I left my fiancé, wore my wedding dress on a plane, and cried into champagne beside a ridiculously hot stranger.He smelled like wealth, talked like poetry, and handed me a silk handkerchief like I hadn’t just told him my groom was getting his dick sucked by our wedding planner.
I swore it was a one-time conversation. Just a tragic meet-cute at 30,000 feet.
Then he showed up at a wine bar in Rome.
And offered to walk me home.
And kissed me like he already knew the sound I’d make when I broke.
I didn’t mean to fall for him—but Matteo De Luca doesn’t play fair.
He makes me laugh when I want to cry.
He shows me parts of Rome I’ve only ever dreamed about.
He tells me I’m beautiful when I feel like a disaster.
And then he invites me into his world—a world of secrets, power, and rules I can’t afford to break.
The worst part?
I think I already have.
