It was Saturday morning. No office. No boardroom. No suits. No obligations.
Just silence.
Luca Van Driscoll had never felt so relieved to see a weekend. It used to mean nothing—just a shift from a week to another week. But now, after accepting an executive position in his family’s empire, weekends suddenly meant escape. A few sacred hours to breathe, sweat, and think without being surrounded by strategy memos and power plays.
He stepped into the gym, gum snapping hard between his teeth. His charcoal joggers clung to his legs, and his black athletic shirt hugged every sculpted muscle of his torso. He didn’t wear it to impress. He didn’t need to. The body alone spoke volumes.
All eyes drifted to him as he walked in. It wasn’t just because he looked like a sportswear campaign in motion—it
