Semua Bab A love forged in Darkness and Desire : Bab 101 - Bab 110

(Lucas’ Pov– A Few Days Ago)The dim glow of the fireplace cast flickering shadows across the walls, illuminating the room in a soft, eerie light. Outside, the waves crashed against the rocky cliffs of the island, their relentless rhythm matching the simmering rage that had lived inside me for years.I leaned back in my chair, swirling the amber liquid in my glass as Rico sat across from me, his fingers tapping against the polished wooden table. His dark eyes studied me with a mix of curiosity and unease."You bought an island," he repeated, leaning in slightly. His voice carried a tone of disbelief. "Just to turn it into some kind of… death trap?"I smirked, taking a slow sip of my drink before answering. "Not exactly. I already owned the island. I simply transformed it into something useful.""All this for revenge?" Rico pressed, his brows furrowing.His words made something inside me tighten. Revenge. The word was too small—too insignificant to capture the depth of my hatred.

Luca’s Pov Few days agoThe fire crackled in the hearth, and the room felt heavy, filled with the weight of everything I had buried over the years. Rico sat across from me, his gaze shifting between the glass in front of him and my face. There was a tension between us, an unspoken distance that had grown in recent days. He was beginning to doubt me—doubt my methods, my motives—and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could tolerate it."How about we settle this like men?" I said, pushing the second glass of whiskey toward him, trying to offer some peace. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. He didn’t respond immediately, his eyes narrowing slightly as he examined the drink. I’d known Rico long enough to understand the silent battle going on in his head. He was conflicted. But that wasn’t new. He always questioned things that didn’t fit into his neatly structured worldview."Look, Luca," he finally said, his voice tense, "I get it, alright? You’ve got your reasons for what you’re doing, b

Luca's Pov I was trapped in darkness, but through the small gaps, I could still see the deck.And then I saw them.Madam Claudia’s parents stood at the front, their faces unreadable. And behind them—every single person my parents had begged for help.Betrayal.It dripped from every shadow, from every smile, from every set of cold, lifeless eyes."Running away?" Madam Claudia’s father said, amusement lacing his tone. "I expected more from you, Romano. Did you really think we’d let you leave?"My father stood tall, even in the face of death. "You don’t own me," he spat. "Not anymore."A chuckle. "Oh, but we do. You sold your soul to us a long time ago. And no one leaves the Claudia Empire alive."Then they struck.There was no negotiation. No mercy.The first bullet hit my father in the leg. He staggered but didn’t fall.The second tore through his shoulder. Blood painted the deck.My mother screamed, lunging toward him, but hands grabbed her, restraining her as she fought

Alessias point of veiw The air inside the tower was heavy with dread as I tried to catch my breath, still reeling from the earlier chaos. We had barely recovered from the previous skirmishes when, without warning, the heavy doors burst open. My heart lurched as a fresh wave of masked men flooded into the room—more of them than before, their eyes cold and ruthless behind their dark visors. In an instant, the fragile calm we had managed to salvage was shattered.“Run!” someone screamed, but there was no time. I dove for cover behind a row of old wooden crates, the sound of clashing bodies and frantic shouts filling the air. The attack was relentless. I could see Andrea leaping to intercept an assailant rushing toward me, and I heard Sophia’s anguished cry as she was cornered near a battered desk.Instinct took over. I scrambled to my feet, grabbing a piece of broken equipment—a jagged shard of metal from a shattered lamp—and steeled myself for the fight. A masked attacker lunged tow

Alessia's Pov I shook my head, tears threatening to spill. “You never told me that—never told me that you’d become so consumed by it all. Was I just a distraction? A pawn to keep you from feeling the emptiness of power?”For a long, excruciating moment, Luca said nothing. The silence between us was deafening, filled with all the words we both refused to speak. Finally, his voice came out low, almost regretful. “I did what I had to, Alessia. I can’t change that.”“Then why was I even here?” I demanded, stepping closer until our faces were inches apart. “Why did you let me think we meant something to each other? Why did you let me love you?”Luca’s eyes softened briefly before hardening again. “I cared about you, but not in the way you want me to. I am not a man of sentiment. I am a man of power. And if you truly loved me, you’d understand that.”I felt my heart shatter at his words, my voice barely a whisper. “Understand? How can I understand when every day I feel more alone than the