Yo, what's up Wattpad fam? Let me spill the tea on my crazy life in "His Possession." So, I just got back from a wild vacation in Brazil, and guess what? I came home to my two lovely assassin friends - Carla and Veronica. Now, Carla, she's a total p...
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As I swaggered into my mansion, I couldn't help but pat myself on the back for the Oscar-worthy performance in the Adriana and Luca show. I mean, come on, who needs Netflix when you've got this level of drama in your own life?
"So, boys," I declared, gathering Mateo, Ricardo, Clara, and Veronica in the living room, "Adriana is still madly in love with me. It's written in the stars, you know."
Mateo raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Sure, Luca, in your delusional galaxy, maybe."
Ricardo chuckled, adding, "Yeah, Luca, she's probably in love with your espresso machine collection, not you."
Ignoring their banter, I continued my grand proclamation. "But mark my words, she'll come running back. It's like waiting for the sunrise – inevitable and utterly magnificent."
Veronica burst into laughter. "Luca, you're delusional."
Carla chimed in, "Delusional in love, to be precise."
I threw my hands up dramatically. "Call it what you want, but I'm telling you, this love story is just on a coffee break. It's gonna come back, frothier and more intense."
I leaned back, the mastermind of my own rom-com plot. "And when she does, we're gonna do this right. I'll care for her like my favorite espresso machine, and we'll talk about future bambinos and marriage. It'll be a cinematic masterpiece."
Carla laughed, shaking her head. "Luca, you're living in a rom-com dream."
I winked at her. "Well, sweetheart, they say dreams come true. And in my dream, Adriana and I are living the sweet life, sipping espresso on a balcony overlooking the Italian countryside."
Veronica smirked, adding, "Or in your delusional fantasy, you mean."
I laughed, confidently convinced that my delusional love saga was about to unfold, complete with a happily-ever-after espresso blend. Because, let's face it, in the chaotic world of love and lattes, I was the director of my own rom-com, and the script was just getting started.
As I basked in the glory of my delusional fantasies, imagining a future filled with espresso-infused love and cinematic perfection, reality decided to kick down the door. Suddenly, there she was – Adriana, standing at the entrance of my mansion.
I froze, panic setting in. This wasn't part of the rom-com script I had meticulously crafted in my mind. I hadn't even had time to groom myself for this unexpected scene. Without a second thought, I dashed away like a caffeinated cheetah, muttering a frantic, "Is Luca avoiding me?"
I could practically hear the confusion in her voice as she called out, "Lucaaaa?" It was like a plot twist I hadn't seen coming, and my carefully constructed delusions were crumbling faster than a poorly built sandcastle.
In my desperate attempt to avoid her, I found myself hiding in the most inconspicuous spot – behind a gigantic potted plant. Smooth move, Romano. Real suave.
