Chapter 16
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Sophia quickly scrambled up like she had been struck by lightning despite her knees protesting "What have we done Luca?!" She cried.
"This was a mistake," she said, her voice breaking slightly. "Everything that happened between us—it shouldn't have happened."
Luca's expression darkened instantly.
"Don't."
She shook her head, forcing herself to continue.
"It was a moment. That's all. And now it's over."
The words felt like knives as they left her mouth.
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Luca stepped closer—fast this time.
Not aggressive.
But decisive.
"Look at me and say that again," he said.
Her breath caught.
"I—"
"Say it," he pressed.
She forced herself to meet his gaze.
"This is over."
Silence.
Then—
A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips.
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"No."
The word was quiet.
But absolute.
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Sophia's heart pounded. "You don't get to decide that!"
"I already did."
His voice dropped, the intensity in it sending a shiver down her spine.
"You think I'm going to walk away from this?" he continued. "From you? After everything you just admitted—after everything that just happened?"
Her pulse raced.
"You don't get to undo it because you're scared."
"I'm not scared," she shot back.
"You're lying."
The certainty in his tone hit too close to the truth.
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He held her closer
.
Close enough that the air between them disappeared.
"You want me," he said quietly.
Her breath hitched.
"And I'm not letting that go."
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Sophia's chest rose and fell rapidly.
Her mind screamed at her to push him away.
To end this before it destroyed everything.
But her heart…
Her heart was already too far gone.
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"You're going to marry her," she whispered.
Luca's gaze didn't waver.
"Watch me refuse."
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The words hung between them.
A promise.
Or a threat.
She didn't know which.
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And somehow…
That scared her more than the marriage ever could.
The next morning the mansion was no longer calm.
It only looked that way.
Beneath the polished floors, the quiet hallways, and the controlled routines… tension coiled tightly, waiting to snap.
And everyone felt it.
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Pressure
Luca didn't avoid his father.
He confronted him.
Again.
"You're pushing this too far," Luca said, standing in Vittorio's study, his voice low but edged with steel.
Vittorio didn't look up immediately, calmly signing a document before setting his pen down.
"What I'm doing," he replied, "is securing this family's future."
"You're gambling it," Luca countered.
Vittorio's gaze lifted. "No. I'm controlling it. Something you taught yourself very well."
Luca's jaw tightened.
"This alliance is happening," Vittorio continued. "Whether you like it or not."
"And if I refuse?"
A pause.
Then, evenly:
"You won't."
Silence fell.
Heavy.
Challenging.
But Luca didn't respond.
Because something in his eyes had already made the answer clear.
The announcement came that afternoon.
"The Marchetti's."
The words spread quickly through the mansion.
Staff moved with precision. The air shifted.
Sophia stood near the grand staircase, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, her heart pounding as unease settled deep in her chest.
She didn't need to ask who.
She already knew.
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The doors opened.
And Bianca Marchetti walked in like she owned the ground beneath her feet.
Elegant. Sharp. Unapologetically confident.
Her eyes scanned the room—not nervously, not cautiously—but with familiarity. Calculation.
And then… they landed on Sophia.
Just for a second.
But it was enough.
Recognition flickered.
So did something darker.
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"Sophia," Vittorio's voice called.
She straightened instinctively.
"Come here."
Her steps felt heavier than they should as she walked forward, stopping beside him.
"This," Vittorio said smoothly, "is Bianca Marchetti."
A pause.
Then—
"She will soon be part of this family."
The words tightened something painfully in Sophia's chest.
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Bianca's lips curved into a polite smile.
Measured. Controlled.
But her eyes…
Her eyes weren't smiling.
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"And this," Vittorio continued, placing a firm hand on Sophia's shoulder, "is Sophia. My daughter."
A beat.
"A Virelli."
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The title settled heavily in the room.
Sophia felt it.
So did Bianca.
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Bianca's gaze sharpened slightly, taking in that detail. Reassessing.
Then she stepped forward.
"Of course," she said smoothly. "I've heard… very little about you."
The implication was clear.
You don't matter.
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Sophia forced a small, polite smile. "Nice to meet you."
The lie tasted bitter.
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Bianca's eyes flicked over her again—slower this time. Deliberate.
Judging.
Measuring.
Then she leaned in just slightly.
"Be careful where you stand," she murmured under her breath. "Some places aren't meant for everyone."
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Before Sophia could respond—
A presence cut in.
Immediate.
Unyielding.
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Luca.
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He stepped between them.
Not subtly.
Not politely.
But deliberately.
A wall.
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"That's enough," he said calmly.
But there was nothing calm about the tension in his voice.
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Bianca's expression shifted instantly—her sharp edge smoothing into something softer. Almost pleased.
"Luca," she said, her tone changing completely.
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He didn't look at her.
Not immediately.
His attention was on Sophia.
Brief.
Checking.
Assessing.
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Then his gaze moved to Bianca.
Cold.
Controlled.
Distant.
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"You're early," he said.
"And you're still rude," Bianca replied lightly, as if the tension between them didn't exist.
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Luca didn't smile.
Didn't soften.
Didn't engage.
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Dinner
That evening, the table was fuller.
But the warmth was gone.
Replaced with something sharper.
Something strategic.
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Bianca sat beside Vittorio.
Luca across from her.
Sophia… within his line of sight.
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Conversation started normally.
Or at least, it tried to.
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Alex leaned back in his chair. "So… this is it? We're just merging families over dinner now?"
Marco shot him a look. "You always reduce things to the simplest version."
"I prefer honesty," Alex replied with a grin. "Less stressful."
Valentina smirked. "You? Honest? That's new."
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A small ripple of laughter passed around the table.
Thin.
Forced.
But needed.
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Bianca joined in lightly. "I expected something more… dramatic."
Alex raised a brow. "Give it time."
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Sophia tried to focus on that.
On the normalcy.
On the humor.
But it was impossible.
Because Luca hadn't looked away from her once.
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Not obvious enough for everyone.
But enough.
Too much.
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At one point, as she reached for her glass—
His hand brushed hers under the table.
Brief.
Deliberate.
Claiming.
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Sophia froze.
Her breath caught.
But she didn't pull away.
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Across the table, Bianca was watching.
And this time…
She noticed.
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Her smile didn't fade.
But her eyes sharpened.
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Dinner ended.
But nothing felt finished.
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Because now…
The lines had been drawn.
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Bianca had seen something.
Luca didn't care who saw.
And Sophia…
Sophia was standing in the middle of a war she didn't fully understand—
But was already a part of.
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