The morning started like any other, silver light pouring through the penthouse windows, too quiet, too still. Aria sat at the dining table in one of Luca's oversized sweaters, a bowl of oatmeal untouched in front of her. Her stomach twisted. Not from nerves. Not entirely.
She pressed a hand to her belly. It was subtle still, a small curve that only she seemed to notice. But it was there. Real. Growing.
Maria appeared in the doorway, carrying a tray of tea and honey. "You need to eat," she said gently, setting the tray beside the untouched food. "And rest. You've been pushing yourself too hard."
Aria glanced at her. "I just went for a walk yesterday."
Maria's brow lifted. "You disappeared for six hours. Luca nearly lost his mind."
Good, she wanted to say. Let him lose something for once.
Instead, Aria sighed and pushed the bowl away. "I'm fine."
Maria's gaze softened. She stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair from Aria's cheek like a mother might. "You're not just you anymore, Aria. Everything you feel, everything you do, it affects the baby now."
Aria flinched. "I know. Believe me, I know."
Maria hesitated. Then, as if breaking a silent rule, she sat across from her. "You've got more power than you think, dear. He listens to you even if he pretends not to.
Aria's laugh was dry. "He listens long enough to say no."
"Then keep asking."
She blinked. "What?"
Maria smiled. "He only says no when it scares him."
****
Later that afternoon, Aria stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring out at the snow-laced skyline. Her hands rested over the small curve of her stomach, her reflection ghostlike in the glass.
Luca walked in, jacket slung over his shoulder, his tie already loosened. He looked tired, eyes darker than usual, hair tousled like he'd run his hand through it too many times.
He paused when he saw her. Just long enough for something to flicker in his expression ..concern, maybe. Or something close.
"You're up early," he said.
"It's two in the afternoon."
"You haven't eaten."
She turned to face him. "I'm not hungry."
"Maria said you didn't sleep again."
"She tells you everything, doesn't she?"
He stepped closer. "When it comes to you? Yes."
Aria's jaw tightened. "Then let me save you a call. I want to see my parents."
Silence fell heavy between them.
She didn't flinch. "I'm not asking anymore, Luca. I'm telling you."
He stared at her, unreadable. "And what if I say no?"
"Then I'll leave."
His expression didn't change, but the air in the room shifted ..sharp, electric.
"You already tried that once."
"I'll keep trying," she said, voice trembling but strong. "You can trap me in this penthouse, but you can't keep me from wanting more."
He stepped forward, closing the distance. "You're carrying my heir, Aria."
"I'm carrying a baby," she snapped. "Not a title. Not your legacy."
He exhaled slowly, and for the first time in days, he didn't look angry he looked hurt.
"I thought after yesterday…"
"What?" she cut in. "That a kiss would make me forget what I gave up? That one night of your attention is enough to replace my life?"
His eyes darkened. "That kiss was real."
"It was a mistake."
He caught her wrist, not rough, but firm. "Don't do that. Don't pretend you didn't want it too."
She yanked free. "Wanting you doesn't mean I trust you. It doesn't mean I'll stay."
That night, she paced the bedroom like a storm waiting to break. Her chest felt tight, her body exhausted, but her mind refused to rest.
When Maria came in with chamomile tea, she gently took Aria's hand. "Please. Lie down. Just for a while."
Aria hesitated, then lowered herself onto the bed, curling slightly around her stomach. Maria sat on the edge and stroked her hair.
"You don't have to fight every moment," she whispered.
Aria closed her eyes, a tear slipping free. "I just want to see them. Just once."
Maria pressed her lips together. "I'll speak to him."
Aria's eyes flew open. "You would?"
Maria nodded. "He listens to me too, sometimes."
An hour later, Aria stood at the window again, arms folded tightly around herself. The lights of the city blurred through unshed tears. She didn't hear Luca come in but she felt him.
"You're freezing," he said softly.
"I'm fine."
He draped a heavy sweater around her shoulders, one of his. She didn't move. Didn't thank him.
"I've arranged something," he said finally. "For tomorrow."
She turned. "What do you mean?"
"You'll see your parents. Briefly. Supervised."
She blinked. "You're not serious."
His jaw clenched. "I'm not a monster, Aria. I just didn't know how to do this without losing you."
Something shifted in her chest. She didn't trust it. Not yet.
"You already lost me the moment you took away my choice."
He stepped closer, hands in his pockets, voice low. "Then let me try to earn it back."
****
The next morning arrived in a blur of nerves. Maria helped her dress, soft wool, muted colors, a coat warm enough to wrap around the bump now starting to show.
"You look radiant," Maria whispered.
Aria didn't feel it. Her hands trembled the whole elevator ride down.
A town car waited outside. Aria slid in without a word. Luca was already inside, dressed in charcoal grey, his jaw tight with tension.
No one spoke on the ride. Not until the car turned down a quiet residential street lined with trees and small houses buried in snow.
When they stopped, her breath caught. The house looked familiar.
Her parents' house.
Her pulse skyrocketed. "Wait, we're not going in?"
"No." Luca's voice was calm but firm. "They'll meet you outside. Ten minutes."
"You said"
"I said brief. This is as far as I'll go, Aria."
The door opened. Cold air rushed in. Her parents stood a few feet away on the front walk bundled in coats, older, more fragile than she remembered. Her mother's eyes filled with tears the second she saw her.
Aria stepped out of the car, heart in her throat. She didn't care about the cold. She didn't care that Luca stood watching from the curb, arms crossed.
She ran into her mother's arms.
Ten minutes passed like seconds. Her father hugged her like he was afraid she'd disappear again. Her mother cupped her face, whispered, "Are you okay, baby?" over and over.
Aria blinked back tears. "I'm safe," she whispered. "I'm okay. I just.. I needed to see you."
Her mother nodded. "We were so scared. Then… we were told you were fine. But we didn't know…"
"I made a choice," Aria said softly. "I'm not proud of it. But I did it for you. For us."
Her mother touched her belly. "And for them."
A lump rose in her throat. "Yes."
Her father took her hand. "If you need us, we're here. Always."
She nodded, tears streaming freely now.
A car door slammed. Luca.
Time was up.
She turned to them. "I'll find a way to see you again. I swear."
They nodded, already stepping back
Aria climbed into the car. The moment the door closed, the tears came harder. Luca didn't speak.
But he handed her a tissue.
That night, back in the penthouse, she sat curled on the couch while Luca poured a drink. Her eyes were red. Her voice hoarse.
"I'm not asking for much," she said quietly. "Just the chance to feel like I'm not some… kept thing."
He poured the scotch, paused.
"I know," he said"
She looked at him.
"I'm not good at this," he admitted. "But I see you, Aria. I just don't always know how to hold you without gripping too tight."
Silence stretched. And then she asked the question she hadn't dared before.
"If I had walked that day, if I'd chosen not to sign ..would you have let me go?"
His jaw tightened.
"No," he said honestly. "But I would've followed you. Until you said yes."
Just as she turned away, the elevator chimed.
Luca frowned. "I'm not expecting anyone."
They both stood.
The doors slid open.
And a tall man in a sleek navy coat stepped out.
Aria blinked. Her pulse stopped.
"Hello, Luca," the man said coolly. "Looks like we need to talk."
Luca's entire body tensed. "You're not supposed to be here."
Aria stepped forward. "Who is that?"
The man's eyes slid to her. "I'm the one he doesn't want you to meet."
Luca stepped between them instantly.
But it was too late.
Because some truths didn't need mystery. Some truths walked in on their own.