn’t broken any bones. Satisfied she wasn’t seriously hurt, he scooped her up effortlessly in his arms and carried her tow
Lyla grabbed her phone from Carlo’s car and picked up her bag from the ground, signaling for Carlo to follow.Carlo didn’t refuse, but instead of taking the elevator, he motioned for Lyla to lead him up the stairs. As they ascended, he trailed behind her, speaking in Italian on the phone, a language Lyla couldn’t understand. Concern crept over her—what if he was planning something dangerous against Jessica? At every landing, she turned her head slightly to observe his expression, searching for any sign of malice.Carlo, noticing her subtle movements, paused just before the next stairwell. He temporarily put his phone aside and, still in Italian, called out, "Hey, Lyla, will you be my girlfriend?"“Huh?” Lyla stopped and turned around, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Are you talking to me?"Seeing the confusion in her expression, Carlo realized she hadn’t understood. His lips curled into a mischievous smile as he switched to English, “Oh, I was just ordering food. Authentic Italian. I
Lyla immediately stopped what she was doing, concern flashing across her face. "Did I hurt you?" she asked. She realized she had tied the bandage a bit too tight, and now blood was seeping through, staining the gauze.Carlo furrowed his brows, his expression a mix of pain and innocence. "Lyla, do you hate me that much?"Lyla knew he was faking it—Carlo was a master at twisting words—but guilt still crept in. After all, he had gotten hurt because of her. She carefully unwrapped the bloodied bandage and replaced it with a fresh roll, this time working more gently.Carlo remained silent, his eyes fixated on the equipment in the lab.Lyla followed his gaze before explaining, "That's our lab’s newest piece of equipment. It measures endorphin levels.""Endorphins?" Carlo inquired, intrigued."Yes," she continued, "endorphins are chemicals produced in the brain that act like morphine, providing pain relief and pleasure. Our study explores the relationship between pain and stress relief. One o
Lyla's blue eyes glared defiantly at Carlo as she bit her lip, standing her ground while slowly attaching the sensors to her head.The monitor flickered to life, showing a blank graph with a faintly fluctuating line. She turned, hands braced on the table, leaning slightly forward.“Go ahead,” she breathed deeply, “I’ll prove you wrong.”In the next instant, she felt herself pulled into a firm embrace, spun around until she realized she was draped across Carlo’s lap. Her stomach pressed against his knees, legs dangling over the edge, forming a near-perfect 90-degree angle. The skirt she had carefully chosen for dinner now draped over her knees, its thin fabric tracing the curves of her body.“How dare—” "Smack!"Carlo’s hand struck her backside. “Shout any louder, and I’m sure those diligent students left in this building will hear you.”Humiliated, Lyla flushed a deep red. She knew Carlo wasn’t bluffing—there were probably still people in the building, and the thought of them hearing
Carlo’s hand slowly trailed up from her sore backside to her hair, stroking Lyla’s trembling body as if soothing a frightened kitten.After a long silence, he spoke, his voice much gentler than before. “Lyla, you were wrong.”“Yes, I was wrong,” Lyla obediently nodded.“No, what I mean is—you were wrong,” Carlo repeated, lifting her chin gently to make her face forward.In front of her, the equipment screen lit up, displaying a blank coordinate grid. Now, a winding line appeared, wavering slightly but showing an overall slow and steady rise.Lyla knew this experiment well enough to understand exactly what it meant.Her earlier guilt disappeared, replaced by an overwhelming wave of shame as the undeniable truth stared her in the face.Carlo had been right. She was wrong. If she truly believed in science, trusted that experiments didn’t lie, then she had to admit the truth. She enjoyed being controlled and had, in fact, felt a certain pleasure in the measured pain.Carlo's hand slid fro
"Who the hell do you think you are to order me around?" Lucas stormed forward, grabbing Carlo by the collar, his voice shaking with fury. "I warned you—if you hurt her again, I’ll never forgive you.""What the hell does this have to do with you?!" Carlo snapped, shoving Lucas's hand away. He didn’t even know who he was truly angry with, but the storm of emotions raging inside him demanded release. "She’s carrying my baby! Of course, I’ll protect her and the baby. This is none of your fucking business!""Enough!" Lyla’s voice cut through the tension, low but sharp. She clutched her still-flat stomach, her eyes brimming with pain and despair. "This isn’t your baby, Carlo. And I will never let you see it. You don’t deserve to be a husband, a father, or to be loved!"Though she spoke quietly, afraid of being overheard, her words were like daggers. The raspy, restrained anguish in her tone sliced through the night, hitting Carlo like a blow to the chest. His voice trembled as he tried to p
"Who is this woman?!" Isabella quickly approached Carlo, her eyes sharp with suspicion as she examined the disheveled, tear-streaked woman before her. The stranger's casual attire was out of place for the elegant engagement party, and she clearly wasn’t one of the household staff either.Carlo clenched his fists tightly, avoiding Lyla's gaze and refusing to meet Isabella's eyes either. His voice was cold and detached as he replied, "I don’t know. Just some crazy woman. I found her acting suspicious, so I followed her out to check. No big deal. I'll call Hudson to handle this. Come on, babe, let’s head back. We shouldn’t keep the guests waiting."He grabbed Isabella’s arm, attempting to lead her away, but she jerked free. "A crazy woman?" she snapped, clearly irritated. "I won’t allow anyone to ruin our engagement party. There’s no need to bother Hudson over this."With a sharp snap of her fingers, two burly men stepped out from the shadows at her beckon. Speaking in Italian, one asked
The mansion was enormous, filled with laughter and brightly lit from corner to corner. Lyla fought back tears and nausea as she tried to navigate her way out, relying on her memory of how she had arrived. She was aware that Carlo was silently following her, but he dared not call out to her in front of the crowd, and she dared not stop. They weaved through the bustling throng of guests, Lyla quickening her pace with each step, until she finally reached the dark, desolate vineyard.“Stop following me!” Lyla couldn’t hold it in any longer. The emotions she had been suppressing erupted as she turned to Carlo and screamed, her voice raw and miserable. “Don’t you have more important things to do? Go back! Be a happy fiancé! Why should you care if I live or die? I don’t need you anymore! I never will!”Her screams were filled with such pain and despair that she seemed like a porcelain doll, covered in cracks and on the verge of shattering at any moment. Carlo’s instinct was to rush forward a
Lyla sat quietly at a secluded table, her gaze fixed on the center of the grand ballroom. There, Carlo, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, was recounting the story of how he and Isabella met and fell in love.Just minutes ago, Blake had escorted her to this dimly lit corner. He had placed her at an inconspicuous table, posted two men to keep an eye on her, and then disappeared.When she arrived, she caught the tail end of Leonardo’s announcement—Carlo being granted the family name and partial control of its power. Carlo stood proudly beside his father, with his mother on the other side, her arm looped around Leonardo’s, her smile radiant. They looked like the perfect family, united and unshakable. Carlo’s expression was brimming with triumph, his striking green eyes gleaming with ambition and a hunger for power—something Lyla had never seen in him before. In that moment, he felt like a stranger to her.Now, the spotlight had shifted to Carlo and Isabella. The stunning, confident
The mansion on the seaside cliff was unusually lively today. The engagement party of Carlo Ferretti and Isabella Cavalieri wasn’t just a union of two powerful Mafia families; it symbolized their collective expansion into international territories. The Cavalieri family had flown in hundreds of members from Europe, while the Ferretti family made an equally impressive show of force, gathering nearly all their key figures. Adding to the grandeur were representatives from other factions hoping to curry favor with the two Mafia dynasties.The whole thing felt like a royal wedding—lavish and over the top.For Carlo, this wasn’t just another party—it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He had spent over two decades fighting for recognition within his family. While his initial agreement to marry Isabella had been a strategy to save Lyla, recent developments had shifted his perspective. Just before the engagement, his father, Leonardo, had visited him in the hospital despite his failing hea
Lyla felt like she’d been hit over the head, her mind foggy and spinning. Stumbling, she grabbed onto the table for support, picking up the invitation and staring at it as if she didn’t recognize the words. She flipped it over, studying it again and again.“No… I don’t believe it,” she murmured, her voice trembling as if she were trying to convince herself. “He told me Isabella was only six. They… they can’t be getting engaged.”“Oh, so that’s what he told you?” Blake sneered. “No wonder. When you heard it yourself that day, I thought your temper would have you walking out on him for good. But looks like even a stupid lie like that was enough to fool you. Ah, poor girl. I almost feel sorry for you.”Lyla shook her head, unsure if she was rejecting Blake’s words or denying that Carlo had lied. Her eyes filled with tears, but she bit them back. “No, you’re lying. You’re just using me to hurt him!”Blake clicked his tongue, his expression laced with fake sympathy and disdain. “Why don’t
At Lucas’s suggestion, Lyla went to the hospital’s OB department, and the results confirmed it—she was almost two months pregnant.Overjoyed, she planned to call Carlo right away, but Lucas stopped her.“Better hold off on telling him,” he advised, looking uneasy. “You know him well, right? He’s still in the hospital, if he finds out you’re pregnant, he’ll check himself out just to be by your side.” Seeing Lyla’s hesitation, he added, “Besides, pregnancy isn’t very stable in the first three months. Why not wait until then? It would crush him if anything happened.”Reluctantly, Lyla agreed. She knew now wasn’t the best time. She decided to keep this a surprise, waiting until both Carlo and her mother were fully healed before sharing the news.For the next month, Lyla stayed by her mother’s side. Every weekend, Lucas would fly over from Westheaven, nearly convincing Camilla that he was Lyla’s mysterious boyfriend. To keep the truth from her mother, Lyla would only call Carlo late at ni
"Here you go Mom, have some orange." Lyla handed her mother a peeled slice of orange. Camilla Sinclair took it, her eyes drifting to the black-suited men standing outside the ward, her expression uneasy. She had lived a quiet and peaceful life, never imagining she’d one day see her once sweet, obedient daughter surrounded by bodyguards.It had been days now, and Lyla still hadn’t offered an explanation. Every time Camilla asked, Lyla would dodge with some excuse. But today, when one of the guards eyed a nurse suspiciously as she entered, Camilla couldn’t hold back any longer."Lyla, enough! Who are these people, and why are they here?"Lyla sighed. "Mom, I’ve told you—you need to focus on recovering. That’s what’s most important. They’re here to keep us safe. I promise, they’re good people."Camilla’s tone sharpened, “What kind of normal person needs this kind of protection?” Her voice raised, straining her already weakened body. Lyla quickly reached out to calm her mother, but Camil
The ward, a woman's soft, half-amused, half-irritated voice broke the silence."So, you're telling me there was never an Isabella Cavalieri?!" Lyla stood by Carlo’s bed, arms crossed, still a bit red-eyed from the earlier panic. Her face showed a mix of frustration and slight embarrassment after listening to Carlo’s full explanation.According to Carlo, Isabella was merely a fabrication, a lie he’d told to mislead Blake and rescue her. At first, Lyla wasn’t fully convinced. But when Carlo reminded her of the promises he’d made to her on the island, her last doubts melted away.A playful glint sparkled in Carlo's eyes as he grinned. "Oh, but Isabella does exist. And yes, she really is a Cavalieri."Lyla's gaze immediately turned suspicious until Carlo quickly clarified, "Though, she’s only six years old."Realizing how close she came to falling for another of his jokes, Lyla clenched her fist and gave him a light punch on the shoulder. Before she could pull her hand back, Carlo caught