Nayana
I’m not crying because I feel bad for Luca. God, no. Eww. That disgusting bastard deserved every single thing he got and maybe more. I hope wherever his soul is rotting, it’s burning in the hottest pit possible.
No… the tears rolling down my cheeks aren’t for him. They’re for me.
Because I’ve never ever had anyone stand up for me like this. Not my father, not Franca, not even Isabella until things got extreme.
But Leo… he didn’t just stand up for me. He defended me like I was something precious. Important. Worth fighting for.
No one has ever made me feel like that in my entire life. The realization cracks something open inside my chest, and the sudden tears won’t stop no matter how I try to hold it in.
Leo’s expression softens as he looks at me with worry etched on his handso
