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1

ELENATHERE WAS SOMEONE IN OUR APARTMENT.It was a cold night, the type which made sense to party and drink all through—which was exactly what I did—but it was a little past 3am, and I was wasted. My vision was blurry, and the world was spinning. I had managed to come home alone, and now I was at the door, but I couldn't get myself to go in.“Marco!" His name rolled off my tongue.My brother, Marco would NEVER leave the front door wide open. He knew the risks we faced by living out here, isolated from the entire city, and hence, he was always security conscious.Therefore, it was very clear. Either someone had broken into our apartment to rob us, or we had been attacked. Either way, this was very wrong timing; I am drunk for crying out loud.I placed my hand on the wall for support, as I tried to steady myself. I took three deep breaths, hoping to at least have a clear vision. “Come on, Elena. Why did you have to drink so much?" I berated myself, taking a step inside.I normally don't

2

ELENATHEY'RE FIVE STAGES OF GRIEF, THEY SAY—Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance.Scratch out the last part. There's no way in hell I'm accepting the murder of my brother. That's no way to honor my brother's death; revenge was. “Elena, over here!" A voice called loudly. "What are you doing? We have customers waiting over here.”I turned to my boss, biting back a response. You don't have to be so rude, sir!It's been a year since I held my brother in a pool of his own blood. I was deeply traumatized, even after I left. It broke my heart more and more every time I recalled that night.If I had listened to Marco and stayed at home, maybe he would still be alive. I moved out of our little apartment after conducting a self-arranged burial for my beloved brother. We had no friends and no relatives; it was just the two of us. Well, now it was just me.Settling into the city was difficult, as you can see, I'm still struggling to relate with people. I approached the table,

3

LUCAEVERY DAY IS A BAD DAY.Being a Moretti means being prone to attack from anywhere, and having to always keep your guard high up. It means striving for nothing second to best, and locking up who you truly are. Probably tossing the key into the Atlantic.It was hard enough to just bear the name; now, think about what it was like to be the heir to the Moretti empire.No, whatever you thought of is nothing compared to what it actually is.The door made its way, and my secretary strode in. “Sir, Ms. Miguel is here to see you."Finally! Someone who understands.“Let her in!"Minutes later, my elder sister walked in casually. She tossed her handbag to the cushion, pulling a chair out and settling into it.“Hey, kiddo!" My shoulders relaxed for the first time today, and I leaned into the chair. “Don't call me kiddo." I scoffed.She rolled her eyes. “Don't pretend like you don't like it. I got you a midday snack." She said, pushing the McDonald's package to me. How much I love her!You

4

ELENAI WASN'T IN CONTROL. I lost the reins of the mad horse holding my desire the minute I looked into this man's eyes, and now it was driving me to my death. I didn’t plan on leaving with him.Hell, I didn’t even plan on talking to anyone tonight. I was supposed to have one drink, maybe two. Watch the chaos unfold from a safe distance, pretend to enjoy the music, and slip back into my old life like nothing happened.But then he showed up, and I suddenly wanted the whole narrative to change. The way he looked at me like I was some kind of mystery he wanted to unravel. Normally, that kind of attention would set off every internal alarm I had. It should’ve. But tonight, the old rules didn’t apply. Tonight, I wasn’t Elena Russo, the lady whose eternal life was hellbent on revenge. I was just Elena—the woman who hadn’t felt anything real in over a year.I thought it didn't matter, but when I looked into his eyes, I knew it did. I wanted to feel something, anything, so long as it was

5

LUCAWOMEN DIDN'T INTRIGUE ME ANYMORE. But she did.I knew from the moment I laid eyes on her that she wasn’t like the others.There was something about the way her eyes were fixed—like she was always on guard like she had a purpose. The kind of woman who knew how to disappear when the wrong eyes found her. That intrigued me. She broke the curse.That’s why I couldn't look away when she sat beside me, why I allowed myself to flirt with her like I had all the time in the world, even though my night was supposed to be about business, not pleasure.She looked at me like she saw right through the charm, the façade, straight into the parts of me no one was supposed to see. And still, she didn’t pull away.She leaned in.That was my first mistake.I should’ve walked away, let her slip back into the crowd like smoke through my fingers. But I didn’t. I took her hand, I let her into my car, I let her into my home—and for one night, I let her into my goddamn head.And now I can’t get her out.

6

ELENALOOK AWAY, ELENA!I repeated the words in my head over and over again, yet I couldn't pull my eyes away from his enchanting blue eyes.“Tell me, Elena." He began, leaning fully over the table. “Why did you leave without even the least thing as a goodbye?"I shrugged, pausing briefly to think of an answer other than ‘I regretted sleeping with you’. “What? Was I supposed to dress up in one of your oversized shirts and whip you burnt pancakes?" Avoiding the question was a better resort.“Burnt?" He choked lightly. “Are you that bad?" I scoffed, taking another long sip from my coffee. “Quite shocking, even to me. I never got the hang of it."He nodded lightly. “I can teach you."Cocking my head to the side, I raised my brows. “Oh really?"“Well, that is, if you'd take up the offer. It's free." He added.My lips curled up into a smirk. “And why would you do that?"It was his turn to shrug. “I don't know. If I could sit for hours at the restaurant where you work, waiting for you to s

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ELENASTAY IN CONTROL. I kept repeating the words as I followed Luca’s lead back to the penthouse I had run away from half-broken. "Welcome to my humble abode," Luca said, his voice smooth and playful as he pushed the door open, stepping aside to let me walk in.I arched an eyebrow at him, crossing my arms as I stepped over the threshold. "You know I've been here before, right?" I said, giving him a look, watching for any reaction.Luca smirked, shutting the door behind us with a soft click. "Yeah, yeah," he waved a dismissive hand, "but you stepped in at night and left the next morning. That doesn’t count as a visit, does it?" He walked past me, leading the way into the sitting room, his tone lighthearted but laced with something unreadable.I hesitated for a brief second before following, my gaze subtly scanning the apartment. It looked the same—clean, modern, and refined, yet something about the air inside felt different this time."Please, have a seat... if you wouldn’t mind," Lu

8

ELENATIME SLOWED.As we stood there, the warm sunlight streaming through the kitchen window, I felt his eyes lock onto mine. The intensity of his gaze sent a shiver down my spine, making my heart stutter in my chest. His fingers tightened around mine, firm but not forceful, and at that moment, I could feel the connection. It mirrored the sparks flickering within me, an undeniable pull that I wasn’t sure I wanted to resist.The air between us thickened, heavy with an anticipation that neither of us dared to acknowledge out loud. Every second stretched, every breath drawn out, as though time itself had paused to witness whatever was happening between us. Then, just as I thought I could break free from the moment, he leaned in. His breath, warm and teasing, ghosted across my ear, sending goosebumps trailing down my skin.“The secret ingredient, my dear, is not what you think,” he murmured, his voice a low rasp.My mind whirled. What did he mean by that? Was he playing with me, or was th

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ELENASTEP ON THE BRAKES ALREADY! It felt like everything was moving way too fast, and I just wanted to scream and step on the brakes.But I didn't."Dinner…" I muttered, placing my hand on my chin as if lost in thought. My gaze flickered toward Luca, his expression …waiting.This is what I've been waiting for, for so long now—to find Luca Moretti and bring him down. This was it, right? The start of my revenge, but yet, it still felt overwhelming.I hated to be overwhelmed. After a long pause, I finally nodded. "Alright then… dinner would be fine."For a split second, I saw something flicker across Luca’s face, a hint of satisfaction, maybe even relief. A small smile threatened to break through, but he quickly masked it, clearing his throat as if to compose himself."Mm… mm…" He coughed slightly. "Alright… that’s fine. When though?"I tilted my head, pretending to consider it, though my mind was already set. "Call me or text me, and we’ll talk about it."Luca nodded, his gaze lingeri

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ELENAIF INDECISIVE WAS A PERSON. "Blue dress, red dress, black dress… which would be perfect?" I muttered, lifting the three dresses as I stood in front of my mirror. My fingers traced the delicate fabric of each one, my mind flickering between choices. They all seemed like perfect choices, yet I was so indecisive. "Wait!" I suddenly said, fixing my eyes on my reflection. "Why do I even care how good I look? Am I trying to impress him?"I scoffed at the thought. No. This wasn't about looking good for Luca. This was about control. This was a way of making him fall into my well-laid-out trap and making sure he never gets out. For that, I have to be just another woman enthralled by his charm, that's the only way this could work.Right? Yet, as I stared at myself, a thousand and one thoughts raced through my head that made it difficult to even listen to myself. I heaved, the words falling off my lips. "Elena… are you sure you can do this?"A ghost from my past clawed its way to the su

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