Olivia tried swallowing the lump that formed in her throat before she finally spoke in a trembling voice.
“So, what do I do?”
Luca leaned back, taking another puff from his cigar before responding. “Now, this is the plan. You have to tell him you’ve told me.”
Olivia's heart skipped a beat. “What?” her voice barely above a whisper. “If I do that, Damian will hate me, talk more of agreeing to an arranged marriage.”
Luca chuckled darkly. “He won't. You’ll tell him, but I have a plan.”
“And what’s the plan?” Olivia asked hesitantly, finally taking a seat across from Luca.
Luca leaned forward. “So, this is what you’ll do…”
As Luca laid out the details, Olivia listened intently, clutching the armrest for mental support. When he finished, her eyes snapped open.
“That’s...bri
