Chapter 2 - The Toddler’s First Order
Mia looked up at the towering billionaire with bright, fearless blue eyes, completely unbothered by the heavy tension suffocating the room.
“I’m the boss now,” Mia declared in an innocent, clear voice.
Elena gasped softly, reaching forward in terror. “Mia! Put Mr. Moretti’s pen down right now! Excuse her, sir, she slipped past me while I was cleaning the study—!”
Luca held up a single, large hand, silencing Elena without uttering a word.
Slowly, Luca stepped into the office and closed the heavy double doors behind him, shutting out the rest of the sprawling estate. He looked down at the tiny girl sitting in his executive seat with a grave, intent gaze, his expression unreadable.
“All right, Boss Mia,” Luca said in a low, calm tone, walking over to stand before his own desk. “What’s your first order?”
Elena stood by the bookcase, her pale hands clutching her apron, her breath shallow as she watched the most feared man in the city interact with her three-year-old daughter.
Tight shot on Mia’s face as her cheerful, mischievous expression began to fade into a quiet, heartbreaking childlike concern. Her little brow furrowed. She looked from Luca over to her mother, whose eyes were filled with unshed tears.
Mia gripped the gold fountain pen tighter in her small fist.
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“I want nobody to make Mommy cry anymore,” Mia whispered softly into the quiet room.
👉 Luca’s posture went completely motionless, his dark eyes locking onto the little girl with intense focus.
