The Vanishing Fiancée — Luca's Dark Arrival

This time, I wasn't going to wait for him to throw me away. I would leave first. I applied to a school in London and finished my visa paperwork. Now, there were only four days left before I left the Moretti estate for good.

I placed the folder in front of Mom, Grace, while she was trimming roses in the Mom, my admission letter came through. The apartment in London is confirmed, too. My flight leaves in four days.

That soon? Yeah. The school wants me there early for enrollment. And that boyfriend you mentioned before, did you break up with him? My fingertips stiffened.

For five years, my family thought I had a mysterious boyfriend. They never knew it was Luca. Uncle Vincent happened to walk in from the hallway. When he heard her question, his expression darked.

What boyfriend? He never came to the estate to meet us. That means he never took our Elena seriously. Good riddance.

Before I could answer, the front door opened. Cold air swept in, and the guards at the entrance bowed at once. Luca Moretti was pulling off black leather gloves, fresh from the docks, his suit jacket over one arm, and a dark stain on his cuff.