Trapped by Love

ily obligations. Luca Moretti sat in his father's austere office, looking down at the agreement laid out before him with con

u want to sell me, tie me to a

man with a piercing

e Lefevres is essential. Their company is faltering, but with our s

making the chair creak a

lia, you know that. You can't force me to

t fell was broken by

istic, Luca. Julia has nothing to offer this

few months before. A discreet young woman, almost self-effacing, dressed in a simple dress, her eyes lowered most of the time. There was

inally asked, arms cross

lied with icy calm. Your position, your

trollable. But behind that anger, a wave of helpl

seemed planned with surgical precision: the church, the reception,

ly, highlighting her slim figure. Her hair was tied up in an elegant bun, a few strands falling delicately over her face. Yet

quietly, and his

my dear, she said wi

to her, giving

nk yo

aced a hand o

isn't what you

sn't it? Amelie interrupted h

hing the folds of h

m re

nding by the altar, looked like a man dragged to the slaughterhouse. He wore a cris

Luca, in spite of himself, could not help but look at her. She advanced slowly, her face calm, a

ispered, sitting in the f

with an intensity she didn't understand. But Luca

time, their eyes truly met. There was a defiant glint in Amelie's eyes

said to the officia

l to Luca. Every word he had spoken had been a betrayal of himself, a

yone played their part. Luca and Amelie stood side by side, exchangi

a remarked when they were f

e shr

le, right? And y

f irony that didn't go unnoticed. Luca gr

oing to make this easy for you, he wh

him, a sweet but

sy. But don't underestimate the

derestimated Amelie, that was for sure. And for the first time, he wonde