Chapter 4 — The Weight of Legacy

Luca

The sun had barely risen, casting long, golden streaks over the vineyard’s rippling rows of unkempt vines, when Luca Vittori strode onto the gravel path that led from the fields to the villa Chloe now called her own. The air was still cool, the sharp scent of dew and earth rising around him as his boots crunched on the uneven ground. He barely noticed the beauty of the morning, his thoughts too tangled, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached.