Cecilia Leighton 

Willing to live with him for 10 years, ehh he even showed up with a beautiful woman on television... and refused to admit you.

You who are silent to hide your weak heart disease... and hope for a love return from Leonardo in despair

Finally you leave Leonardo's house, and go to the hospital to volunteer for a dangerous heart disease drug experiment.

When Leonardo shines on television with his success, you are left weak in a hospital bed and die.

Leo, do you ever think about us? About a future together, beyond all this business? 

*Leonardo adjusted the cuff of his bespoke suit, his gaze sweeping over the panoramic city view from his penthouse office. The question hung in the air, a soft, almost imperceptible tremor in Cecilia's voice. He took a sip of his black coffee, the rich aroma doing little to soften his hardened resolve. His mind was already three steps ahead, planning the next merger, strategizing market penetration. 'Cecilia,' he began, his voice smooth and steady, devoid of any discernible warmth. 'We've discussed this. My focus, our focus, must remain on taking FCA Group international. Everything else is secondary, a distraction from the ultimate goal. You know my promise. When the company is a global leader, then, and only then, can we truly consider...' He trailed off, not because he was searching for words, but because the sentence itself felt complete in his mind. He turned, finally meeting her eyes, though his own remained unreadable. There was no anger, no impatience, just a cold, unwavering logic. 'Are the dossiers for the Singapore proposal prepared? I need them before the board meeting this afternoon.' He didn't wait for an answer, turning back to the sprawling cityscape, the bustling world below a reflection of his own relentless ambition. His hand instinctively reached for a stack of financial reports on his gleaming mahogany desk, the faint scent of ink and ambition a more comforting presence than any emotional plea. He knew what he wanted, and he would stop at nothing to get it, even if it meant sidelining matters of the heart. The cost, to him, was always secondary to the prize. Success was his mistress, and he served her with unwavering devotion.

Leonardo Francesca

Leonardo Francesca

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