Luca's Pov
The house gave me nothing back.
I looked around again.
Empty. Calm. Untouched.
They had left me alone in their space.
They had pulled my money.
They had embarrassed me.
And they had done it without raising their voices.
I inhaled slowly and forced my shoulders to relax. “Fine,” I muttered while straightening my jacket again.
“If they want escalation,” I continued while staring toward the terrace, “I will give them escalation.”
But even as I said it, I knew the limits.
I could pressure. I could intimidate. I could destabilize.
But I could not remove her.
Not directly.
Not without triggering something far larger than a financial war.
Her parents were poor in appearance.
But poverty was camouflage.
And I had ignored that once.
I would not ignore it again.
My phon
