Cristiano's POV

I still couldn't wrap my mind around the fact she dared to kiss someone and spread the video to the whole world. This...never happened. We do hire people to sleep with but they are insignificant pieces of shit. We don't value them. They aren't worth anything. And, though Camilla had dated in the past this never happened. She never makes it official. She never kisses someone important with a fucking camera!

I know I kissed someone in front of people too. But it was only in front of the elites. And, nobody knows who she is. She was so dispensable. And, it didn't publish in the media.

I impatiently tapped my finger on the table while Benjie briefed me on how Ava gave her all to make sure my wedding pictures doesn't get online. It was part easy because dad didn't have the media as a part of our ceremony. On the pretext of making it only the people who matters. But now I could see. He did it in case he couldn't get me to agree on marrying someone. And, the fact that this girl was the same assistant Camilla fired and dad hired only blistered my skin. How could he do this?

But isn't it good? It will sting Camilla even more.

"...this is all for now, Mr Lucca?" Benjie finished and I fisted my hand.

What did you do, Camilla? It seems everything is changed now. Nothing is like before. How could you do this? I lose my hand and gulped slowly. I had to think with my brain. I would not allow anything to touch me. I was invisible. I hurt people. I feed off people's cries of plea to me. It can never be the other way around. I had to heal.

"How much time it will take to land?" I asked Benjie and he told me. "It will take twelve hours precisely, Mr Lucca." I exhaled nodding my head. "I want all the things prepared. The same way we decided with Camilla for my honeymoon."

"Noted," He didn't even flinch. He was so used to acting on my whims. He would kill someone if I will ask him to.

"And, I want you to hire the best photographer. You know the rest." I told him and found him nodding, "Of course,"

"Leave me alone...I..." I looked at Emma whose attention I didn't lose for a moment after I uttered the word honeymoon. I was to use her for my revenge on Camilla and for things to follow she was to lose up.

She didn't even notice I got my focus on her. She wouldn't even blink. Emma looked like she was looking at her favourite star. Of course, I was used to it. I was the dream of every girl I passed. I was a known jackpot. Any girl no matter what age would fantasy me and this penny less was wearing the crown of Mrs Lucca.

I stared at her. She was quite light-skinned. In fact, this brunette hairstyle didn't suit her. She could easily go for the blonde one and no one would ever guess it wasn't her natural hair.

"Emma?..."

"Yes, Mr Lucca..." It was amazing how she got into this professional demeanour. Of course, my HR hired Emma for Camilla for something. With this, an interesting insight followed. She could be anything I wanted. If she could work for Camilla. She could certainly work for me too.

"You can't even start to imagine how insignificant you are. Get those spectacles off." And, she didn't nodded or anything but got her glasses off. She only stared at me afterwards. She wasn't even annoyed. She looked into my eyes as if she was looking for someone. One could say she didn't find it difficult with the glasses.

I was either intrigued or bored because the next I found myself asking. "So, you already know you are insignificant?"

"Do you want me to answer it as your employee or Emma Princeton?" And, I stared at her mouth. I hated smart mouth. They don't work for us, Lucca's.

"Why not my wife?" I retorted.

"I am not your wife. This much...I know now."

"You are smart. Tell me as...Emma Princeton then."

"The only reason I am not talking back to you is your father. He is going to hire me. And, I can't lose this opportunity." A very smart answer. But little did she know. She was talking to me. And, her eyes coupled with her red cheeks were enough to tell me she was into me. Even a blind could see that. I so was going to fuck her brain. She was used to the executives, right? This is exactly what she wasn't going to find here. I was so going to rail her for her smart mouth. Until this smart mouth and brain of hers knows nothing but only yells my name.

She was sitting right beside me and I leaned toward her slowly. "Good...SO, YOU DON'T LOVE ME!" I was so loud and she gasped visibly. As if she wasn't expecting this question.

"Come...I am waiting. Tell me,..." I leaned into my seat again and looked at her expression closely. But she remained silent. "...you know what? I am sitting here with you. I might never do that ever in the future. I am not sure...but here...be open with your feelings. Have you never ever felt a thing for me?"

"Why...From where you are coming. I only helped you...or your father. How it's even related?"

"For me...it is..." I raised a glass of wine to her and whispered.

"What...what does it mean?" She asked,

"I am not talking about my employee...Emma...I am talking about Miss Emma Princeton. Someone who is not known for anything. Who is just another girl? I am asking that girl...do you love me? Or I have other ways to find out..."

"I...I...don't harbour any feelings for you...Mr. Lucca."

"That...that I can see on your red cheeks, and ears. Is this why you were with Camilla? So, you could stalk me all the time. This was the reason. Isn't it?"

"I..." I dropped the glass on the carpet and held her arm to pull her to me.

"This is why you joined my company. To look at me. You are my stalker. Aren't you?"

"I am no stalker of yours..."

"Then, show me your cell phone, right away." I gritted right at her face.

"Why..."

"Come on...then, admit." She tried to get her arm back but when I didn't she whispered.

"I was never your stalker. I didn't even see you for weeks I was working in your company. You use your chopper. I walk on the streets. And, HR hired me for Miss Camilla. I make no effort for the position. And, even then I wasn't able to see you. Even here in Italy, I was with Diego all the time. I made no efforts...and, then all of a sudden Matteo asked me to marry you. And, I couldn't see you losing your face. I jumped to help you out because I didn't want someone else to worry you. I will leave you without a single penny so you don't have to worry about a thing..."

"AND, WHY THE FUCK YOU WOULD DO THAT WHEN YOU CAN HAVE MONEY!"

"Because I love you! I...I...no, I care about you." She stuttered the last words and I smiled before sitting back in my seat.

"It's fine. I am used to it. And, the feelings that you harbour for me. It's all-natural. I mean it is not your fault if you were born smelly and poor."

"Excuse me..." She gasped and I laughed and called for assistance. "Get us some breakfast. We are famished." I don't know if she loved me for my looks or money. In each case, if her feelings were even partially true. I could benefit a lot.

She got her forearm against her chest and I couldn't help my smile. She wasn't looking at me anymore and I stretched my leg to get my foot on hers. "Come on...I mean loving your husband isn't out of style." She inhaled before looking dead straight into my eyes. "What do you want?"

"Ask me what I don't. I don't want a wife. Especially if it is not Camilla?"

"Then..." She gulped hard before stating. "...then, we can get a divorce. It's not hard, right?"

"No, not like this...If I divorce you. You will be legally free. And, that can damage my reputation. You are to stay for some time. But I like that you don't want a single dime. I mean this makes you palatable all of a sudden..." She got her eyes narrowed and I smirked. "...come on, get used to it. My choice of words I mean...but I do mean what I say." I loved how her thin mouth trembled.

"I...I can stay if you want me to...even after the divorce. I am sure we need to end this legally though..." I leaned closer to her face and whispered. "Do you really so want to get rid of this relationship? Or it is a hard front of you." I loved how her beautiful thin neck moved to gulp down. "...was it me?" I got my finger to the bruise on her collar bone and she was quick to pull her shirt to hide her skin. "...don't...touch me."

"Excuse me?" I raised my eyes. "...you took advantage of my intoxicated state and now I can't do a thing. You do realize you are thousands of meters above the ground, in my plane, and these people around me...they won't even flinch if I kill you..." I leaned to her ear and smell the shampoo. She even used my shampoo when I was unconscious. "...I can do a lot more than touching. And, now I want to show this to you."

"Mr Lucca..." She whispered. Her voice was hardly audible.

"Submit to me...or I will take you. As for me..." I got my hand on her other shoulder and rubbed my thumb over her arm before removing that fabric to press that bruise. "...I enjoy both options equally."

You might hate the next chapter. Or not. But it's horrible dark humour. Or just dark...

Also, not a single comment was able to identify the real...the real villain. Not a single comment. So ta-da...you guys will eventually know so, don't stress out.

Just for a note! Grace and Julie are the same person. I hate using Grace toooo...but soon it will change. So, I will gladly not write to her as Grace. I mean it is all in Emma's POV but we will do something about it.