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
Luca’s POVThe wedding was closer now. I could feel it—like a force pulling me forward, each step bringing us closer to the day I had once only dared to dream about. Emma and I had come a long way from where we started. It had been a journey of revelations, of pain, of love—of everything I never thought I needed, and yet everything I had always wanted.When I saw her sitting there, planning every detail of our wedding, her eyes filled with excitement and determination, I knew one thing for certain—there was no going back. I couldn’t go back to the man I was before. The man who was cold, detached, and incapable of letting anyone in. Emma had broken through those walls. She had made me feel things I never thought I was capable of feeling. She made me want to be better, not just for her, but for myself.I leaned back in the chair in my office, staring out the window. The sky was darkening, and the lights of the city below twinkled like stars, reminding me of the beauty in this world, the
Emma’s POVThe day had finally arrived. The moment I had dreamt about for as long as I could remember, but never fully believed would happen, was here. The day I would marry Luca.I stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at my reflection. My fingers traced the delicate lace of the wedding dress that had been custom-made for me. It was elegant, yet simple, with intricate beadwork that shimmered in the light. The soft ivory of the fabric contrasted with my pale skin, making me feel ethereal, like a vision come to life. The corset hugged my figure, pulling me in just enough, while the long train cascaded behind me like a veil of silk. My heart raced, not from nerves but from excitement. Today was not just about the ceremony, it was the culmination of everything we had been through together.I had never imagined I would be here—standing in a grand, opulent bridal suite, with everything I could ever want at my fingertips. The flowers, the grand venue, the beautiful decorations—a
Luca’s POVTwo weeks had passed since our wedding, and I still couldn’t get used to the idea that she was mine. Emma. My wife. It felt like a dream that I never wanted to wake up from. I had spent every day of our honeymoon with her, savoring the moments, cherishing the way she looked at me, the way she felt against me. The way she loved me. It was like everything had fallen into place, as if the universe had finally given me what I had always longed for.But now we were back at the estate, settling into a new rhythm of our life together. There was something about the quiet of the mornings, when the world hadn’t fully awakened yet, that made me realize how deeply I was falling for her. I’d never been one to show vulnerability, but with Emma, it felt natural. Every smile, every touch, every word from her made me crave more.I was sitting in my office, my fingers tapping rhythmically against the desk as I stared at the paperwork before me. The business was never far from my mind, but I’
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