The Temporary Wife: Luca and Valentina's Story(78)

I stare at her wide-eyed, but she merely smiles at me knowingly before turning away and walking toward Valentina. “We’ll invest,” she says, her arm wrapping around my wife. “Windsor Finance has been on our radar for a while now, and I’ve heard enough to be convinced.”

Valentina looks at me with such joy in her eyes that I can’t help but chuckle. Aw, fuck. I’m fucking done for. Elena Kennedy is right. I’m head over heels for my wife.





Chapter Forty-Eight





Valentina

I sit in bed with my laptop and scroll through the news articles covering the rapid demise of my father’s company. Luca’s actions seem to have prompted a deluge of investigations. He’s being ripped apart from all angles. Even the IRS got involved. It looks like my husband is leaving no stone unturned, and it’s oddly heartwarming. No one has ever stood up for me in that way. I’ve never truly had someone on my side, not until Luca.

“What is it that put that expression on your face?”

I gasp and click away my browser as Luca walks out of the bathroom in nothing but a pair of boxers. His gaze roams over my face curiously, and I shake my head. “Oh, it’s nothing.” I bite down on my lip as I randomly click open a document. “I was just looking at our next strategic acquisitions. We’re not far removed from making your father’s vision come true, you know? We’ve accomplished so much already.”

“Is that really what you were looking at?” he murmurs as he gets into bed next to me. “So you weren’t following the news about ReInsure?”

I narrow my eyes at him, and he chuckles. “It’s annoying how well you know me, Luca.”

“Is it?” he asks as he lies down on his side, his head propped up on his elbow. “I love being the person that knows you best, baby. I love figuring out what every single one of your expressions means.”

My heart skips a beat, and I can’t help but look away. Sometimes I wonder if he does it on purpose. It’s almost like he loves watching me get all flustered. “Is it fun, making me blush?”

“Yeah,” he whispers. “It’s my favorite hobby.”

I bite down on my lip and shake my head, my heart racing. I love being the person who knows him best, too. I never thought this was what marriage would be like. It’s nowhere near as bad as I was expecting. Time flies when we’re together, to the point that he makes me wish we hadn’t set an end date at all. He makes me wish this was all real.

“Which companies were you considering, my darling workaholic wife?”

I turn my laptop to let him read my document, and the smile melts off his face. “What’s wrong?” I ask, glancing back at the document. The companies I put on there were really well researched, and there shouldn’t be any issues with them.

“It’s nothing,” Luca says, his tone harsh all of a sudden.

My gaze roams over his face, searching. “Tell me the truth,” I murmur, my heart racing in a different way than before. Something about his expression makes me nervous in the worst way.

He looks up at me and locks his jaws. “That one,” he says, pointing to my screen. “Metric Payment Systems. It’s owned by my ex’s family.”

An unfamiliar feeling settles in my stomach, and I look away. I still remember when he told me that he’d recognized the scars of betrayal in me, and that he left the woman who caused his scars in the past. The idea of Luca loving someone fills me with inexplicable rage.

Metric is a subsidiary of the White family’s conglomerate. They’re as prestigious as the Windsors, and no doubt, they’d make for a force to be reckoned with if they were to join hands. I bite down on my lip as I scroll through the information I compiled.

“Does it matter?” I ask, my voice soft. “You told me you left her in the past, so why does it matter that her family owns a company we want to acquire?”

He looks into my eyes, and this time, it looks like he’s the one looking for something. “She’s Metric’s CEO. If we acquire them, we’ll have to work with her directly. Is that something you’re comfortable with?”

Metric’s CEO? Jessica White? I lower my gaze, jealousy threatening to overwhelm me. Of course, Luca never would have dated someone simple. Of course, it had to be someone who’s beautiful, highly accomplished, smart, and rich. I should have known his ex would be someone I could never compare to.

“Why wouldn’t I be comfortable with it?” I ask, my voice tinged with anger. “I thought we agreed to keep our personal and professional lives separate? Acquiring them is a key component of the expansion plans you have.”

“I see,” he murmurs. “So, it won’t bother you if she tries to make a pass at me? Whenever I see her at events, she makes it clear that she wants to rekindle what we had. It’ll be no different if we work together. Are you okay with that?”

I stare at him for a moment, trying to figure out what he isn’t telling me. He wouldn’t have brought this up if he didn’t care about her at all anymore, right? “We may have agreed to be faithful to each other, but we specifically agreed that love wouldn’t factor into our marriage. It’s none of my concern whether you still have feelings for her or not, so long as you don’t cheat on me.”