Chapter 3: The Devil’s Favorite
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⚠️ Content Warning: Sensual tension, dominance, possessiveness. 🔞
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The morning after the party, whispers crawled through Palermo like smoke.
“Who is she?”
“Did you see them together?”
“Luciano De Luca never touches anyone in public…”
The entire city was talking.
And Isabella?
She was lying on silk sheets in a five-star suite, sunlight pouring across her bare shoulder. She’d left the Rosetti estate alone the night before, but not untouched. Her lips still tingled. Her skin still burned from where his hands had claimed territory like she was his to conquer.
He hadn’t even taken her fully — not yet.
But somehow, he already owned her thoughts.
A knock at her hotel door pulled her from the spiral.
She threw on a robe and opened it.
Standing there — not a bellhop, not a delivery boy — but a man in black, silent and sharp-eyed.
He handed her a small black box.
No words. Just a nod. And he left.
Inside the box?
A single black velvet choker… and a note:
> You wore red like a challenge.
Now wear this like a warning.
— L.D.
Isabella’s pulse kicked. Hard.
Was it a gift? A threat? Both?
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Meanwhile, across town…
Luciano sat at his dining table, surrounded by silence. His men kept their distance — they’d never seen him distracted. But his fingers tapped against the table, his eyes on his phone.
He hadn’t messaged her.
He didn’t chase.
But she’d gotten under his skin. Deep.
He didn’t trust her — not yet. She could be a plant. A trap. A brat with a dangerous smile. But something about her…
She wasn’t afraid of him.
She should be.
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Later that night, she wore the choker.
To another party. Hosted by his rivals.
And when Luciano walked in, the entire room turned electric.
He saw her.
She saw him.
And he didn’t smile.
He walked up to her like he had every right — like she was already his. Stopped inches from her, eyes locked on hers.
"You wore it," he said.
“You told me to,” she shot back, cocky.
He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.
“I don’t tell. I mark.”
Her breath caught.
“Am I your territory now?” she whispered.
Luciano’s eyes flared. “No, bella…”
He tilted her chin.
“You’re my favorite war.”
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