Luca’s POVI could feel Emma’s presence beside me, her warmth seeping into the cold, dark corners of my heart. We stood there for a long time, neither of us speaking, but the silence between us was different now. It wasn’t heavy with the tension that had once hung over us, nor was it filled with the weight of unresolved anger. It was… comfortable, in a way. Like we were both trying to find our way back to each other, to a place where we could rebuild something that had been shattered.I tightened my arms around her, almost as though I feared she might slip away from me if I let go. I didn’t want her to leave. Not now, not ever. But I knew better than to think I could just will her into staying, that it would all magically fix itself because I wanted it to.Emma had been through so much because of me. The hurt, the betrayal, the fear—it had all been me. And while I’d tried to justify it to myself in the past, there was no denying it anymore. I had to be honest with myself. I had broken
Emma’s POVThe cold air of the evening wrapped around me as I stood in the hospital room, staring at Luca. He lay there, unconscious, bruised and battered, hooked up to machines that beeped rhythmically, a constant reminder that he was still alive. That he was still here, even after everything. I couldn’t comprehend how I felt in that moment. I had never truly realized the extent of my feelings for him until I thought I might lose him forever. The thought alone made my heart clench, an agonizing ache spreading through my chest.When the phone call had come, the one telling me that Luca had been in an accident, I had almost collapsed on the spot. My world had tilted on its axis, and I could hardly catch my breath. I rushed to the hospital, my heart racing with fear that I hadn’t known I carried for him. Every second that passed, every minute that dragged on as I waited to hear his condition, felt like an eternity.Now, standing in this sterile, fluorescent-lit room, I couldn’t help but
Luca’s POVThe room was still, too still for my liking. I could hear the faint hum of machines, the soft click of the heart monitor, and the steady beeping that matched the rhythm of my heartbeat. I couldn’t focus on anything else. My body ached, but it wasn’t just physical pain that gnawed at me. It was the uncertainty. The fear. The vulnerability I had never allowed myself to feel before.I should have been used to it by now. The constant fight, the dangers I was always in, the unrelenting tension of a mafia life that never seemed to ease. But this… this was different. This time, it wasn’t a bullet that nearly took me. It wasn’t a betrayal from a rival. This time, it was something deeper, something far more terrifying than I could ever have anticipated.It was the thought of losing Emma.When I first woke up, I had been disoriented. My vision was blurry, my head throbbing, and for a moment, I thought I had died. That maybe I had slipped away in the crash and this was some kind of pu
Emma’s POVI couldn’t stop staring at him. Luca. The man who had once been a force of nature, a ruthless mafia boss who would never show an ounce of weakness or vulnerability, was now lying in front of me, raw and open in a way I had never thought possible. It was as if the walls he had built around himself had crumbled, revealing someone far more human than I had ever expected.And yet, in that moment, I saw the man I had always feared—and, unexpectedly, the man I had come to love.The words he had spoken to me just minutes ago still echoed in my mind. I love you, Emma. Three words I had never imagined him saying to me. Three words that had shaken me to my core. I had always believed that Luca was incapable of feeling anything more than dominance and control. I had never once thought he would look at me the way he had, with softness in his eyes, his heart exposed.I swallowed, unsure of what to do with this new reality.I had spent so many months hating him, blaming him for my forced
Emma’s POVI couldn’t stop staring at him. Luca. The man who had once been a force of nature, a ruthless mafia boss who would never show an ounce of weakness or vulnerability, was now lying in front of me, raw and open in a way I had never thought possible. It was as if the walls he had built around himself had crumbled, revealing someone far more human than I had ever expected.And yet, in that moment, I saw the man I had always feared—and, unexpectedly, the man I had come to love.The words he had spoken to me just minutes ago still echoed in my mind. I love you, Emma. Three words I had never imagined him saying to me. Three words that had shaken me to my core. I had always believed that Luca was incapable of feeling anything more than dominance and control. I had never once thought he would look at me the way he had, with softness in his eyes, his heart exposed.I swallowed, unsure of what to do with this new reality.I had spent so many months hating him, blaming him for my forced
Emma’s POVI stood in front of the mirror, my fingers trembling as I traced the delicate band on my finger. The soft glow of the candles around me reflected off the sparkling diamond, and it almost felt surreal. The weight of the ring, a simple but beautiful symbol of everything Luca and I had been through, felt like a thousand unspoken words. His proposal hadn’t been grand, it hadn’t been flashy, but it had been everything I had secretly hoped for—and more.It was strange, how quickly things had shifted. Only days ago, I had been unsure of everything. My emotions had been a tangled mess, filled with confusion, fear, and anger. But tonight… tonight, something had changed. A quiet peace settled in my heart. I looked at the ring again, my chest swelling with a mixture of hope and fear.I hadn’t expected this. Not from Luca. Not from a man who had always been so closed off, so intent on keeping his emotions locked away behind an impenetrable wall. But somehow, in the soft intimacy of tha
Luca’s POVThe pain still lingered, though the wounds had mostly healed. I could feel it in the scar that ran along my side, the deep ache that reminded me of everything that had happened. Everything that had almost been taken from me.Emma had no idea what I was planning. Hell, she didn’t even know the half of it. How could I tell her? How could I explain to her that the man who had almost killed me—the man who had tried to strip me of everything I held dear—was still breathing, still walking this earth, like nothing had happened? How could I tell her that the revenge I had waited for had finally come?I leaned back against the dark, leather chair in my office, the dim light from the desk lamp casting long shadows on the walls. The soft clicking of the clock on the far wall echoed in the silence. My fingers curled around the cool glass of whiskey in my hand. I didn’t drink often, but tonight, I needed it. I needed to feel something, anything, to drown out the gnawing anticipation bui
Emma’s POVI couldn’t stop smiling. It was ridiculous, really, how often I found myself grinning for no reason at all. But every time I thought about it—the wedding, the future, the life I was about to build—I couldn’t help myself. I was planning a wedding, but more importantly, I was planning a life with Luca. A life that felt like a dream, and yet, it was so real, so tangible, that I almost wanted to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t imagining it.The world outside my office was bustling with the usual noise of the city, but here, in this little corner of my world, it felt like time had slowed down. The soft light from the window bathed the room in a warm glow, and I had all the time in the world to sift through wedding magazines, jot down ideas, and make decisions that would shape the most important day of my life.The wedding. The wedding I had once thought would never happen. The wedding I had never imagined with anyone other than the man who had captured my heart in a way I nev
Emma’s & Luca’s POV (Combined POV, Epilogue)Emma’s POVI had always wondered if love was something that could truly save you. I used to think it was just a fleeting feeling, something that passed, something that couldn’t bear the weight of life’s complexities. But standing here, with Luca beside me, I realized that love wasn’t just a feeling—it was a force. A force that had pulled us through the worst of times and brought us to this moment.I watched Luca from across the room. He was sitting at the desk in the study, looking out over the sprawling estate that had once felt like a prison, but now felt like a home. The weight of the past was still there, but it wasn’t a burden anymore. It was just a part of us, woven into the fabric of who we had become.Luca’s hand moved over the documents in front of him, but his focus was elsewhere. He was thinking, just like I was. About everything we had overcome. About everything we had fought for.I stood up and walked over to him slowly, the ba
Emma’s POVThe morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. I could feel the weight of Luca’s body beside me, his steady breathing a comforting sound. It had been a long time since I had woken up to this peace—this quiet certainty that, no matter what happened, everything would be okay.I shifted slightly in the bed, not wanting to disturb him, but craving the closeness that we shared. I rested my hand gently over my stomach, feeling the slight movement of the baby inside me. Our child. The child that had brought us closer, and in a way, had healed so many wounds between us.The events of the past few days seemed so far away now. The tension, the fear, the uncertainties—they all felt distant, replaced by something else. Something tangible. Something real.I glanced at Luca, his face relaxed in sleep, the hard lines of his jaw softened in a moment of vulnerability. It was a side of him I didn’t often get to see. The Luca I knew was the
Emma’s POVThe morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. I could feel the weight of Luca’s body beside me, his steady breathing a comforting sound. It had been a long time since I had woken up to this peace—this quiet certainty that, no matter what happened, everything would be okay.I shifted slightly in the bed, not wanting to disturb him, but craving the closeness that we shared. I rested my hand gently over my stomach, feeling the slight movement of the baby inside me. Our child. The child that had brought us closer, and in a way, had healed so many wounds between us.The events of the past few days seemed so far away now. The tension, the fear, the uncertainties—they all felt distant, replaced by something else. Something tangible. Something real.I glanced at Luca, his face relaxed in sleep, the hard lines of his jaw softened in a moment of vulnerability. It was a side of him I didn’t often get to see. The Luca I knew was the
Luca’s POVI stood in the doorway, watching Emma as she moved around the kitchen, her presence consuming every inch of the space. It was almost too much to take in. How many times had I found myself in this position, silently observing her, unsure of what the future held but knowing that she was the one constant I could rely on?Her pregnancy had shifted something between us. I could feel the change in the air. Not just because of the child we were expecting, but because of the subtle, quiet intimacy that had begun to envelop our relationship. It wasn’t the fiery passion we’d once known—though that still flickered beneath the surface—but something deeper, something that tethered us together. It was the unspoken promise of loyalty, of building something lasting. Together.I’d never been the type to wear my heart on my sleeve. I didn’t show vulnerability, not the way other men might. But with Emma, it was different.The silence between us was comfortable now. No longer thick with uncert
Emma’s POVI leaned against the counter, staring at the small, almost insignificant pregnancy test that lay there, staring back at me. It felt like the weight of the world was in that little plastic stick, its truth just hanging there, waiting for me to fully comprehend it. The reality of it was still so fresh, so surreal, that I couldn’t quite process it. I was pregnant. And Luca—my husband, my partner, my betrayer turned savior—was going to be a father. A father to the child we’d conceived out of love and conflict, joy and pain. The thought should have filled me with more fear, but it didn’t.Instead, it stirred something deeper. Something undeniably tender. It was as if this little person growing inside of me was a symbol of all that had happened and all that was yet to come.The door to the kitchen opened, and I didn’t need to turn to know it was Luca. I could feel him, his presence as palpable as ever. He had this way of walking into a room that made everything feel like it was h
Luca's POVThe tension in the air felt heavier than it had in days, suffocating me with each passing minute. Emma had asked for time, and for once, I was going to give it to her. The selfish part of me—the one that still longed to close the gap between us and erase the pain of the past—wanted to push, to demand things move forward. But I had learned my lesson the hard way. No more rushing, no more pressing her for answers or action. She was right. She needed space, and I was going to respect that. But that didn’t make the waiting any easier.I leaned against the doorframe, watching her from across the room. She was standing by the window, her back to me, as the soft glow of the evening light bathed her in warmth. Even from this distance, I could feel the pull between us, an invisible thread that tethered me to her, no matter how much I tried to resist it.It had been days since that conversation, the one where she told me she wasn’t sure about us. Days that had felt like weeks. I hadn
Emma's POVThe weight of the silence in the house was unbearable. Every step I took felt heavy, like my body was still trying to recover from the conversation with Luca. I couldn’t shake the image of him standing at the door, his hand frozen on the handle, his expression a mix of frustration and guilt. I knew he was struggling, but I wasn’t sure how much longer I could let him wear that expression on his face.I had given him the space he needed, the time he asked for, but it didn’t feel like enough. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the vulnerability in his gaze, the raw emotion he had tried so desperately to hide. He wasn’t the same man who had hurt me before; that much was clear. But was that enough for me to let him in again?My mind kept replaying everything that had happened between us. There had been so many promises, so many moments of tenderness, but I couldn’t erase the past. I couldn’t pretend that what had happened before didn’t matter. Luca had hurt me in ways I couldn’t
Luca's POVI could still feel her presence in the room, lingering like smoke long after she had gone. Emma had walked away, but the weight of her words had settled in my chest, a heavy reminder that things could never be as simple as I wanted them to be. There was a part of me that believed we could move forward together, but she wasn’t ready. She wasn’t ready to trust me. She wasn’t ready to forget all the things I had done to her.I stood at the door for a moment, my hand still hovering over the handle, but I couldn’t bring myself to turn back. The silence between us had become a wall, thicker than ever, and I wasn’t sure how to break it down. I wasn’t used to this kind of rejection, especially from someone who had once been my everything.I didn’t know what I expected when I had told her the truth, when I had tried to show her a side of me that I thought she could trust. But I had underestimated the depth of her pain. She wasn’t just angry at me; she was scared. Scared that I would
Emma's POVThe silence between us hung heavy, thicker than it ever had been. I had no idea what to say, no idea how to process the weight of what Luca had just told me. He wasn’t asking for forgiveness, he wasn’t asking for my love, but there was a quiet strength in his words. It was something I hadn’t expected. Maybe that was the problem: I didn’t know what to expect from him anymore. His actions, his words, had always been unpredictable—except when it came to the one thing that always stayed the same: his need to control.And now, he was asking me to let go of that control. To trust him, to give him the space to show me that he had changed. But the truth was, I didn’t know if I could. I didn’t know if I could ever stop seeing him as the man who had taken everything from me.My fingers tightened around the edge of the table, the sensation of the wood grounding me in a reality I wasn’t sure I wanted to face. Every part of me was screaming to pull away, to protect myself. To walk out o