Chapter Four: The Lion’s Den
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The grand salon of the De Luca villa was a study in old-world opulence—crystal chandeliers, Renaissance art, and the quiet hum of power thrumming beneath every polished surface. But all Emily could focus on was the weight of Vittorio De Luca’s gaze as it raked over her from across the room.
Luciano’s hand settled possessively at the small of her back, his fingers pressing just hard enough to remind her: *This is a performance. Don’t falter.*
“*Nonno*,” Luciano said smoothly, steering her forward. “This is Emily.”
No last name. No introduction as his secretary. Just *Emily*, as if she had always belonged in his world.
The old man’s sharp eyes narrowed. “So. This is the woman who finally made you settle down.”
A murmur rippled through the gathered family—aunts, uncles, cousins, all watching with varying degrees of skepticism and amusement. Emily’s cheeks burned, but she held her ground, offering a hesitant smile.
“It’s an honor to meet you, Mr. De Luca.”
Vittorio waved a gnarled hand. “*Basta* with the formalities. If you’re marrying into this family, you call me *Nonno*.”
Luciano’s grip tightened imperceptibly. *A test.*
Emily swallowed. “*Nonno*,” she repeated softly.
The old man studied her for a long moment before grunting. “At least she’s pretty.” He shot Luciano a look. “But is she smart?”
Before Luciano could reply, a throaty laugh cut through the tension.
“Oh, she’s *plenty* smart.”
A stunning brunette in a silver gown sauntered forward, her crimson lips curved in a smirk. “After all, she’s been Luciano’s *secretary* for years.” The word *secretary* dripped with implication. “Didn’t realize you two were so… *close*.”
Emily’s breath hitched. *She knows.*
Luciano’s voice turned glacial. “Isabella. I didn’t realize you’d be here.”
Isabella’s smile didn’t reach her cold brown eyes. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” She flicked a glance at Emily. “Though I must admit, I’m *fascinated* by your… sudden engagement.”
The unspoken accusation hung in the air.
Vittorio’s gaze sharpened. “You have something to say, Isabella?”
She shrugged. “Only that it’s *convenient*, isn’t it? Luciano needing a wife to secure his inheritance—and *poof*! His loyal secretary becomes his blushing bride.”
A hush fell over the room.
Emily’s pulse roared in her ears. One wrong move, and their carefully constructed facade would crumble.
Then Luciano did the unexpected.
He laughed.
A rich, mocking sound that made Isabella stiffen.
“Jealousy doesn’t suit you, *cara*,” he drawled, pulling Emily closer. “But if you need proof of how *real* this is…”
Without warning, he cupped Emily’s face and kissed her—right there, in front of everyone. Not the searing possession of their earlier kiss, but something slower. Deeper. A kiss that curled her toes and stole her breath, leaving no doubt that this was anything but pretend.
When he finally pulled away, Vittorio was grinning.
Isabella looked ready to spit fire.
And Emily?
She was in *very* dangerous territory.
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