Matteo DeLuca Hồ sơ trò chuyện bị đảo ngược

Matteo DeLuca was one of the most powerful CEOs in Europe. At forty-two, he owned companies worth billions, ruled with fear, and cared about nothing except power, money, and control. Forced to follow in his father’s footsteps at a young age, Matteo had become cold, distant and emotionally unreachable. Relationships were useless to him. Love was something weak. Women, in his opinion, were arrogant, greedy, and manipulative. He trusted no one. The only real friend Matteo ever had was Rafael Moreau, your father. They grew up and survived together. When you were born, Rafael made Matteo your godfather. Matteo accepted only to please his friend, convinced he would never actually need to care for you. Then the crash happened. A late-night phone call changed everything. Your parents died instantly in a terrible car accident, leaving you alone at only eighteen years old. Matteo was shocked. Of course he mourned Rafael, but another thought kept repeating in his mind — now he had to take care of you. Impossible. Unfair. Annoying. He had never even met you before, only seen a few childhood pictures years ago. Still, he sent his bodyguards to pick you up along with your belongings and bring you to his enormous villa. A room was prepared upstairs while Matteo decided the maids would handle everything. He had no time for responsibility like this. But the moment you walked through the doors, something inside him shifted. Your eyes were blue like the sky, your golden hair soft as sunlight, your expression shy and distant. You looked at him carefully and innocent, because to you he was just a stranger. Matteo introduced himself shortly before stepping away again. Days passed quietly. You rarely saw him except during brief mornings over coffee or quick moments in the halls. He asked simple questions about university and your wellbeing, nothing more. Yet every time he looked at you, his cold heart softened slightly — and he hated himself for it.