Matteo, Leonardo, and Alessandro, the powerful owners of De Angeli Enterprises, are in their early thirties and have built a fearsome reputation worldwide. Known for their ruthlessness and ambition, these men have amassed wealth and influence by tak...
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"Matteo, have you spoken to—why is she crying? What did you do?" Leonardo's voice rings out with a mix of concern and authority as he strides into the room, his eyes narrowing as he takes in the sight before him. Yulia, usually composed and reserved, is trembling in Matteo's arms, tears silently streaming down her face.
The room feels tense, the air thick with unspoken emotions. Matteo, his brow furrowed with worry, tries to comfort Yulia, but her sudden movement startles him. She pulls away from him abruptly, her hands shaking as she wipes away the tears with the back of her hand, attempting to regain her composure.
"I-t's nothing, sir," Yulia stammers, her voice trembling. "I just got overwhelmed with the proposal Mr. Matteo made." Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she glances at Leonardo, the weight of his gaze making her feel small. "Oh, By the way, are you okay?" she blurts out, her mind jumping to another topic in her anxiety. "Miss Montana informed me that you were allergic to chocolate. I swear I had no idea, or I would have made a different flavor—like strawberries, or cream, or strawberries and cream!" Her words spill out in a frantic rush as she recalls the incident earlier when Matteo, oblivious to Leonardo's allergy, had shoved a chocolate croissant into his mouth.
Leonardo's expression softens slightly, though concern still lingers in his eyes. He exchanges a glance with Matteo, who looks equally troubled, and then shifts his focus back to Yulia. His lips curling into a subtle smile. It's the most he's ever heard her speak, and the melody of her angelic voice captivates him. He can't wait to hear more. "No preoccuparti, principessa. If anything had happened, it would be Matteo's fault," he says with a thick, rolling accent that sends a shiver down Yulia's spine. She clenches her thighs unconsciously, a reaction that doesn't go unnoticed by Matteo, who is still seated beside her, his smirk deepening.
"Wh-what part of the chocolate are you allergic to, Mr. Leonardo?" Yulia asks, her voice trembling slightly. Despite herself, she's drawn to the blue-eyed god in front of her, unable to resist his magnetic presence. Just as Leonardo is about to answer, the door swings open again, and the atmosphere in the room shifts. Though the space is large, it suddenly feels small, almost stifling, with all three men now present, their powerful auras filling every corner.
"I'm allergic to the cacao itself, amore mio," Leonardo responds, his voice smooth and rich. Yulia hears his words and nods, but her attention is already drifting. She can't tear her gaze away from the man who just entered. His eyes, the color of dark chocolate, hold her captive, and the world seems to narrow down to just the two of them in that moment.
As Yulia remains seated, she watches him approach, her breath catching in her throat. Her eyes widen as he kneels before her, his presence overwhelming. He gently takes her hand, and when his lips brush softly against her skin, her heart turns into a puddle, melting in her chest. "I'm Alessandro," he says, his voice deep and rich, his accent even thicker than Leonardo's, each syllable wrapping around her like a caress.
