LOGINThe Moretti house was always a place of noise and laughter. It was a home where the walls seemed to vibrate with life, the sound of Italian opera coming from the kitchen, the heavy thud of footsteps on the stairs, and the constant, energetic bickering of brothers who loved each other more than they loved themselves.
But when Luca walked through the front door that morning, he didn't notice the strange tension in the air. He didn't notice that the house was too quiet or that the lights in his father’s study were still burning bright even though it was past dawn. Luca was in a world of his own. He walked through the foyer with a dreamy smile on his face, his heart feeling lighter than it ever had. He kept touching his neck, his mind replaying every second of the night before. It had been a wonderful night . The music, the drinks, and that man Adrian. Luca didn’t think much of anything else, He just wanted to go to his room, fall into his soft bed, and sleep while keeping those golden memories fresh in his mind. He slipped up the stairs, kicked off his shoes, and vanished into a deep, peaceful sleep, completely unaware that his family was downstairs fighting for their lives. For weeks, the Moretti family had been living a nightmare. Ever since they lost the massive government shipping contract, everything had been falling apart. They had done everything to secure it, even going after Adrian himself. "It was just supposed to be a scare," Lorenzo whispered, his hands shaking as he gripped the edge of his desk. "The bullet... it was only meant to hit the car to make him back off. It was an accident. Nobody was supposed to die, especially not his wife. But we still lost the deal." They had put every cent the family owned into that contract, gambling their wealth, their reputation, and their home on it. When it slipped through their fingers and landed in the hands of Adrian Voss. "Banks were calling. Creditors were at the door. The Moretti name was turning into a joke on the streets. For days, Lorenzo Moretti and his older sons, Marco and Dante, had been calling Adrian’s office. They begged for a meeting. They begged for mercy. But Adrian had ignored them, letting them sit in their fear, going straight to voicemail every single time. Finally, that morning, a call went through. Valentino, Adrian’s right-hand man, had given them a time. "One hour," he had said. "Come to the office to discuss a proposal." Lorenzo, Marco, and Dante didn't wake Luca. They didn't even tell him they were leaving. They never wanted Luca involved in the dirty side of the family business. To them, Luca everything. They wanted to protect him from the dark world they walked in every day. The meeting at Voss International didn't go the way the Morettis expected. They walked into the cold, glass office with their heads down, feeling the weight of their debt. Adrian was already sitting there, looking like a king on a throne. "Mr. Voss, thanks for meeting with us," Lorenzo said, his voice shaky. Adrian didn't even look up from his desk at first. "I have a proposal for you," he said, his voice smooth but dangerous. Lorenzo and his sons were so desperate they didn't even wait to hear it. "Name anything you want," Lorenzo said quickly. "Whatever it is, we will do it. Just help us." Adrian looked up then, a dark smirk touching his lips. It wasn't a kind smile. "You haven’t even heard what I want yet, and you are already agreeing to it? That’s very careless of you." "We just need to save the family," Marco added, leaning forward. "So, what is it ? Just tell us. Adrian leaned back in his leather chair, crossing his legs. "I heard you had another son. A younger one." The air in the room seemed to freeze. Lorenzo’s face went pale. "Yes... my last child. Luca. But he doesn't know anything about the business. We keep him out of it as much as we can. He’s not involved in any of this." "Interesting," Adrian said, his eyes darkening with a hidden fire. "That is my proposal. I want him. I want a marriage contract. I will clear every cent of your debt, I will give you the money you need to stay afloat, and I will keep the banks away from your door. In exchange, you give me your son. He moves into my house. He takes my name. He belongs to me." "You want Luca?" Dante shouted, standing up. "He’s just a kid! He has nothing to do with the war between us!" "He has everything to do with it now," Adrian replied, his voice like a sharp blade. "You have until tonight to decide. If you say yes, the money is moved by sunrise. If you say no... I will ruin what is left of your business by tomorrow morning. You’ll be on the street with nothing but the clothes on your backs. The brothers had nearly jumped over the desk to hit him. Lorenzo had stood up, shaking with rage. They didn't agree. They couldn't. They walked out of that office, their blood boiling. There was no way they were selling Luca to a man who clearly hated their bloodline. They drove home in a silence so heavy it felt like lead. By the time they walked back into the Moretti mansion, they looked like defeated men. Luca was in the sitting room. He had woken up feeling refreshed, lounging on the sofa in his silk pajamas, halfway through a movie. He looked up and smiled when they walked in, but his smile died instantly when he saw his father’s face. "Papa? What’s wrong?" Luca asked, sitting up straight. Lorenzo didn't answer. He walked to the middle of the room and simply broke down. This man, the head of the family, the one who always had a plan, started to cry. He sank into a chair, hiding his face in his hands. Luca panicked. He had never seen his father like this. He turned to his older brothers, his eyes wide with fear. "Why is Papa crying? Dante? Marco? Tell me what happened! Did someone hurt him?" Marco and Dante looked at each other. They didn't want to say it. They wanted to keep protecting him, but the walls were closing in. They couldn't hide the truth anymore. "We’re losing everything, Luca," Marco said, his voice cracking. "The business, the house... it’s all gone. Ever since that contract went to Voss, we’ve been drowning." "But that’s just money," Luca said, trying to be brave. "We can work. We can find a way." "It’s not just that," Dante added, looking at the floor. "We went to see him today. Adrian Voss. We asked for help. He told us he would save us, but he wants a price we can't pay." Luca frowned. "What price? What does he want?" Dante took a deep breath. "He wants you, Luca. He wants a marriage contract. He wants to own you to get back at us for the past. We told him no. We’ll lose the house before we give you to a man like that." Luca stood frozen. His mind raced. He looked at his father, who was still sobbing, and his brothers, who looked like they were ready to go to war just to keep him safe. He thought about their life. Ever since their mother died years ago and his father lost his wife these three men had been his entire world. They had given him everything. They had worked late nights so he could have a good life. Luca felt a strange, cold strength wash over him. He wasn't a businessman, and he wasn't a fighter, but he loved his family. "Why didn't you tell me?" Luca asked, his voice shaking but loud. "Why didn't you trust me enough to tell me we were hurting?" "We were trying to protect you!" Marco shouted, his eyes red. "You’re not supposed to be part of this!" "I am a Moretti!" Luca shouted back. "And if the family is hurting, I’m hurting too!" He walked over to his father and knelt on the floor, taking the older man’s shaking hands in his own. "Papa, look at me." Lorenzo looked up, his eyes wet with tears. "I'm sorry, Luca. I failed you." "You didn't fail me," Luca whispered. "You loved me. And because you love me, I’m going to save us. Call him. Call Adrian Voss." "No," Dante stepped forward. "Luca, you don't know him. He’s a monster. He’s cold. He doesn't want a husband; he wants a prisoner." Luca stood up, wiping his own tears away. "I don't care what he is. If marrying him is the only way to keep this family together, then I’m doing it. I’m ready. Tell him we agree to the proposal. Tell him I’ll sign the papers." The room was silent for a long time. The only sound was the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall. Finally, Lorenzo stood up. He hugged Luca so tight it was hard to breathe. He didn't want to do it, but he knew they were out of options. "Are you sure, my son?" Lorenzo asked. "I'm sure," Luca said, his heart heavy but his mind made up. "Call him now. Before I lose my nerve." Lorenzo pulled out his phone. His fingers trembled as he dialed the number for Voss International. When Valentino picked up, Lorenzo spoke in a voice that sounded like it cost him his soul. "We agree. Tell Mr. Voss... tell him we agree with his proposal . Just save my family." Luca sat back down on the sofa, feeling like he was watching a movie of someone else's life. He knew his world was ending. He knew that the freedom he loved so much was gone. But as he sat there, he had no idea that the "monster" he was about to marry was the very same man who had held him so tenderly the night before. He didn't know that the Adrian who had whispered to him in the dark was the same Adrian who was now buying him. He didn't know that his life wasn't just changing, it was about to become a beautiful, terrifying trap. All he knew was that for the people he loved, he was willing to walk into the fire. He was ready to do anything, even if it broke him.The kitchen table was filled with the familiar clutter of the Moretti home, but Luca felt like a ghost sitting among the living. As the initial euphoria of the hug faded, the reality of his situation set in. His body still ached, a constant, throbbing reminder of the night before beneath his beautiful cream sweater. Every time he shifted on the wooden chair, a dull pulse of pain radiated through his hips, forcing him to keep his posture rigidly straight so his family wouldn't notice."You look thin, Lu," his father, Lorenzo, said, his sharp eyes scanning Luca’s face. The patriarch’s gaze was legendary for cutting through deception, and Luca felt exposed under it. Lorenzo reached over, his heavy, scarred hand covering Luca’s smaller one. "Are they feeding you over there? Is Voss treating you like a husband, or a prisoner?"Luca forced a bright, easy smile that didn't reach his eyes. He practiced this look in the car, smoothing out the tension in his forehead. "He treats me well, Papa.
The ride back from Voss Industries was even worse than the ride there. Luca sat with his face pressed against the cold glass of the window, his chest still aching from his crying fit in Adrian’s office. He felt hollow, his throat raw and dry. Beside him, Adrian was completely silent. The only sound in the car was the quiet hum of the tires on the asphalt. Adrian didn't look at his tablet this time. He just stared straight ahead, his jaw locked tight, his broad shoulders tense and rigid.When the car finally pulled into the dark underground garage of the penthouse, Luca got out quickly. He wanted to run to his room and hide under the sheets, but his body felt incredibly heavy and tired.He walked into the penthouse foyer, the bright lights making his eyes sting. He didn't want to look at Adrian, so he headed straight for the kitchen to get a glass of water. His hands were still shaking so much the glass clinked against the marble counter as he set it down.Suddenly, the air in the roo
The morning brought no relief. The light that filled the bedroom was cold and gray, throwing sharp shadows across the floor. Luca lay in the center of the vast bed, his body aching with a deep, heavy exhaustion. He hadn't slept. Every time he closed his eyes, he heard the red lock on the elevator blinking, or he saw his father’s weeping face, or he felt the heavy, suffocating warmth of Adrian’s body holding him in the dark. The memory of his begging from the night before sat like a stone in his throat. He had dropped to his knees. He had grabbed Adrian’s suit jacket, crying and sobbing, offering up every shred of his pride just for a single hour with his family. And Adrian had said no. The word had been flat, cold, and final. It had cut through Luca’s desperation like a knife, leaving him alone in the dark to realize the terrifying truth: there was no mercy in this penthouse. The heavy door of his bedroom opened without a knock. Luca flinched, pulling the silk sheets tighter
The hum of the air conditioning was the only constant sound in the penthouse. It was a low, steady vibration that seemed to seep into Luca’s bones, keeping the air freezing and thin.After Adrian left, Luca stayed in the kitchen for a long time. He stared at his empty glass, his body still aching from the night before, his neck hot and tender under the thick collar of his oversized hoodie. The silence of the apartment felt different today. It didn't feel empty anymore. It felt heavy, like a hand pressing down on his chest, keeping him from taking a full breath.Slowly, Luca walked back toward the foyer.He wanted to see the truth for himself.When he reached the private elevator, his breath caught. The glass doors were dark, reflecting his own swallowed, gray silhouette. He reached out and pressed the call button. Nothing happened. The small digital screen next to the doors didn't light up with its usual soft green glow. Instead, a tiny red lock icon blinked steadily.Luca pressed it
The light that filtered through the curtains was not bright. It was a soft, heavy gray that lay over the bedroom like a wet blanket, keeping the corners of the room in deep shadow.Luca woke up slowly.For the first time since he had been brought to this penthouse, he did not wake up to cold sheets. Instead, there was a heavy, radiating warmth pressed against his back. A large, solid arm was draped over his waist, the heavy palm resting flat against his stomach. Adrian’s chest was pressed to Luca’s shoulder blades, rise and fall of his breathing slow, steady, and warm against the back of Luca’s neck.Luca lay perfectly still. He didn't even dare to breathe too deeply, terrified that any movement would shatter the heavy, quiet peace of the moment.His body was incredibly sore. When he tried to shift his legs, a sharp, dull ache pulsed through his hips and lower back, a physical reminder of the relentless, possessive way Adrian had claimed him hours before. His neck was tender, and his
The ride home was a suffocating shroud of silence. Luca sat on the far side of the leather backseat, his arms wrapped tight around himself, his skin still prickling from the memory of that man’s unwanted touch. The lights of the city blurred past the window like dying embers. Beside him, Adrian was a statue carved from cold marble. His jaw was tight, his knuckles white where they gripped his own knees. Every time Luca shivered, the air in the car seemed to grow colder, heavier.When they finally arrived at the penthouse, the silence followed them inside, thick and stagnant. Luca felt small, broken, and terrified of the hollow space in his chest. He couldn’t bear the thought of being alone in his room, staring at the ceiling, replaying the way that man’s hands had felt against his skin, the way he had been pulled and shoved in the hallway.He followed Adrian into the living area, his voice barely a breath. "Adrian... please. Stay with me?"Adrian stopped, his back to Luca. His shoulder
Rain hammered against the windshield, blurring the city lights into streaks of neon and gold. The midnight traffic had died down hours ago, leaving the streets empty except for the low rumble of thunder. Beside Adrian, Elena laughed softly. The sound of it instantly loosened the tight knot of tens
The clock on Luca’s nightstand seemed to tick louder as the sun began to dip below the city skyline.For hours, Luca had sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the glossy shopping bags scattered across the floor. The anger that had carried him through the luxury boutiques downtown had started to co
The morning light was too bright. It cut through the sheer curtains of Luca’s bedroom, throwing long, cold lines of white across the messy bed. Luca lay completely still. His body was sore, a dull ache pulsing in his hips and lower back every time he tried to breathe too deeply. The sheets felt ro
The sun was starting to set over the city, but inside the Moretti mansion, there was only tension. Luca went up to his room to pack his things, his hands trembling so much he could barely hold his clothes. He couldn't even get through it without breaking down. Everything was so overwhelming. Just a







