Sylvia and Luke appear to have the perfect life. A thriving fashion startup, a beautiful four-year-old daughter, and a love that began when they met at Harvard Business School. But beneath the surface, Luke hides a dark secret-he's the heir to one o...
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After Lyria was discharged, we went home. No, we went back to that god forsaken manor, where I don't know what's gonna happen if I leave my daughter for even a few minutes to go to the bathroom. I was starting to make peace with our situation, thinking no one here is interested in harming us. Especially after Gianna's emotional outpouring. But I was so wrong.
Ever since then, I haven't left Lyria alone. I even stopped helping Alessandra with her wedding. Each time I step away, even briefly, I'm consumed with anxiety. What if someone breaks in? What if they come back for Lyria? The fear gnaws at me relentlessly, a constant companion in this gilded prison.
Enzo appointed two of his men to guard the door to our bedroom. He and Luke kept reassuring me that nothing will ever happen to Lyria again. Even Giana and Maria have been offering to look after her every time I need to step away. Alessandra also offered herself to keep Lyria entertained when she noticed I was on the brink of exhaustion. But I just can't let myself do that. I can't trust anyone in this house. Not after what happened.
Lyria is at that age where she always has the energy of a freshly charged energizer bunny and constantly wants to be moving. She's gotten into the habit of running away from me ever since I always insist on holding her hand every time we're out of our bedroom. She thought if she screamed for her daddy he would let her run wild like she wanted to. It didn't take long for her to realize that her daddy is on my side.
Luke has been busy working with his brother trying to find the sick-bastard who suffocated our daughter. I haven't talked to him much after we got back from the hospital, aside from things related to our daughter. But he hasn't denied me a single thing these past week. Anytime I get tired of following Lyria around I can always count on Luke to look after her, since he's the only one I trust in this place.
One evening after a particularly long day of trying to keep Lyria entertained and safe within the confines of our guarded bedroom. My nerves were frayed, and my patience wore thin as Lyria bounced off the walls, her laughter echoing through the quiet corridors.
I had reached my limit. Desperate for a moment of respite, I sank onto the edge of our bed, burying my face in my hands. Tears threatened to spill over, a mix of frustration, fear, and exhaustion. Sensing my distress, Luke appeared at my side, his touch gentle yet firm as he guided Lyria away with promises of a game they could play together.
Part of me still resents Luke for bringing us into this dangerous world, for the shadow of his past that now looms over our present. It's hard not to blame him, even though I see how much he blames himself. He carries the guilt like a cloak, and I feel bad for him. I know he's doing everything he can to protect us, but it's hard to push aside the resentment when every moment is colored by fear and uncertainty.
Right now I'm soaking myself in a warm and bubbly tub as I sip my Monfortino straight from the bottle that Luke provided. He Insisted I take a break for the rest of the evening after seeing me struggle with Lyria.
