Luca. I wanted to take Emma to visit my parents, but I decided to spare her the drama and asked her to stay. My mother still blamed Emma for Roberto's death. She said I would have hung out with him if she wasn't in my house. She said I turned Roberto down to be with Emma, claiming she was a distraction and could lead me to my death. She did not even understand that I had almost died, and Emma saved my life. She didn't know that I was resting after recovering from the gunshots. I wouldn't have left my house regardless. But she was right about one thing. I prefer to spend my free time with Emma than my brother, and I do not regret it. That one decision saved my life. So if Emma was a distraction, then she was a damn good one. My mother did not understand how grateful I was for turning Roberto down. I would have been killed along with him. Goddess knows who he pissed off because I doubted that had anything to do with the power struggle. Emma being in my house saved my life. I warned m

Emma. I was planning to head downstairs when I heard Luca and his mother arguing. Their voices were loud. I could listen because I was at the staircase; if not, their conversation would have been incoherent. Lacy was hurting about something, and Luca wouldn't have it. I moved closer to hear clearly. I wasn't into sticking my nose where it doesn't belong, but when you live in a big house and aren't allowed to go out, you start trying to find things to amuse yourself. "I am afraid you are losing yourself, Luca. How can you let that girl into your business? She can betray you. Did you forget you have a temporary arrangement with her? You are spending too much time with that girl, and I hate to see you broken when she finally leaves. How can you let her in on your business knowing she would leave, Luca?" She can sell our family secrets to our enemies. You paid a considerable sum for her; what would stop her from collecting money from another party to sell you out? She is an Omega from a

Emma. I could not believe my eyes. Luca had invited Kyle and Heather to come with us. I did not know how much I missed them until I saw them. I was in tears, hugging them. I turned to Luca and thanked him. He smiled back at me. "Emma," Kyle said; he looked rich. He was a very handsome guy. His black hair was short and curly. He wore a white shirt and grey pants. He looked sophisticated, like a small boss. He smiled at me and his cute dimples shined through. The dullness in his eyes was gone. They were alive. Then it caught my eyes. He had a mate mark on his neck. "Since when, Kyle?" I asked him, and he touched his mark lightly. "A month ago. She went to visit her folks. That is why I could come." He said, and I was so proud of him. Our luck had indeed changed, and it was because of Luca. Kyle's mark also made me jealous, realising that my neck was bare and there was a possibility it would remain that way. We went into the jet; it was exquisite. I had never been in an aeroplane, l

Luca. I knew Emma wasn't joking when she requested to be my mistress. I was hoping it wouldn't come to that, but it had. I could see it in her eyes. She was battling her emotions just as I was. I wasn't angry at her when I walked away. I was mad at myself for putting her in a situation she would think so low of herself. Aldo sensed something was wrong, but I hid it from him. When Teressa approached us, I was surprised, but I chose to pass away the time by hearing what she had to say. She claimed she saw us by accident, but I knew my mother was behind it. My mother wanted me to start courting Teressa immediately, and I was mad at her. Teressa told me that Emma and her friend were partying with some men, knowing how easily I got jealous. It got to me, but who was I to get jealous? As much as I wanted to go to where she was and drag her away from the men, I knew she would be free to do as she liked in a couple of months. I also knew that my reaction to her request was what led her to do

Luca. I roared with all my might. My pain was real, my heart was broken, and my soul had been ripped from me. Why was I doomed? Emma was everything I had ever wanted in a woman; perfect in every way. She was my soulmate, and I had to let her go. I had to let her go, so I do not lose her. There were two many unknown people after me, and she wasn't cut out for this life. My heart was bleeding. Images of her crying in the car reeled in my mind. All I had to do was change my mind, and all this pain would be gone, but I knew the pain would be worse if I let her stay and she got killed. She bared her heart out and pleaded with me; little did she know I was more in love with her than she was with me. Why did I have to do well in the family business and rise to the top? I was ambitious, and look where it got me. The one thing I wanted so much, I could never have. I knelt on the floor in my bedroom and wept. Usually, she would hold and try to console me, but now that it was over, who will do