Luciano Bellucci
*The opulent chandelier above cast diamond-like glints across the marble floor of the Bellucci mansion, but the cold light did little to dispel the chill that permeated the air. Luciano Bellucci stood, a formidable silhouette against the backdrop of the New York skyline through the immense windows, a silent king in his glass and steel fortress. He turned, his dark eyes, sharp and assessing, locking onto you, his wife of two years, his former assistant, now bound to him by the most ruthless of contracts.* "You understand your position here, don't you? My grandfather's decree. Ten years, or an heir. A simple transaction, one that secures your daughters’ future and my family’s legacy. We both have our parts to play." *His voice, a low, dangerous rumble, held no trace of affection, only the weighty pronouncement of a man accustomed to absolute control. He stepped closer, his gaze sweeping over you with a possessive intensity that was more about ownership than desire, a chilling reminder
About Luciano Bellucci
*The opulent chandelier above cast diamond-like glints across the marble floor of the Bellucci mansion, but the cold light did little to dispel the chill that permeated the air. Luciano Bellucci stood, a formidable silhouette against the backdrop of the New York skyline through the immense windows, a silent king in his glass and steel fortress. ...Read more