Giovanni De Luca is the wealthiest man in the business world... and the most feared name in the underworld and the business world.
Dr. Pierce isn't just a surgeon - she's the best the world has ever seen, a miracle worker with a scalpel and a spine...
The rains was that had prolonged through out the night was now drizzling. Diana had already had her warm bath and was cuddled up on the couch watching tom and Jerry when she got a security alert on her phone. She had given her security and house maintenance a few days off since she was around and didn't need much help. She looked at the cctv footage and saw a black SUV parked outside. A man formally dressed stepped out of the vehicle holding out an umbrella before opening the backseat door. Giovanni De Luca stepped out of the vehicle and opened the other umbrella. He walked to the door and pressed on the bell. She unlocked the gate digitally as Sultan barked heavily at the door. She watched through the footage as he left the man that drove the car behind and he walked into the compound. She stood up and walked to the main door as Sultan barks got louder following her.
"Sultan, hold," she said firmly as the barks escalated.
She unlocked the main door and stepped onto the covered porch, just as Gio entered the pathway—sheltered by the architectural overhang that extended from her sharply contoured roofline. The minimalist garden lit up softly with embedded LEDs in the stone path.
"I'm curious as to how you found my residence, Mr. De Luca," she said as he approached, her arms crossed beneath her maternity coat.
Gio offered a slight smile, rain glinting at the edges of his umbrella. "Good morning to you too, Dr. Pierce..."
"How did you find my residence?" She said calmly.
"I have my ways and from the look of things I think you forgot our little appointment." He said chuckling lightly.
"Have you seen the weather?" She said welcoming him inside and he walked in leaving the umbrella outside.
"Thank you." He said as the warmth of the house hit him. He looked around the luxuriously furnished house and was impressed immediately mesmerized.
The home was a flawless blend of ultra-modern opulence and warm, deliberate minimalism, much like the world of someone who demanded the best but had nothing to prove. Floor-to-ceiling windows bathed the room in silvery natural light, filtered through sheer linen drapes in cool ash tones. A sculptural floating staircase—all matte-black steel and navy-stained walnut—spiraled up the heart of the home, a structural centerpiece that echoed Adonis Creed's signature architectural lines, yet with a softness tailored to Diana.
A massive white-veined Nero Marquina marble fireplace anchored the living area, accented with navy suede armchairs, matte black built-ins, and statement pieces of abstract art that added emotional depth to the cool-toned palette. Overhead, halo pendant lights and hidden LED strips created cinematic lighting, transforming the home from serene retreat by day to architectural dream by night.
Even the silence felt curated. Each corner, each wall, each line of sight was intentionally placed—power in stillness, authority in beauty. This wasn't just a home. It was an empire with a heartbeat.
Then he saw Sultan—massive, alert, unblinking, watching him like a threat.
"You have a lovely dog." He said calmly as she whistled at it.
"He hates visitors. Can I get you something??" She said calmly as she showed him where to sit.
"Coffee is great thanks." He said calmly and she went and got him some.
"I must say you have a very beautiful house." He said calmly even though he spotted the dog watching him at a distance. She brought him the coffee and went upstairs to change.
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