"And who are you people?" Edmund asked angrily. "Who the hell gave you guys entry into this hall?!"The first man took off his sunglasses and fixed them back into his pocket. He turned to everyone at the table, and none of them recognized him."Gentlemen, I would love for y'all to be seated. I have a message from someone y'all would love to talk to."Edmund burst out laughing. "You're drunk, right?" he said. "Who the hell are the three of you, and why did you come in here? Who the hell even allowed you three here in the first place..huh?"The man grinned. "We didn't come here for violence, Edmund. We came here on strict orders from the boss, so I'd advise you to sit down so I can address the table."Edmund's face turned red with rage. "Who is this boss you're talking about? You think you can just waltz in here and start giving orders? I'm the one in charge here, not some mysterious boss that I don't know about."The man smiled again, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, I think you'

The hall fell silent and everyone fixed their eyes on those whose names were mentioned. Each of them had a surprised expression on their faces.Drew picked up his phone and walked out of the hall with his men trailing right after him, leaving the elders to wallow in curiosity.The next few minutes, everyone was still pondering on what had really happened. George pushed his chair backwards and stood up with Giovanni and others doing the same, forcing their way out of the hall when Edmund stopped them."Hey, Rosa?" His voice was somewhat sweet this time. "Tell him I want to see him tomorrow at 5 pm in the same house where you lost your toy twelve years ago!"Larosa's eyes widened in shock as she turned to face Edmund. "How did you...?" she started to say, her voice trembling. She couldn't believe he knew such details about her.Edmund smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I know everything, Rosa. I know all about your little secrets an

The following day, Luca drove his car and parked it some feet away before taking the pedestrian road that was leading to the thatched house where Edmund had asked him to meet. He glanced at his watch, and it was 5 pm on the dot. He quickly fastened his steps, and in the next few minutes, he was at the house.Scrutinizing the whole area, he could easily tell that it was just Edmund inside the house, but other people had come and gone before he came there. Fixing his eyes on the ground, he could see the footsteps, but he quickly held his head up high and made his way inside.As Luca stepped into the thatched house, he was met with the sight of Edmund, who was seated on a worn, leather armchair, his legs crossed and a smug smile spreading across his face. Edmund's eyes, a piercing brown, seemed to gleam with amusement, as if he was savoring a private joke. His dark hair was slicked back, revealing a prominent forehead, and his sharp jawline was accentuated by a hint of stubble. He was dr

At the Edward mansion. It's been two days since Sara tried calling Luca, but he still isn't picking up his phone. It was 7 a.m., and she picked up her phone again. She dialed Luca's number for the umpteenth time, but he still didn't pick up or return her calls.Sara's anxiety grew with each passing minute. She paced back and forth in her room, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios. Why wasn't he answering? Was he okay? Had something happened to him? Or was he running away from their extravagant wedding that was supposed to happen in a few days?She stopped pacing and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Maybe he was just busy, or his phone was dead. But the uncertainty was eating away at her. It's been over 48 hours!Sara decided to try a different approach. She sent Luca a text message, hoping he would respond."Hey Luca, it's Sara. I've been trying to reach you for two days. Please call me back or text me. I'm getting worried."She waited for what felt like an etern

At Santaro hotel. Inside George's office sat Giovanni Larosa and Fabio. They were having breakfast when his PA knocked on the door. “Good morning, sir. Sorry for the disruption, but someone wants to see you,” she informed him. George frowned. “Can't it wait? Didn't you just see me having breakfast?” The lady quickly apologized. “I'm very sorry, sir, but she insists on seeing you. She said she is Luca's wife!” Once she mentioned that she was Luca's wife, everyone dropped their spoons and turned to her with raised brows. “Did you say she is Luca's wife? I mean, one of the Edward princesses?” George asked, trying to confirm if it was really Sara who was looking for him. The lady nodded in approval. “Yes, sir. She is the first daughter of the Edward family. Should I send her in?” “Of course! Send her in right away,” he said. Once the lady closed the door, they exchanged furtive glances. It had been more than 30 hours since they had last seen Luca. Since he visited Edmund, they ha