Luca’s POVI could feel her resistance, the way she tensed beneath my touch. It was a game to her, I knew that much. She fought me with every breath, but her body... her body betrayed her every single time. The contradiction was maddening. Emma had always been a puzzle, a contradiction I had yet to fully unravel, and the more I tried to break through her defenses, the more she resisted. But I wasn’t a man who let things go easily.I watched her closely as she stood across the room from me, her back stiff, her eyes darting to the door like she was ready to flee. It was the same expression she always wore when she thought she could get away. She couldn’t. Not from me. Not from this.“You still don’t get it, do you?” I said, my voice low, deliberate. She didn’t turn to face me, but I could see the way her shoulders tensed at my words. The anger, the hatred she had for me—it didn’t bother me. It only made this more thrilling.“I don’t need your approval, Emma,” I continued, taking a slow
Emma’s POVI stood frozen in place, my chest heaving with every breath, as Luca’s words echoed in my mind. You’re mine. You’ll never leave.His voice was like a heavy weight pressing down on me, filling my thoughts until I could barely think for myself. It wasn’t just the words he said; it was how he said them. How his lips had crushed against mine, how his touch had burned every inch of my skin. My body had betrayed me. It had responded to him in ways I couldn’t control, and I hated myself for it. I hated him, too.But the worst part? Part of me wanted it. Part of me needed it, even though I was repulsed by that thought.I had fought him every step of the way, resisted with everything in me, but it never seemed to matter. He always won. Always found a way to break through my walls, to push past my defenses. I was weak.No, I told myself firmly, I am not weak. I’m not like him.But that wasn’t true, was it?I looked at myself in the mirror, studying the flushed face staring back at me
Luca’s POVI stood there, watching her, watching the way her eyes flickered with confusion, with defiance, yet there was something else behind that fire—a spark of something I knew she couldn’t deny. I had seen it before, in the way her body tensed when I came near, in the way she responded to my touch, no matter how much she hated herself for it.Emma, the woman who had been my bride for days, yet whose soul I was only beginning to understand. She fought me every step of the way, but the thing about her—about us—was that this was never about love. Not at first, anyway.This was power.And it was mine.She thought she could resist me. Thought she could push me away with her words, with her icy demeanor. But what she didn’t realize was that the more she pushed, the more she drew me in. Because when you’re used to being in control, when you’re used to having everything bend to your will, the one thing you can’t stand is being ignored.Her defiance was a game to me now. Every time she pu
Emma's POV: I don’t know how I got here, standing in this cold, silent room, staring at the man who’s ruined every semblance of peace I ever had. My heart races in my chest, as if it knows that even my mind can’t make sense of what’s happening anymore. Every time I think I’ve reached the end, Luca drags me back in—his hold, his presence, suffocating.I’m so angry. I hate him. I hate what he’s done to me, to my life. He’s taken everything I knew and twisted it into something dark, something dangerous. Yet, as much as I tell myself I won’t let him win, I feel the walls inside me start to crumble, piece by piece. His touch—his ruthless kiss—lingers on my skin, impossible to ignore, impossible to forget.It wasn’t supposed to be this way. When I was forced into this marriage, I imagined it would be cold. Detached. A business arrangement with no emotions involved. But that’s not what happened.No, Luca has a way of getting under my skin, burrowing deep until I can’t tell what’s real anymo
Luca’s POVI stand in the doorway, watching Emma, the woman who both infuriates and consumes me. Her defiance, her anger, her desire to break free from me—it all feeds something inside me, something dark and possessive. I can see it in the way she looks at me, the conflict in her eyes. She hates me. She should hate me. But underneath all that resistance, there’s something else. A flicker. A pull.It’s undeniable, and it drives me insane.She tries to put up walls, tries to keep herself from me, but I can feel her slipping. I see it in the way her body reacts when I come near, the way her breath quickens, the way she looks at me with a mix of fury and something else—something she can’t deny.I can’t resist the urge to get closer, to bridge the distance between us. Every step I take toward her makes her tense, makes her prepare for the inevitable. And yet, she doesn’t move. She doesn’t push me away. She’s terrified. Terrified of what I might do, of what this might become. But she’s also
Emma’s POVI hate him. I hate everything about him. The way he walks into a room like he owns it, the way his cold eyes follow me, like he’s constantly assessing, weighing, and measuring my every move. But most of all, I hate how he makes me feel—how he’s able to tear down the walls I’ve spent my whole life building, reducing me to a mess of contradictions.One minute, I’m furious with him. The next, I’m filled with an anger that burns so hot it consumes me. And all the while, something inside me—the part I wish would just die—responds to him in ways I can’t control.I know it’s wrong. I know I should want nothing to do with him. But every time I close my eyes, I can feel the heat of his touch, the roughness of his kiss, and my body betrays me. I feel the ache deep inside me, the ache he ignited with just one kiss. One kiss that should’ve made me recoil, that should’ve sent me running far away, but didn’t.No. I stood there. And I kissed him back. Hard. And I hated myself for it.I s
Luca’s POVI watch her. The way she tries so hard to fight me, to push me away, but it’s all in vain. Her defiance only makes her more intoxicating. She thinks she can resist me, but deep down, I know she can’t.I see it in her eyes—the vulnerability she’s trying so desperately to hide. She’s lying to herself, but I can read her like an open book. She doesn’t want to admit it, but her body betrays her every time. She hates me. But the fire between us? That’s something I’ve ignited, and no matter how much she wants to hate it, it won’t go away.Emma is mine, and she’s starting to realize it.I lean closer to her, the space between us closing faster than I expected. She tries to back away, her chest rising and falling as if she’s trying to steady her breath, but it’s not working. Her reaction to me is impossible to ignore.“You think I don’t know what’s going on inside that head of yours?” I ask, my voice low, gravelly. It’s more of a statement than a question.Her eyes narrow, but she
Emma’s POVI hate him. I hate him for the way he makes me feel. The way his presence alone stirs something inside me—something I’m trying so hard to ignore. It’s impossible. I hate how he looks at me, how he touches me, how every word he says drives me to the brink of madness. He is everything I despise, and yet I can’t bring myself to completely hate him. Not the way I should.The feeling sits heavy in my chest, suffocating me. He’s right. I can’t deny it. No matter how much I try to convince myself that I’m in control of my emotions, every moment with him proves how wrong I am. He knows it. The bastard knows it.I can still feel his fingers on my skin, the way he forced me to look at him, forcing me into submission with nothing but his touch. And it makes me sick, the way my body responded to him, how my heart raced, how my breath hitched. I want to scream at myself for being so weak, so helpless in his presence. But deep down, I know that it’s not weakness. It’s something darker.
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