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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Yulia barely slept, tossing and turning through the restless night. When she finally opened her eyes, the sun was already creeping through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. She sighed, her body heavy with fatigue after barely two hours of sleep. Her gaze flicked to the signed contract sitting on her bedside table, a tangible reminder of the new chapter she was about to begin. The neat signature sealed her commitment to moving in with the De'Angeli men—Matteo, Leonardo, and Alessandro. The thought stirred a mix of anticipation and nerves within her, though she didn't have much time to dwell on it. She had to be ready today.
Her things were already packed, not that she had much to bring with her. The small apartment had never felt like home, just a temporary space where she had tucked away her emotions as neatly as her clothes. It was a good thing her lease was almost up, she thought. Moving out now was easier, without any attachments to hold her back.
After a quick, refreshing shower, Yulia pulled on the outfit she had set aside the night before—a long, flowing white skirt that brushed just above her ankles, paired with a soft pink top that complimented her fair skin. The light, airy fabrics made her feel feminine and delicate, a stark contrast to the storm of emotions brewing inside her. She draped a coat over her arm, just in case. Though the sun shone brightly outside, she always liked to be prepared. There was no telling what the day would bring.
Standing in front of the mirror, she lightly applied some perfume, the scent of jasmine and vanilla filling the room. She wanted to look presentable, professional even—though the thought of living with them made her feel far more than a mere employee. Grabbing her bag and the box of sweets she had prepared to make up for last night's forgotten dessert, Yulia took a deep breath, steadying her nerves.
As she moved to leave, a mischievous voice whispered from the back of her mind. Should have them as dessert, her naughty consciousness teased, sending a flush of heat to her cheeks. Yulia quickly shook her head, trying to rid herself of the lewd thoughts that had been creeping in since last night's car ride with Leonardo. The intensity of his closeness, the firm touch of his hand on her thigh—those memories lingered, leaving her flustered. Focus, Yulia, she scolded herself silently. This was not the time to get distracted by forbidden fantasies.
She stepped out of the apartment, her heart racing as she locked the door behind her, possibly for the last time. Today marked the beginning of something entirely new. The De'Angeli men were waiting, and she was about to step into their world.
Yulia stepped off the bus, taking a moment to steady herself as she adjusted the strap of her bag. The building loomed before her, its sleek glass façade reflecting the bright sunlight. The air smelled faintly of city streets and morning coffee, and the hum of passing cars buzzed in her ears. She drew in a deep breath, her fingers tightening around the handle of the box of sweets she had made. Just stay calm, she thought, though her heart raced at the prospect of seeing those men again.
