Marco lived well. Very well. Not quite on Luciano’s scale—but close enough to make a statement.
Valentina wrapped her arms lightly around herself as she was led inside by one of the house staff.
The house interior was just as impressive—modern, clean lines blended with warm lighting and rich textures.
She was led into the guest reception area, a quiet, elegant space with low couches, a glass coffee table, and a large window that overlooked part of the garden.
"Please, have a seat," the maid said politely before stepping away.
Valentina nodded, offering a small smile, and sat down. The sound of footsteps broke through her thoughts. She got to her feet.
Marco stepped into the room. He had changed out of his travel clothes, now dressed simply. "Val..." He cleared his throat slightly, straightening where he stood. "What are you doing here?" He took her in properly.
She looked... softer. Rounder at the edges. There was a quiet glow to her now, a maturity that hadn’t been there before. The pregnancy hadn’t changed her completely, but it had added something new to her presence.
Valentina noticed the way his eyes lingered, the way he seemed to hesitate before speaking again.
Something was off.
"Have I done something wrong, Marco?" she asked gently.
"Uh... no," he said quickly.
Valentina’s brows drew together slightly. "Then tell me why you’ve been avoiding me," she pressed, taking a step closer. "Avoiding my calls."
Marco took one step back, like he was trying to pace, his hands sliding into his pockets. "I wasn’t in town," he said. "I just got back."
"So you couldn’t pick up your phone?" she asked. "You couldn’t call me back when you could?"
"I’m sorry," he said finally.
Valentina shook her head slightly. "Something is wrong, Marco," she said. "And I’m not an idiot." Her eyes locked onto his. "I know it has something to do with me getting engaged to Ricardo."
He let out a slow breath, his gaze dropping to the floor before lifting back to her. "You’re wrong," he said.
"Am I?" she asked quietly. "You’ve never ignored me before," she added.
Marco swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. "You’re overthinking it," he tried again, but even he could hear how weak it sounded.
"No," she said. "You are disappointed in me. You think I shouldn’t have gotten back with him."
His gaze flickered to the ring on her finger. "You’re getting married, Val," he said finally.
"Yes," she replied softly.
"And you’re pregnant," he added.
"Yes."
"What exactly do you want from me? Someone else is responsible for you now." he asked.
"I—" she started, then stopped. "I want my friend back," she said finally.
Valentina stared at him, disbelief flickering across her face. "Before there was Ricardo," she said softly, stepping closer, "there was you. Ricardo understands what we have."

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