WHEN WORLD'S COLLIDE

my fist, my anger simmering as I gazed out the window of my sleek, oak wood-accented office. The King Empire's h

ive ideas and strategies mysteriously ending up in the

"I need you in my office, now." His concerned voice replied, "Is everyt

out who it is that's giving our information out to our rival company." Will's expression turned grave, and he nodded. "I'll be o

e demanding my presence at the family estate. "Luca, come home for dinner. There's someone you need to meet.

age. As I prepared to leave my office, I gathered my files and organized my desk, double-checkin

d a brief sexual affair. Though it ended, she continued to flirt with me, and

Luca," she cooed, her voice husky. I stiffened, my irritation evident. "It's Mr. King to you, R

eep your distance, and refrain from touching me again, understand?" I growled, my eyes blazing wit

voice low and deferential. I nodded in response, "Thank you, John." I slid into the luxurious leather seat of my Audi

owed and greeted me with a smile. I handed over the keys, and he whisked the car away. As I entered the mansion, the maid

ed a gentle glow, and her kind eyes sparkled with love. "Oh, Luca," she exclaimed, her voice trembling with emotion. "Why don't you come home anymore?" S

hining with pride. "I knew you were coming, so I made your favorite dish." I kissed her forehead, and she whispered, "Your padre is in his office, dear. He's been

on the door, and my father's hoarse voice beckoned me to enter. I hesitated, sensing a trap. Upon stepping inside, all eyes fi

urves seemed to defy gravity. I approached Gabriel, assuming he was her father, and shook his hand after a brief pause. He introduced himself and his daughter as A

unced, "I want you to meet Abigail, your fiancée." My mind reeled in shock, my eyes darting betw

mind reeling. "Father, you can't be serious! You can't just choos

e. If you want to remain CEO of King's Empire, you'll marry

on't even know her! How can I marry someone I've

mily, and I'm sure you'll make a fine couple." His ton

, "I have a girlfriend, Father." The

repeated, his voice dripping with skepticism. "Why

ng to tell you and Madre, but...this happened." I gestu

t this girlfriend of yours by the end of the week." His tone was firm, brooking no argument

wn the stairs to the ground floor. My mother, sensing my turmoil, approached m

dispiace," I muttered, my words tumbling out in a rush. I couldn't

lected the keys from John, the valet, and slid into the driver's seat of my car. As I sped awa

said, my voice low and urg

reassuring. "I'll send you a

d I do next? How would I escape the trap my father had set for me? I had