MasukMilaFor the first time in my life, I felt sorry for Luca.I had seen it. The confusion. The shock. Then the disappointment in his eyes when he figured out who Serafina was.***Ever since he left the hospital room two hours ago, I had remained lying on the bed, staring at the white ceiling without really seeing it.My thoughts kept dragging me backward. To our childhood. To the boy who had practically raised me.Luca had never really been a child. While other boys worried about toys and school, he was already learning how to become a man.How to protect. How to lead. How to kill."What's wrong?" Nadia asked softly as she sat on the edge of my bed.I slowly covered my face with both hands and let out a long, exhausted sigh."I think..." My voice cracked slightly. "I think I'll let him do it."She frowned. "Do what?"I lowered my hands and looked at her. "I'll let him announce Angelo as his son... and as his heir."The words felt heavier than I expected."I hate admitting it to the wor
LucaI ran a hand in my hair. It wasn’t meaningful to think how powerful Mila was growing. She must be having someone helping her. She let Nadia enter Russia with a fake passport. And that wasn’t something easy to achieve, not for an ordinary person even with connections.I remembered how she let down the cyper attack I made against Levi’s company months ago.“If I asked you how did you let Nadia pass the Russians with a fake passport, would you tell me?” I asked, meeting her gaze.Russian security was one of the strongest in the world.“It's…” she stammered.I knew she was searching for another lie. I raised my hand. “Stop,” I cut her off. “I don’t want to hear other lies. If you are not going to tell the truth, then, don’t tell anything.”I ran another hand through my hair. I felt like I was standing before a stranger.Not because Mila was Serafina. Because she had built an entire secret identity right beneath my eyes, while I had been convinced I knew every move she made.I look
Luca "Boss... something is wrong with your I*******m. You need to check it. The last post went viral," Silas said. I frowned. Even though I had hundreds of followers, I rarely posted anything. "What do you mean?" I asked. The first thing came to my mind, that some fcker hacked my account. He hesitated for a moment before saying, "Didn't you know about the last post? Serafina... went live from your I*******m last night. The video went viral. People all over social media are saying this means the two of you are having an affair." What he said didn't make any sense. How would Serafina post on my I*******m? Then... I noticed that Mila's iPhone was identical to mine in every detail. Even the wallpaper was the same—Angelo riding one of Ricardo's horses. I looked at her. The expression on her face instantly made me suspicious. Without another thought, I opened my I*******m. And then... There it was. Serafina's live video. On my account. The comments section had exploded. M
MilaI wasn't sure exactly how much I had slept when I first opened my eyes to the sound of someone knocking on the door.I looked around and noticed that Luca's bedroom door was slightly open.As I got closer, I heard the sound of running water.My eyes locked on Marco the moment I opened the suite door."Hi..." he muttered.I stepped back, letting him in."Hi..."I sat back down on the sofa."It seems even Capos make big mistakes."He took the sofa opposite me.Something painful flickered across his face."I'm sorry, Mila."I let out a sigh."She is Bratva, Marco. And you know what that means. You shouldn't have even thought about her, especially when she's engaged... and we're guests at her engagement party.""I know..." he muttered, avoiding my gaze. "We didn't mean to... We just couldn't... control ourselves."I heard the bathroom door of Luca's room open."You need to explain that to him..." I said quietly. "I don't think he believes in 'We just couldn't control ourselves.'"Min
I mustered all the strength I had and pushed the door open.The two people inside the room were so consumed by their passion that they didn't even notice me opening the door and stepping inside.My eyes widened, and I couldn't hold back a loud gasp as I recognized them.Marco and Irina.They were in bed. Together.They didn't notice my presence even though I was standing right in the middle of the room."Marco..." My voice came out as little more than a whisper.He was just writing our death sentence.He was sleeping with Princess Malakhov—the very woman we had come here to attend the official engagement party for. The woman who was about to marry a Bratva prince.They both froze.Marco was the first to regain his composure. He quickly pulled the blanket over both of them.Irina gasped. "О Боже мой." Oh my God.I slowly shook my head. They were dragging both our families into a bloody war."Mila," Marco said, trying to pull on his trousers beneath the blanket."You doomed us, Marco,"
I let my gaze sweep slowly across the grand ballroom before finally spotting Irina Malakhov.She looked every bit the Russian princess the media always described.Her golden gown shimmered beneath the crystal chandeliers, hugging her graceful figure before flowing elegantly to the floor. Against the rich fabric, her porcelain skin almost seemed to glow, while the diamonds around her neck sparkled with every movement she made.One arm was wrapped possessively around her waist.Her fiancé.I recognized him from his last visit to Italy.He wore the confident smile of a man who had already won the greatest prize in the room, yet something felt... off.There was no warmth between them.No stolen glances.No effortless smiles.Nothing that resembled two people in love.His hand remained firmly around her waist, almost as if he needed everyone around him to remember that she belonged to him.The moment Irina's eyes landed on me, her face lit up.A genuine smile spread across her red-painted
Mila“I always hear about the Russettis’ women’s beauty, but I never realized they would be this stunning,” the green-eyed man murmured with a wide smile.He was impossibly handsome. All sharp lines softened by an easy charm. His tailored suit clung perfectly to his broad frame, the dark fabric set
LucaI stared at the ceiling until the click of keys blurred into a rhythm I couldn't follow. Mila's smile kept replaying behind my eyes until everything went numb.Why her? Why her, of all women in the world, did my entire being crave?How could a person control someone’s life in that way? “What’
MilaThe silence that followed that call made me wonder if Luca had decided to move on. My new guards followed me to my apartment—which I discovered was in a building entirely owned by Russetti properties.I was the only heiress not only to my father’s wealth but also to that of his uncle Fredreck.
Anonymous The fcking pain I had carried in my soul during the years will finally come to an end once I hold her cut head in my hands while staring at her lifeless eyes with a thrill.I will never forget my parents' deadly eyes. I’d waited for this moment for almost two decades.I leaned over as I







