Rosa waited for his answer too, but Luciano didn’t bother replying.
He only turned his head and gave Laura one sharp, cutting glare.
That was enough.
Laura’s breath caught.
She swallowed hard, instantly recognizing that look—his patience was gone.
She had begged him for days to accompany her shopping, emotionally blackmailing him until he finally agreed.
And now his mood was ruined.
If she kept pushing, he wouldn’t set foot in a store with her ever again.
Fine.
She could deal with Rosa another time.
The security team checked the entire store and every display.
Nothing else was missing.
So in the end, payment was made only for the one piece Laura had planted.
The manager personally handed the card and the packaged jewelry box to Luciano, apologizing profusely for the inconvenience.
Luciano took the card back.
But when the manager tried to hand him the jewelry bag, his expression hardened.
“That’s hers,” he said, his voice cold as steel as he looked at his ex-wife.
The manager blinked in surprise, nodding quickly before rushing over to Rosa to hand her the bag.
In fact, the entire store was staring at her in total shock.
After all, this was Luciano Mancini.
The Luciano Mancini had just stood up for her and dropped a million euros without a second thought.
Curiosity and envy burned in everyone’s minds.
Who was this woman?
She looked so ordinary—so why was a man like Luciano Mancini favoring her over his own fiancée?
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He turned and stormed out of the store, his steps clipped and furious, not sparing a single glance at anyone as he disappeared.
Laura’s face twisted in rage.
Luciano had just ruined her vicious scheme.
Rosa didn’t even touch the bag.
With her head held high, she refused.
“I don’t want it.”
She didn’t know why she had let him pay in the first place.
Perhaps because it had been his fiancée’s sick scheme—to trap her in false blame and humiliate her.
And perhaps because, deep down, she wanted the satisfaction of seeing that defeated look on Laura’s face when Luciano paid.
It gave her a strange sense of peace.
Still, she knew her job was over the moment Laura had made that accusation.
There was no point in staying.
The manager wouldn’t keep her—not after this ugly drama.
With a heavy heart, she walked toward the staff room to change out of her uniform.
Her job was over before it had even begun.
The moment Rosa refused the jewelry, Laura swooped in and snatched the box from the manager’s hand.
“My fiancé paid for it,” she said sharply and immediately hurried after Luciano—who was already halfway out of the mall, walking without the slightest concern for whether she followed.
His bodyguards trailed behind him, flanking him on both sides, a tight wall of black suits moving to keep up with their boss.
“Luciano, stop!
Wait for me!” Laura shouted, half-running in her heels.
But Luciano didn’t slow down—not even a fraction.
He walked straight ahead as if he couldn’t hear her at all.
When she finally caught up, breathless and irritated, she snapped, “How could you do that to me?
And you humiliated me in front of that—” she spat the word out like poison—”whore.”
Luciano’s steps halted.
He turned sharply, the look in his eyes enough to freeze her in place.
“I came with you because you begged,” he said, his tone cutting.
“Don’t ever drag me into something this stupid again.”
”We’re getting married next month.
How can you talk to me like that?” she whined, pretending to tear up as she moved closer to him.
“We’re not married yet,” he replied coldly.
“And I can still change my mind if you keep pushing me.”
The threat hit her like ice water.
Laura’s eyes widened.
She knew very well—Luciano Mancini was a man who never wanted marriage.
A man born with a wild, untamed spirit.
He had made it clear from the start that marriage was never part of his plan.
Even while they were together, Laura hadn’t minded—she enjoyed the lifestyle, the money, and the attention.
She hadn’t wanted marriage either, preferring to focus on her modeling career.
In her mind, perhaps in ten or fifteen years, when they were older, they might marry—and by then, Luciano might agree.
Then, unexpectedly, his grandfather forced Luciano into a marriage with Rosa.
Laura had thought she had made a mistake by not tying him to her before—but Rosa was gone, and now, he was hers again.
Though he had been distant since the divorce, she knew how to melt his heart, to remind him of their “love.”
But five years after Luciano’s divorce, his business partners had demanded that he marry.
His reputation had been tied up in endless scandals—true or false, no one could tell—and they wanted stability.
So, a date was set.
The wedding was next month.
Laura’s career had achieved little, but now she saw an opportunity.
Becoming Mrs.
Luciano Mancini, holding his name and title, would give her everything she had wanted—and she was determined not to lose it.