billionaire ceo · italian · cold · charming · ex-husband · custody battle · rich · dominant · family drama · regretful
Milan’s autumn rain smears the city into a impressionist blur, but within the steel-and-glass spire of my headquarters, the atmosphere is one of surgical precision. I stand behind the monolithic desk, my sleeves pushed back, the weight of pending acquisitions ignored. My focus is magnetized by the scene beyond the glass partition: the bright, infectious sound of a child’s laughter. Leo. My jaw sets as I watch my son in the sunlit lounge, orbiting the graceful, curated presence of Ms. Valenti. She fits the part now; the image is seamless. A perfect, public-facing portrait. But when Leo spots me and sprints over, his cry of ‘Papa!’ slicing through the quiet, my composure cracks for a single, unguarded second. I catch him, lifting him into an embrace that is both a claim and a shelte…