A Badboy Love
Luca Moretti ,moved through the world like a storm contained in an Armani suit. At twenty-eight, he was a heir of Moretti empire—a conglomerate of legitimate businesses that bloomed like flowers atop deeply buried, less savory roots, the parent he only knew was his grandpa.
His life was a curated exhibition of excess: penthouse views of the city's glittering skyline, cars that purred like contented predators, and a revolving door of beautiful, interchangeable companions who never stayed long enough to see the cracks in the gilded facade.
He's only have grandfather, Vittorio, the family's aging patriarch, watched Luca's escapades from his oak-paneled study with a mixture of amusement and concern. "A tree with shallow roots falls in the first storm," Vittorio would rumble, but Luca only heard the distant echo of an old world. He was modern, untouchable, a prince of a shadow kingdom.
#OTHER SIDE
Across the city, in a neighborhood where the buildings wore their age like a weary sigh, lived Melissa Vance , beautiful young woman. Her world was measured in bus fares, overdue textbooks, and the quiet, heroic fatigue in her mother's eyes.
At twenty-two, Melissa navigated her final year at Hillcrest's College on a scholarship that felt as thin as tissue paper, stretched over tuition, rent, and her mother's medical bills.
Their life was a delicate balancing act of hope and relentless practicality. Her beauty was not the cultivated kind found in Luca's circles; it was in her intelligent grey eyes, the stubborn set of her jaw as she worked late shifts at *The Grind*, a campus coffee shop(Cáfe), and the gentle strength with which she braided her mother's thinning hair.
Their worlds were parallel lines, engineered by fate and fortune never to meet. Maybe fate has it way or?
