Emma’s POVThe moment we stepped into the penthouse suite, I felt like I’d been dropped into a dream—or maybe a nightmare. The walls gleamed with gold accents, the furniture looked as though it had been carved from pure marble, and the view of the Mediterranean from the floor-to-ceiling windows was nothing short of spectacular.I hated how easy it was to be impressed by it all.The private elevator doors closed behind us, and Luca stepped past me, casually tossing his jacket onto one of the white leather couches. He looked completely at home, as if he owned the entire city, not just this obscenely lavish suite.“Feel free to explore,” he said, his voice calm but commanding. “You might as well get used to it. This will be home for the next few days.”I bit back a sharp reply and wandered toward the windows, pretending to admire the view. In truth, I needed a moment to gather my thoughts. I felt suffocated by Luca’s presence, his arrogance, his control. And yet, the luxury around me was
Luca’s POVI watched her from across the room, her back to me as she stared out at the glittering cityscape. The lights of Monaco reflected off the glass, casting soft shadows across her face, making her look almost ethereal. But I knew better. Emma wasn't the type to be easily swayed by the grandeur of this life, even though I could see how she tried to hide her fascination with it.She was pretending to be unaffected. But I could see through her. I always could.I took another sip of my whiskey, the rich amber liquid burning down my throat. My mind raced through the events of the day. The shopping spree—her reluctance to accept any of it, her resentment at every piece of clothing, every item of jewelry. The dinner had been no better. I could see it in her eyes—the way she couldn’t even enjoy the food, the way she looked at me like I was the enemy. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen that look. I’d seen it on the faces of many women who thought they could control me.But Emma wasn’t li
Emma’s POVI didn’t know how I ended up here. I didn’t know how I let him get so close, how his words began to worm their way into my mind like poison. Every time Luca spoke to me, every time his eyes locked onto mine with that unyielding intensity, I felt a flicker inside me. Something that had been buried for so long, something I never wanted to acknowledge.But I couldn’t deny it anymore. I was drawn to him.I stood by the window, staring out at the glimmering lights of the city below. It was late—so late that the world outside seemed almost untouched by the chaos that churned within me. My thoughts were a storm, a tempest I couldn’t quiet, and it was all his fault. Luca’s words echoed in my mind, each one striking harder than the last. He was right about some things. I had always prided myself on being independent, on not needing anyone. But somehow, being here, in this lavish penthouse, surrounded by wealth and opulence, I felt out of place. The life Luca had thrust upon me wasn’
Luca’s POVI watched her. The way her fingers trembled as she clutched the edge of the glass, her eyes darting away from mine. Emma. She didn’t want to admit it—didn’t want to face the truth—but I saw it. I saw the way she looked at me when she thought I wasn’t watching. The flicker of something, something deeper than anger, something closer to desire, curling behind her eyes.I had known from the moment she stepped into my world that this would be a game. A game where the stakes were higher than she could ever imagine. She thought she could outwit me. She thought she could stay unaffected, but I’d been playing this game far longer than she had. And I always got what I wanted.Emma didn’t understand yet. She didn’t understand how far I was willing to go to make her mine, how relentless I could be once I set my sights on something. And it was clear she didn’t understand the power I held, the world I commanded. The money, the influence, the danger.But she would.I leaned back in the ch
Emma’s POVThe room felt suffocating, too small, too close. It was as if the air had thickened, pressing in from every direction. Luca stood across from me, his presence overwhelming. He always had a way of making everything seem more intense—every word, every glance, every touch. It was like he was a force of nature, unstoppable, and I had no choice but to be swept along in his current.I clenched my fists, feeling the tension building in my chest. How had I gotten here? How had I allowed this man, this ruthless mafia billionaire, to draw me into his world? Every instinct in me screamed to run, to escape, but there was something about him that made it impossible.Something deep inside me refused to let go.He was dangerous. I knew that. I had known it from the moment he made me his. His cold demeanor, the way he controlled everything around him, it was all a part of the world he had built, a world I had never imagined, let alone wanted to be part of. But here I was, trapped in it, an
Luca’s POVI watched her—Emma—silently, my gaze fixed on her as she stood by the window, the faint glow of the city lights illuminating her delicate features. She was beautiful, of course, but that wasn’t what kept my attention. No, it was the way she seemed to move through my world with such reluctance, as though every step she took pulled her farther from the life I had so carefully constructed for us both.I was used to control. Used to bending the world to my will. But Emma—Emma was different. She didn’t surrender the way everyone else did. She fought it. And that made her more valuable, more captivating than anyone I had ever met.The silence stretched between us, thick with the weight of unspoken words. She knew how I felt about her, and I knew how she felt about me—she hated me, though there was a hint of something else, something raw and unacknowledged beneath the surface. It was almost maddening, the way she fought so hard to keep herself from me, from the inevitable pull we
Emma’s POVI had never felt more trapped in my life.Every day in Luca’s world was a new form of torment. A new struggle to keep myself intact, to hold onto the pieces of the person I once was. The woman who was free. The woman who had dreams, who had a future outside of this twisted cage I found myself in. But here I was, in his world, under his control. He was right about one thing—I wasn’t free. And that gnawed at me in ways I could barely describe.Luca’s words from last night echoed in my mind. The way he spoke to me, so confidently, so possessively. It was like he was trying to convince me, but the truth was I wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince me or himself. "You’ll bend, Emma." The words were soft, almost like a whisper in my ear, but they had sent a shiver down my spine. The truth was, I wasn’t sure if I could bend to him. Not in the way he wanted. Not without losing everything that made me... me.But I couldn’t ignore the other part of me—the part that was drawn to him
Luca’s POVThe soft hum of the city’s nightlife drifted in through the tall windows of my office, a faint reminder that the world outside continued to spin, oblivious to the little dramas I orchestrated within the walls of my empire. I leaned back in my chair, a glass of whiskey swirling in my hand as I stared out into the darkness, watching the city lights flicker below me. The hum was comforting, even if the rest of the world didn’t know the price it paid for this kind of peace.Emma.Her name echoed in my mind like a song on loop, a melody I couldn’t escape, no matter how hard I tried. It wasn’t that I wanted to forget about her; no, that was far from it. But I was beginning to wonder if I’d been wrong. Was I too harsh with her? Too... insistent?I took a slow sip of my whiskey, the burn soothing the tension gnawing at my gut. Every interaction with her felt like a delicate balance between pushing her away and pulling her closer. The frustration was almost unbearable. I had her, bu
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