Wife of Alessandro de luca
e too quick
polished floor like a quiet invitation to start over. She sat up
o hadn't
ll night. Last night's tension still clung to the walls, but with him gone, the silence f
aged wife. She had her own life, her
aking off the night. Her reflection in the mirror stared back, tired but determined. H
bun, and she'd dressed in a simple, professional outfit-dark jeans, a t
he front of the house, her pace faltered. Should s
expressions were unreadable-stone faced and silent, always watching. A
o
her phone and
ord, chin lifted. If they reported her movements to Alessan
familiar rhythm of another busy morning. When she stepped into the
. A world away from
ning" passed her lips as she walked past the front desk. Then she slip
business magnates in the city for over three years. Mr. Grayson.
his usual nod. He sat behind his desk, already imm
s, schedules, and meetings like clockwork. The hours passed with quiet produ
-
ion surrounded by steel gates and silent
morning stillness. He stepped out of his sleek black car, his tailored
grand hallwa
es nar
e asked coldly, stri
e left earlier this morning, sir. Dressed n
s brow furr
she think she could come and go as s
aid, his voice like thunder
. Orders from Alessandr
d Rose at her workplace. But when t
ice calm but unshakable. "You
. But she also wasn't making a run for
er. This is my job. I've done noth
n backed off and left, confused but
-
the sky dimmed i
, her back stiff as she stared at the looming mansion
ut and took a
as she walked in. She
o was the
room, his elbows on his knees, hands clasped tightly. His dar
ped in h
d. Cold. Furio
yell. He d
louder than anything
low, but the edge of steel in
work," she
t withou
I needed permiss
ement deliberate, control
don't disappear. You don't walk out
ieter but just as steady. "I went to my workpla
life i
defiance in her eyes. "Yo
ing in her eyes, something he couldn't quite place made him
is gaze, waiting for whate
at her for a long,
e turn
he said coldly.
caught. She
this was only
as do