Too Late—Now I’m Married to Your Enemy Chapter 05

Too Late—Now I’m Married to Your Enemy Chapter 05

Luca’s POV:

I hadn’t slept properly for three straight days.

At first I thought this was just another ordinary fight.

Gina had thrown tantrums before, moving back to the Salvatore residence for a few days. She

always came back on her own after a couple of days, or texted me begging to get back together.

This time… I glanced at my phone.

No messages.

No missed calls.

Nothing at all.

I flipped my phone face down on the table, got up and took a cold shower in the bathroom.

The sound of running water couldn’t drown out the echo in my head-when she’d said “We’re

breaking up” that night, her tone was unnervingly calm.

Too calm to be a petty fit of anger.

When daylight broke, I headed to the family headquarters.

My subordinates ran through routine reports on all family operations as I signed off on paperwork, every part of the day unfolding like any other.

Until the meeting ended, Underboss Vinny stayed behind.

“Don Luca, there’s something unrelated to family business, but I think it’s necessary to report to

you.”

“Speak.”

Vinny hesitated for a moment before handing over his phone.

“Principessa Gina’s wedding invitation was delivered to our men yesterday. The groom is listed as…

Don Vittorio Rossi.”

I took the phone.

The screen displayed a photo of the invitation-gilded lettering, with the crests of the Salvatore

Family of Ironwood City and the Rossi Family of Crimson Harbor printed side by side.

The bride’s name: Ginanna Salvatore.

This wasn’t a tantrum.

This wasn’t an attempt to force me into marriage.

She was actually planning to marry someone else.

“When did this happen?”

My voice didn’t even sound like my own.

“End of the month. Same day as Principessa Sofia’s wedding, same church.”

I handed the phone back to Vinny, stood up and walked to the window, fighting to keep my

composure.

“Don Luca, there’s one more thing… Madre Rosa is flying to Silver Sands City at noon today. She said you promised to go with her.”

I remembered.

Rosa had mentioned last week that she wanted to visit Silver Sands City, and I’d agreed offhandedly.

But back then, Gina hadn’t planned to marry another man. I thought everything was under my

control.

“Change my reservation,” I said.

“When should I reschedule it to?”

I fell silent.

Should I go to Silver Sands City?

Gina’s wedding was at the end of the month, only ten days away.

Maybe she was just waiting for me to swallow my pride, waiting for me to show up in front of her

like I always did and say “Cut the crap, come home with me.”

Maybe if I went, this ridiculous arranged marriage would be called off.

But-

Thinking of the look in Gina’s eyes that night, I couldn’t help feeling afraid.

She had asked me, “Don’t you need to go find Madre?”

There was no anger in her tone, no grievance, not even a hint of sarcasm.

It was as if she was just stating a fact.

Like she had finally accepted something.

That quiet resolve in her terrified me.

After my brother died, I told myself it was my responsibility to take care of Rosa and Nico.

But when had that responsibility turned into a habit?

A habit that had pushed Gina away, over and over?

“Don Luca?”

“Cancel the trip for me. Rosa can go to Silver Sands City on her own.”

I pulled out my phone, ready to text Gina.

Our chat history was frozen on the message I sent that last night.

[A temporary separation is good for both of us. Let’s take this time to cool off. I’ll come pick you up

when I’m done with work.]

A red exclamation mark sat right next to the message.

I dialed that familiar number. It went straight to a dead tone.

She’d blocked me.