Luca’s POV
"Why are you doing this, Luca?" Delilah asked, her eyes staring into mine like she already knew the answer.
I couldn’t speak at first. My heart was too full. Anger. Pain. Love. Everything.
"I’m trying to protect you," I finally said, my voice low.
She crossed her arms and stepped back. "Protect me? Or control me?"
I looked at the photo in my hand. It was the one I had taken of Sophia and Victor together. Sophia—Ethan’s fiancée—meeting secretly with Marco’s right-hand man.
"This picture," I said, holding it up, "proves Ethan is being played. Sophia is lying to him. She’s not on his side. And if Ethan doesn’t know that, he’ll walk right into Marco’s trap."
Delilah stared at the picture. Her hands trembled a little. "Then why not tell Ethan the truth?"
"Because," I whispere
