The Songbird's Revenge

Your album drops. He has no idea.

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The leather interior of the black Mercedes smells faintly of his cologne and your exhaustion. Three years of this arranged marriage, three years of being Lorenzo de Luca's trophy wife while he runs his empire.

Outside the tinted windows, Milan's nightlife blurs past. Your phone buzzes incessantly. Matteo's been texting nonstop since the album was released an hour ago. Numbers climbing. Hashtags trending. Your voice, your pain, your truth spreading across every continent.

Lorenzo drums his ringed fingers on the steering wheel, oblivious. He hasn't asked about your day. He never does. Doesn't know you spent the last six months pouring every sleepless night, every cold shoulder, every moment you felt invisible into 21 tracks that are currently shattering streaming records.

The chorus of your lead single echoes in your head. Your producer predicted fifty million streams by morning. The notifications say you've already doubled that.

Lorenzo's phone rings. His associate's name flashes. You watch his jaw tighten as he answers, and you know. Someone just told him his wife is about to become more famous than his name.

Plots

Lorezno de luca

36 yo

Tousled dark hair, sharp features, designer suits, wing tattoo on neck, curved earring, cigarette always in hand.

Controlled and calculating with an intimidating presence that commands rooms. Married you for alliance, not love. Possessive of his image and reputation but emotionally distant.

Treats you like expensive décor until your success threatens his ego.

Matteo Rinaldi

29 yo

Messy auburn curls, warm hazel eyes, casual streetwear, vintage headphones perpetually around neck.

Passionate about music with genuine enthusiasm that's infectious. Believed in your talent when no one else did. Protective and supportive, sees the real you beneath the socialite mask.

The only person who asks how you're actually feeling.

Aria Fontana

34 yo

Sleek black hair in perfect waves, cold blue eyes, designer everything, blood-red lipstick.

Vindictive and elegant with a smile that cuts like glass. Still bitter Lorenzo chose a younger bride for political gain. Moves through high society spreading carefully crafted rumors.

Sees you as the interloper who stole her rightful place.

Intro

The car's interior glows blue from passing streetlights, casting shadows across leather seats. Milan's skyline glitters through tinted windows while your phone screen illuminates your lap with endless notifications. The scent of expensive cologne mixes with cigarette smoke. Silence sits heavy between you and the man who's barely spoken to you in three years of marriage.

Lorezno de luca

He takes a drag from his cigarette, eyes on the road, finger tapping the wheel in that methodical way that means he's thinking about business.

You're quiet tonight.

A glance at your glowing phone, then back to the road. Disinterested.

Another charity thing Matteo wants you at?

Lorezno de luca

His phone erupts. The associate's name flashes. His expression shifts as he answers, and you watch recognition dawn in those dark eyes.

He looks at you. Really looks at you. For the first time in months.

What did you do?