تسجيل الدخولI waited until the penthouse felt completely empty and still. Nico had left for some meeting across town. Matteo was handling something else. Maria had gone out to the market with her usual humming and shopping bags. The silence wrapped around me like a heavy blanket as I slipped into the study and sat down at the big desk. My hands were already shaking a little. I had been searching for weeks now... careful little checks when no one was looking, always deleting my history, always covering my tracks. Today something in my gut told me to dig deeper into one of the older shared folders Nico sometimes left accessible.I clicked through the files slowly, heart hammering in my chest. Most of it was boring business stuff. Contracts. Shipment logs. Emails about deals that meant nothing to me. But then I saw the folder labeled with Voss’s name. My breath caught. I opened it and started scrolling.There it was.A communication between Dante and Voss. Dated four days before my father died.It w
MatteoI have always been the quieter one. The observer. The steady current that runs underneath Nico’s storms. But Aurora changed everything the moment she walked into this penthouse. I remember it so clearly. She stood there with her chin up and her eyes sharp, trying so hard to hide the fear underneath. When she reached for my water glass without asking... just picked it up and took a sip like it was the most natural thing in the world... something deep inside my chest cracked open. No hesitation. No playing small. She just took what she wanted in that small moment. And I have been falling for her ever since. Quietly. Devastatingly. The kind of fall you don’t come back from.This morning after the night we shared only made it clearer.I woke up slowly, the sheets tangled around us, her scent still heavy in the air. Nico was out cold on the other side of the bed, one arm stretched toward the empty spot where she had been sleeping between us. I lay there for a long minute, just breat
The morning after felt completely different, like the whole world had tilted a little overnight and nothing fit the same way anymore. My body was deliciously sore everywhere. Deep aches in my thighs and hips from how hard they’d taken me. Faint marks on my skin that I caught glimpses of in the mirror when I slipped out of bed. But the real change wasn’t physical. It was something quieter. Deeper. The kind of shift that made it impossible to keep calling this thing between us just an arrangement or a contract or a strategic bond. Last night I had started it, fully and deliberately, and now we were all living in the after. I moved quietly through the penthouse, pulling on a soft robe and heading to the kitchen. Maria wasn’t around yet, so I took my time making coffee. The grinder hummed, the rich smell filling the air, grounding me a little. I poured three mugs and carried them over to the big windows, staring out at the city waking up below. Cars moving like tiny dots. People starting
AURORA'S POV I couldn’t shake it off anymore. The feelings had been building for weeks, creeping in between every strategic move I made. Last night, lying awake after helping Nico chase those fake leads, something inside me finally snapped. The plan was still there — sharp, patient, waiting. But the need I felt for them wasn’t just about pulling strings or turning loyalties. It was deeper. Hungrier. And I was fully aware of that as I walked down the hallway toward the living room. I was moving forward anyway. Both twins were there. Nico on the big couch, phone in hand, brow furrowed like he was still turning over that discrepancy from earlier. Matteo in the armchair, legs stretched out, sipping something dark from a glass while staring at the glittering city through the windows. They looked powerful. Tired. Mine in ways I wasn’t ready to admit. I didn’t hesitate. I’d changed into nothing but one of Nico’s oversized button-down shirts, the hem barely covering my ass, buttons undone
AURORA'S POV I watched Nico from the doorway of his study, arms crossed, trying to look casual while my heart beat a little too fast. He was at his desk, papers spread out everywhere, laptop open, that deep frown line between his eyebrows that only showed up when something was really bothering him. Not the usual control-freak stuff. This was different. A real discrepancy he’d stumbled on at the edges of his world. It wasn’t about me. Not directly. Thank God. But it was close enough that I had to be careful. He’d found some numbers that didn’t line up in one of the smaller holding companies. Some shipments logged in the books that never actually showed up at the warehouses. Small stuff on the surface. The kind of thing that could be a simple accounting mistake. But Nico hated mistakes. He was digging now, cross-checking dates, calling contacts, pulling more files. He didn’t know it yet, but he was already two steps behind someone who was three moves ahead. That someone was me. I’
I couldn’t hold onto it by myself anymore. The Carlo thing had been sitting heavy in my gut since Mom’s call, growing bigger every hour. The twins and I had spent another intense night together, bodies tangled up, the bond humming strong between us, but I still kept that secret piece locked tight. I waited until everything was quiet. Nico was still out dealing with some late meeting. Just me and Matteo in the big bed, lights off, city glow coming through the tall windows.I was curled up on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, his fingers slowly playing with my hair. It felt safe. Warm. The kind of moment that made my walls want to crumble. But I took a deep breath and pushed the words out anyway.“Matteo,” I said softly, almost whispering.“Yeah, baby?” His voice was sleepy but alert, like he picked up on the tone right away.I told him everything. Mom’s call. The suited man showing up at Jake’s school asking questions. How he knew details about Dad’s old j
Nico came back at noon. I knew because the entire penthouse seemed to tighten the moment he walked in... staff moving a little faster, voices dropping, the air itself feeling heavier. I was in the library pretending to read a book I hadn’t turned a page of when I heard his voice in the hallway, lo
I woke up alone in the middle of the enormous bed, sheets tangled around my waist, morning light cutting cold and white through the floor-to-ceiling windows. My body ached. Not just a little soreness...deep, throbbing reminders between my legs, on my hips where fingers had gripped too hard, on my
Nobody moved for what felt like forever. Matteo kept walking toward us, slow and quiet, like he owned the air in the room. I stood there clutching the front of my half-undone dress, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. “Okay,” I managed, my voice shaking more than I wanted. “Some
Aurora's POV The dress is too tight. That’s the first thing I notice when I look in the mirror... how the white fabric clings to my breasts and hips like it was made to show everyone exactly what they bought. My hands won’t stop shaking. I press them flat against my thighs and suck in a breath th







