Emma’s POVThe villa was too much. Everything about this place was an excessive display of Luca’s wealth and power. From the gilded chandeliers to the fleet of staff that seemed to anticipate my every move, it screamed of a life I had no idea how to navigate.I stood on the balcony, the salty breeze brushing against my skin as the waves crashed below. The sun was setting, painting the horizon in hues of gold and crimson, and while it was undeniably beautiful, it felt like a cage. A gilded prison where Luca held the key.His words from the vault replayed in my head. This is what power looks like. He had said it with such conviction, like he was doing me a favor by dragging me into his world of excess and control.I gripped the railing tighter, my knuckles turning white. “I don’t belong here,” I whispered to the sea.“Then where do you belong?”His voice startled me. I turned to find Luca leaning casually against the doorframe, a glass of wine in his hand, watching me with that infuriat
Emma’s POVThe shimmering diamonds around my neck felt like chains. The weight of them, both literal and figurative, pressed down on me as I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of Luca’s penthouse. Milan stretched out before me, vibrant and alive. Yet, I felt stifled, trapped in a gilded cage Luca had constructed with his relentless wealth and power.I touched the necklace lightly, my fingers brushing the cold stones. It was breathtaking, undeniably so, but it wasn’t me. Luca didn’t see that—or maybe he didn’t care. To him, money solved everything, patched up every wound, and silenced every protest.Behind me, I could hear him pacing. His presence was magnetic, suffocating and alluring at the same time. The air felt thicker when he was near, his energy dominating every space he entered. I could hear the soft clink of a glass as he poured himself another drink.“You’re quiet,” he said, breaking the silence. His voice was low, commanding.I turned to face him. “What do you want me to
Luca’s POVThe chandelier above sparkled with the kind of brilliance only a fortune could buy. The gala was a testament to power—a stage where wealth dripped from every corner, and alliances were forged with a single handshake. The air was heavy with the scent of success, mingling with the soft hum of classical music and the laughter of the elite.I stood in the center of it all, surrounded by men whose bank accounts rivaled the GDPs of small nations, but they were nothing compared to me. These people understood power, but they didn’t own it. That was the difference.As I shook hands and traded measured pleasantries, my eyes wandered to Emma. She stood near the edge of the room, looking as though she wanted to disappear. She was radiant in the gown I had chosen for her, the diamonds around her neck a clear declaration of what she represented—what she belonged to.A powerful surge of satisfaction coursed through me. She hated this life, but she wore it as if she had been born for it. E
Emma’s POVThe bracelet sparkled under the dim lights of our penthouse, a constant reminder of Luca’s ever-present influence. I hadn’t taken it off since the gala, though I wanted to. Every time I caught a glimpse of it on my wrist, my stomach turned. The diamonds were cold, heavy with the weight of Luca’s power. They weren’t a gift; they were a claim, a symbol of everything I didn’t want, everything I hated about this life.I stood in front of the mirror in the bedroom, staring at my reflection. The gown from the gala had been discarded hours ago, replaced by an oversized shirt I found in the closet. It hung off me like a reminder that I didn’t belong here.Luca was downstairs, on the phone as usual, managing his empire while I was locked in this gilded cage. He was so wrapped up in his world of luxury and power that I was nothing more than a piece of the puzzle—something to show off, something to control.The idea made my blood boil.I turned my attention back to the bracelet, and m
Luca’s POVI sat in my office, the penthouse’s lights flickering outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city sprawling beneath me like an empire I controlled with a single phone call. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars, and the whiskey in my glass swirled, catching the soft light from the crystal decanter. I didn’t care for the taste—whiskey was something I’d never had a particular fondness for—but I enjoyed the act of pouring it, the ritual of it. The feeling of power. The feeling of dominance.But tonight was different. Emma’s face haunted my mind. That sharp defiance in her eyes, the bitterness in her voice—she didn’t realize what I was doing for her. She didn’t understand that everything I did, every decision I made, was for us. For her. I’d given her this life, this mansion, this luxury, yet she seemed to only see it as a gilded cage. I’d seen the way her gaze flickered to that bracelet I had gifted her—the one that marked her as mine. She had shoved it in th
Emma’s POVI could hear the muffled hum of activity from downstairs. The distant clinking of glasses, the low murmur of voices—it was all so… familiar. So cold. The world Luca had built around us never felt more suffocating than it did tonight. I sat on the edge of the massive king-sized bed, my fingers tracing the expensive silk sheets as my mind raced.Luca was a mafia billionaire—a man who had everything. And yet, he acted as if nothing was ever enough. The power, the wealth, the control—it all seeped into him like a poison. And despite it all, I still couldn’t escape the feeling that I was trapped. A prisoner of his world.Earlier, when I had walked into his office, the way he looked at me had made my skin crawl. His eyes had darkened, but it wasn’t the look of desire that I had gotten used to. It was something else. Something more possessive.I had expected anger. I had expected retaliation. But what I hadn’t expected was the calmness, the cold certainty in his demeanor. He hadn’
Luca’s POVThe sound of her heels clicking against the marble floors echoed in my mind long after she’d left the dining room. Emma’s defiance was something I admired, but it was also something that vexed me. She was a challenge, something I wasn’t used to. Most people were obedient, eager to please, but she had a fire in her that made her want to resist me at every turn.I watched her as she walked away, her figure disappearing into the hallway. The emerald dress clung to her body like a second skin, highlighting every curve. She looked beautiful, too beautiful for someone so insistent on not being a part of my world. The power I had over her was undeniable, but it didn’t make me feel as satisfied as it should have.A small sigh escaped my lips, and I leaned back in my chair, my fingers still wrapped around the stem of my glass of wine. My gaze dropped to the table, to the untouched plate of food in front of her. I knew she hadn’t eaten. She never did. I could buy her all the designer
Emma’s POVI watched him go, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the hallway as he retreated to whatever part of the mansion called to him tonight. It wasn’t the first time Luca had left without another word. It probably wouldn’t be the last either. There was a part of me, the part I desperately tried to suppress, that wanted to chase after him. Beg him to stay. Beg him to care.But I couldn’t.He wasn’t a man who needed anyone. Certainly not me.I was his wife, but in his eyes, I was nothing more than a pawn in a game of power. A prize to flaunt, an ornament to be placed in his gilded world. He could buy anything—anything—but not love. Not real love. He didn’t understand it. And I... I wasn’t sure I could teach him.With a heavy sigh, I sank down onto the plush velvet sofa. The weight of the evening’s emotions settled on me like a heavy blanket. I had thought that this time would be different, that somehow things would change. But no. He was still the same—a man who ruled with an 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