Semua Bab THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Swallowing, Maria stepped forward, her bare feet silent against the cold floor.Luca’s eyes tracked every movement, burning her from the inside out.And then she was there, standing between his legs, so close she could feel the heat radiating from his body.He didn’t move. Didn’t reach for her.No—he was going to make her do this. Make her surrender.Maria exhaled softly, placing her hands on his broad shoulders. She could feel the tension in him, the barely leashed restraint beneath her fingers.Then, slowly, she swung one leg over him, straddling his lap.Luca let out a low growl, his hands gripping the armrests so tightly his knuckles went white. "That’s my girl."Maria smiled—just a little, just enough to remind herself that even though she had lost, she still had some control.And then she started moving.Slowly. Sinfully.She rolled her hips against him, her body moving like liqu

With a sharp exhale, he hit the auto-drive button on the dashboard.The female computer system chirped in a robotic voice: "Auto-drive engaged. Please keep hands and feet inside the vehicle."Luca wasted no time.His hands gripped Maria’s arms, pulling her up until she was straddling him.Maria gasped as he yanked up her dress, hands gripping her thighs, spreading her open over him.His fingers dragged down from her breast, tracing her ribs, her stomach, before slipping beneath the bunched fabric of her dress. The moment his knuckles brushed over her soaked core, he went still.No underwear.“Fuck.” His voice was pure gravel, low and sharp, a razor against the heated air between them. “No panties? You’ve been sitting next to me like this all night?”Maria swallowed, her lips parting, but she didn’t get a chance to respond.Luca’s fingers slid between her folds, finding her drenched, slick, ready. His cock throbbed painfully just above her heat.“You’re soaking,” he murmured darkly, hi

It was the fourth day of their honeymoon, but they had barely stepped outside. Maria was exhausted most of the time, constantly drowsy or nauseous, and Luca didn’t mind in the slightest. He preferred having her in bed, tucked under the thick blankets of the warm cabin, safe and within reach.The doctor had confirmed she was four weeks pregnant, and since then, Luca had become utterly obsessed with Maria’s well-being—more than usual, which was saying a lot. He wouldn’t even let her carry a water bottle on her own.Now, Maria lay curled on her side, half-asleep, while Luca propped himself up on one elbow, staring at her stomach like it held the secrets of the universe. His large palm rested protectively over her belly, and Maria, with her eyes barely open, muttered, “You’re obsessing over me.”Luca scoffed. “You act like it’s new. I’ve always been obsessed with you.”Maria chuckled sleepily, rubbing at her fac

"Tragedy strikes the business and scientific community today as renowned researcher and entrepreneur Orien De Link was killed in what authorities are calling a horrific accident."The news anchor, a perfectly poised woman with icy blonde hair, delivered the report with carefully rehearsed concern. Behind her, a looping video of the mangled remains of a sleek black vehicle flashed on the screen. The front end was crushed beyond recognition, the windshield reduced to jagged fragments. Emergency responders swarmed the scene, but it was clear—Orien had never stood a chance."According to preliminary reports, Orien’s car suffered an unexpected brake failure while he was en route to a private meeting. Witnesses say the vehicle veered off the highway, colliding head-on with a retaining wall. Despite immediate response efforts, he was pronounced dead at the scene. Authorities have yet to release an official statement regarding foul play, though speculation continues to grow given Orien’s ext

Maria leaned back in her chair, fingers drumming lightly against the smooth glass surface of her desk. The weight of responsibility never truly left her shoulders, but today, it pressed down a little heavier. She needed two assistants—one to help with A√ancii, and another to help her manage the HR division of SpitFire Technologies. Both roles were equally demanding, requiring people who were sharp, efficient, and, above all, trustworthy.She exhaled, tilting her head slightly as she thought about everything she had already accomplished. The SpitFire penthouse was her idea—one of the first major changes she had implemented as CHRO. Housing in Hay Port was expensive, and she had seen firsthand how employees struggled to keep up with rent while working long hours. Some lived far from the headquarters, and their daily commute often resulted in tardiness, exhaustion, and reduced productivity. It had been a problem no one had taken seriously, but Maria had.The penthouse changed everyth