Page 46 of Wrestling With Love

She deserved the world.

And if Luca Ferrara had anything to say about it, he was going to give it to her.

When the car finally stopped, she blinked, staring out the window. Her breath hitched.

Not a house. Not an apartment.

A mansion.

A freaking estate.

The kind with towering gates, sprawling acres, and a view straight out of a dream.

She gaped, her brain short-circuiting.

"Luca… what is this?"

He smirked. That annoying, cocky, devastatingly smug smirk that always made her want to punch him. Or kiss him. Or both.

"I bought it," he said, his voice unusually soft. "Because when I saw it, I wanted to live in it—with you."

Her breath caught, but before she could say anything, he turned to her, his expression unreadable.

"I want to marry you, Diamond."

No ring. No elaborate proposal. Just those words.

A raw confession from a man who never said anything he didn’t mean.

Her throat tightened. She shook her head, overwhelmed. "Luca, I—I don’t deserve you."

"Bullshit." The word snapped out of him before he could stop it, his grip tightening on her arms.

But as soon as he said it, something inside him twisted. Because that was not the truth. Wasn’t she the one who deserved better?

His jaw clenched, frustration warring with something deeper, something raw. "You think you don’t deserve me?" He let out a rough laugh, but there was no humor in it. "Diamond, I have blood on my hands. I’ve made choices I can’t take back. I don’t get to be the kind of man who wins a woman like you. But God help me, I can’t let you go. I don’t want to let you go." His voice dropped, hoarse with something dangerously close to vulnerability. "So maybe you don’t think you deserve me. But I know I don’t deserve…”

She cut him off, her hands fisting in his shirt as she surged forward. "I love you."

Luca froze.

Her heart pounded, but she didn’t stop. "I love you, you arrogant, impossible, overprotective idiot. I love you so much it scares me."

His breath came out shaky, his hands tightening on her waist. "Good," he muttered. "Because I love you, too."

The words settled between them, sinking deep.

"Now," he murmured, his forehead resting against hers, "I’m going to ask you one more time." He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes. "Marry me?"

Tears slipped free as she nodded, choking out a soft, "Yes."

He crushed her against him, holding her like he would never let go. And then—finally—he pulled out the ring.

It was massive. A stunning, sparkling rock that made her eyes widen.

"You were carrying that this whole time?" she whispered.

He smirked. "I was scared to take it out before knowing you wanted this."

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