Chapter 6 - The Confession

Luca arrived home forty minutes later, moving like a hurricane. He completely bypassed Marco and the police officers in the driveway, sprinting straight into the main house.
He found me in Sofia’s room. She was asleep, exhausted from the scare, holding tightly to my hand.
When Luca saw us, the tension in his broad shoulders finally cracked. He fell to his knees beside the bed, wrapping his arms around both of us, burying his face in my neck. He was shaking.
"I'm so sorry," he choked out, his voice thick with raw emotion. "I should have been here. I should have protected you."
"Luca, I'm okay," I whispered, running my fingers through his dark hair to soothe him. "Sofia is safe. We're safe."
He pulled back, cupping my face in both of his large hands. His eyes were red-rimmed and frantic. "They breached the gates. He came near you. When Marco called me, my heart stopped beating, Emma. I have never been so terrified in my entire life."
I looked at this powerful billionaire, a man who intimidated world leaders, unraveling completely because of me.
"I protected her," I said softly. "I will always protect her."
"And who protects you?" he demanded fiercely. He leaned his forehead against mine. "I am done pretending. I am done playing games with the board. I am done treating you like you are just an employee."
He stood up, pulling me gently to my feet and leading me out into the hallway, leaving Sofia to sleep under the watchful eye of a female guard at the door.
Once we were in the privacy of his bedroom, he pushed me softly against the heavy oak door. "I am in love with you, Emma."
The words hit me like a physical force. "Luca..."
"I have loved you since the day I heard you singing off-key to my daughter in the garden," he confessed, kissing the corner of my mouth, my jaw, my neck. "I love your fire. I love your kindness. I love that you fought off a grown man with a lamp today to protect my child."
Tears spilled down my cheeks. "I'm just a normal girl, Luca. I don't know how to navigate this world of galas and corporate wars."
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"You don't have to," he promised, kissing away my tears. "You just have to navigate me. Let me love you."
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down for a deep, desperate kiss. "I love you too."