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The day Sofia Moretti found out Luca Romano was marrying her sister, she dropped out of school and boarded the first flight to Paris. The plane hadn’t even left the runway before Luca’s messages started flooding in. *This isn’t what you think. Come back and let me explain.* *Don’t go. Running away won’t solve this.* The last message was a single word. *Please.* Sofia had loved him for ten years. Every time she’d dared to say it, Luca had rejected her for the same reason: he was the guardian her father had appointed for her. They could never be together. And then he’d turned around and married her sister—becoming, through that marriage, the acting head of the Moretti family. Sofia stared at the screen. The man who never bowed his head to anyone had just typed *please*. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard for a long, silent moment. In the end, she pulled out the SIM card and snapped it in two. It was like pulling a thorn from her heart, one that had been embedded there for a decade. Three years later, if her father’s coffin weren’t being moved from its temporary vault to the family cemetery, she would never have returned to Boston. ... On her first day back, Sofia was intercepted at the airport arrivals gate. To be precise, she was stopped by the acting head of the Moretti family. Her guardian, in name, Luca Romano. They hadn’t seen each other in three years. He was thinner. The black suit still fit his frame perfectly, his shoulders still straight, but the bones of his wrists seemed sharper now beneath his cuffs. The men behind him kept their distance, none daring to rush him, none daring to speak. As Sofia emerged, pushing a suitcase full of restoration tools and sketches, Luca’s lips moved. “Sofia.” He’d always called her that when she was a child. After she turned sixteen and stood at his study door to tell him she loved him, he had rarely used that tone with her again. Sofia didn’t stop. She pushed her suitcase right past him. Luca reached out and caught her wrist. “The car’s outside,” he said. “I’ll take you.” She lowered her eyes to his hand. The platinum wedding band on his ring finger caught the cold glare of the airport lights. Three years, and he was still wearing it. Sofia looked up. “I wouldn’t want to trouble the acting head. I’ve already called a car.” His fingers tightened at the title. “It’s been three years.” His voice was low, heavy with exhaustion. “You changed your number. You returned every letter. How long are you going to hide?” Sofia studied him. She had known this face for twenty years. Luca was not a Moretti by blood. He had lost his parents at eight and was brought to the estate by his grandfather, Vittorio. He was raised at the side of the family head, Enzo, and by the time Sofia could form memories, Luca was already the person her father trusted most. He went on to become the youngest lieutenant in the entire family. The first time Sofia moved to the estate, she was four years old and refused to speak to anyone. Luca had crouched down and pressed a lemon candy into her palm. “Don’t be afraid,” he’d told her. “I’ll look after you from now on.” And he had. For years. When the other children at the estate ostracized her, Luca stood up for her. When she failed an exam and was too scared to show her father, Luca signed the slip for her as her guardian. When she was twelve and burning with a fever, her mother was at the private clinic with Bianca for a heart checkup. It was Luca who drove back overnight from North Harbor and stayed by her bedside for two days. When she was fourteen, Sofia realized what she felt for him wasn't just dependence. At sixteen, she confessed her feelings for the first time. It was raining hard that night. She stood outside his study, soaked to the bone, and told him everything she had held inside for two years. Luca was silent for a long time before wrapping a towel around her wet hair. “Sofia, I’m your guardian.” “We’re not rela......

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