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Dante strode toward the executive wing—but this time, it wasn’t his own office he was heading for. It was Luca Stanson’s.
He paused briefly outside, his eyes flicking to the nameplate on the door, jaw tightening. Then, without knocking, he pushed it open.
Luca looked up from his laptop, clearly annoyed at the intrusion. The irritation flickered across his face like a reflex, as if he were ready to snap. But when he saw who it was, the irritation didn’t explode—it froze. His expression shifted into a calm, cold disinterest as he glanced back down at his screen.
“She’s not here,” he said flatly. “If you’re looking for Anya.”
“I came to talk to you,” Dante replied coolly.
That made Luca look up again. This time, he slowly stood from his seat.
Dante walked in fully, his suit still crisp from the office. He approached Luca with a casual air of arrogance.
“I’ve already spoken to Anya,” he said. A slight tilt of his head betrayed the smirk beneath. “There are no more issues between us. We’ve made up.”
Luca folded his arms across his chest, hip leaning against his table, and stared at him with a dry, unimpressed look. “Wow. Amazing. You’re very great. Good job.”
Dante’s lip twitched, irritation crawling under his skin. He stepped closer.
“Since youknowI’m so great,” he said, voice sharpening, “you should stop chasing a woman who’s already mine. We’re getting married. Soon. And it doesn’t look good when you’re still hitting on someone who’s taken—it reeks of desperation.”
‘This guy.’Luca almost laughed. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop the snicker. ‘Even after I handed Anya over myself, he still comes here to brag and throw warnings around?’
But his face stayed blank, indifferent. “Since you’renot married yet, what you say doesn’t count. I still have a chance. Mr. Carter had already agreed to marry her to me.”
Dante’s eyes blazed.
He took another step forward, face-to-face with Luca now, his presence imposing, threatening. But Luca didn’t flinch. He remained right where he was, speaking with the same unshaken arrogance.
“It’s just that Anya chose you to marry,” Luca said, lips curling slightly. “That’s the only reason Mr. Carter accepted you. So you don’t have to show off in front of me. When she gets bored ofyour temper and tantrums, she’ll come back to me. And then, I’ll make sure she stays mine.”
Dante’s entire body went still. His expression darkened—dangerous.
Luca had seen many powerful men snap. But Dante? He looked like he was two seconds away from snapping Luca in half and leaving his bones in some abandoned country, with no return ticket and no name to trace.
But Luca only let out a low laugh and shook his head. “Look at your behavior. Your attitude. I seriously don’t know what Anya sees in you.”
Dante’s face softened just a little at the mention of her, but he raised his chin and said, “Anya’s got a kind heart. That’s why. She’s good—better than both of us. But you?” His eyes narrowed. “I don’t like you. Still, you're good at your job. So after I marry her, don’t worry. We’ll let you keep your job.”
Luca gave him a long, unamused stare. “Wow. Thank you, my lord. How generous of you.”
And with that, he sat back down, returning to his laptop as if Dante didn’t exist.
Dante followed him, hands in his pockets, walking over with casual arrogance before leaning his back against Luca’s desk.
He glanced down at the laptop as Luca’s fingers worked the keyboard and muttered with a frown,
“…Why aren’t you married yet?” he asked suddenly. “Don’t you have anything better to do than chase after someone else’s woman?”
Luca glanced up, raising an eyebrow. Then slowly, he turned his chair to face him.
“You already have a girlfriend. Why are you not married yet?”
Dante immediately stiffened. “I am going to marry her!” he barked. “I’ve just been… a little busy lately and didn’t get the chance.”
"So you think I'm not busy?" Luca asked dryly.
Dante straightened, a muscle ticking in his jaw as he let out a sharp huff. "Forget it. I’m going to get a diamond ring for Anya right now." His voice was edged with frustration. Without waiting for a reply, he turned on his heel and stormed out.