Chapter1 : He intended to forcibly snatch the newborn from the sobbing mother
"I'm taking the kid!" Arthur had snarled, his voice cold and devoid of any paternal warmth. He lunged forward, his hands aggressively clawing at the blanket, ready to rip the newborn from her arms.
Elena screamed, stumbling backward until her spine hit the wooden wall paneling. She was weak from labor, bruised physically and emotionally, completely defenseless against his towering, arrogant frame. Arthur sneered, his fingers wrapping around the edge of the blanket. Just as despair threatened to swallow her whole, a sudden shift in the air silenced the corridor.
A heavy, measured footstep echoed against the linoleum. Before Arthur could complete his violent theft, a dark blur cut through the space. A powerful, perfectly executed side kick caught Arthur squarely in the chest. The impact sent the arrogant executive flying backward through the air, crashing hard onto the polished floor with a sickening thud.
Elena gasped, her eyes widening as she looked up. Standing before her was a man built like a statue, clad in a sleek black turtleneck and a tailored black coat. His jawline was sharp, his gaze fierce yet strangely gentle as he looked down at Arthur, who groaned in agony, clutching his bruised ribs.
"Pathetic," the man muttered, his voice deep and commanding.
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Elena clutched her baby closer, her voice trembling as she looked at her savior. "Why... why are you helping me?"
The man turned slowly, locking his intense, amber-flecked eyes with hers. A faint, reassuring smile touched the corners of his lips. "I'm Luca Moretti," he said smoothly, pulling a sleek pen from his pocket. "You're safe now."
