LUCA'S POV

I step into the house, greeted by a cacophony of questions from my siblings. Their voices swirl around me, demanding answers. I raise a hand, commanding their attention, and the room falls silent. Their eyes lock onto mine, waiting for an explanation.

"Harvey's at my place," I announce firmly. "No, you will not disturb her. She deserves this time alone after everything she's been through, and I won't let any of you take that away from her."

There's a collective pause as my words sink in. Even Olivia, usually brimming with defiance, remains silent under the weight of my authority. Satisfied with the impact of my statement, I make my way up to my room, the questions of my siblings fading into the background.

Inside my sanctuary, I take a moment to wash up and gather my thoughts. Hours slip by as I sit at my desk, lost in contemplation. The weight of responsibility rests heavily on my shoulders, a burden I've become all too accustomed to.

A knock at the door interrupts my musings, and I see my mother standing there, holding a plate of food. I invite her in, grateful for her presence. She places the plate on my desk, her eyes filled with concern and love. She voices her worries about my incessant work and urges me to find a suitable partner.

I let out a sigh, knowing this conversation all too well. My gaze meets hers, a mixture of frustration and empathy in my eyes. "Mother, you don't understand," I say, my tone tinged with weariness. "I work because I have to. Dad's actions may blind you, but we can't rely on his misguided efforts forever. We need to be more aware of what's happening around us."

Her smile falters, and a hint of sadness creeps into her eyes. She takes a step closer, her hand reaching out to touch my cheek gently. "Luca, my dear, I only want what's best for you and your siblings. Perhaps it's time for us to face the reality of our situation."

Just as our conversation starts to settle, my phone rings, shattering the fragile peace. I answer quickly, my heart skipping a beat at the urgency in the voice on the other end. "Mother, it's Harvey," I utter, my voice trembling. "She's hurt."

My mother's gasp fills the room, her eyes widening in alarm. We share a brief, charged moment of understanding, the weight of our worry and love for Harvey pressing upon us. Without wasting another second, I rush out of the room, my mother close behind me, our steps echoing with the urgency to reach our beloved sister and daughter.

As I rush with our father to the car, my mind spins with worry and fear. The engine roars to life, propelling us towards my house, where a sense of impending doom hangs in the air. We arrive, and my heart skips a beat as I see the commotion outside. Pushing past the guards, I reach Harvey's crumpled form on the floor. She's pale, her face twisted in pain, and my gut clenches with anguish.

I scoop her up into my arms, her body alarmingly light and fragile. Panic courses through me as I carry her to the car. The drive to the hospital is a blur of anxiety and desperate prayers. I hold onto her tightly, the weight of her life in my hands.

Hours pass like an eternity, spent in the sterile confines of the surgery room. The medical team works tirelessly, their expertise a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness that looms over us. Beside me, Killan, Liam, and Ethan stand, their eyes reflecting the same mixture of fear and determination.

We find ourselves in the hospital waiting room, the air heavy with sorrow and regret. Tears stream down our faces, mingling with the shared grief that weighs upon our souls. The weight of guilt bears down on us, as we grapple with our individual roles in the events that led us here.

Olivia sits alone in a corner, her guilt palpable. I can see the torment etched on her face, the realization of her hurtful words sinking in. She is a fragile figure amidst the turmoil, and I can't help but feel a pang of empathy mixed with frustration.

Emotions surge within me, and I turn to Dad, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and anguish. "How did we let it come to this, Dad? What have we done?" His eyes well up with tears, mirroring the pain that rips through my own heart. "I don't know, Luca. But we have to be there for her now. We have to make it right."

Liam and Ethan share a silent exchange, their expressions mirroring my own grief and determination. Liam's voice is heavy with remorse as he speaks. "We can't change the past, Luca, but we can be there for Harvey now. We have to mend what we've broken." Ethan nods in agreement, his voice filled with a quiet resolve. "She needs us more than ever. We have to find a way to heal our family."

In the midst of our collective sorrow, a flicker of hope begins to emerge. Together, we wait, clinging to the belief that Harvey will pull through, that we can find a way to rebuild what we've lost. The minutes tick by, each one filled with a mix of dread and longing for her recovery.

As I reflect in the quiet moments, my heart aches for the pain we've caused and the fractures within our family. But I also feel a sense of determination, a commitment to stand by Harvey's side and help her navigate the long road ahead. We may have been the cause of her suffering, but together, we will be the pillars of support she needs.

And so, we wait, our hearts heavy yet intertwined with the hope that Harvey will find the strength to overcome this trial. We carry the weight of our mistakes, yearning for redemption and the chance to mend the bonds that have been shattered.

Hours later, the doctor announced that Harvey was now looking for visitors. I sprang up, ready to be there, but the doctor told us that she had been asking for Killan, Ethan and Liam. Jealously burned through my veins as I saw them enter into her room, watching from the small window.

I stood there, my eyes fixed on the scene unfolding in Harvey's room. It felt like a punch to the gut, witnessing the intimacy between Killan and my sister. Anger surged through me, a mix of jealousy and hurt washing over my heart. How did it come to this?

Beside me, Damien coughed, his irritation evident. I turned to face him, my frustration bubbling to the surface. "What are you doing here?" I demanded, my voice laced with annoyance. "This is a family matter, and you have no place in it."

A mischievous smirk tugged at the corner of Damien's lips as he met my gaze. "Oh, but Luca, don't you see? Harvey and I share something that you'll never understand. We have a connection that goes beyond blood. Maybe it's time you accepted that and let her make her own choices."

My fists clenched involuntarily, my anger simmering beneath the surface. "You don't know anything about her," I shot back, my voice dripping with disdain. "She doesn't need someone like you interfering in her life."

Damien's smirk grew wider, his confidence unshaken. "And who are you to decide what she needs? I know every detail about her, but I see the fire in her eyes, the spark that ignites when we're together. So, step aside, Luca. This is between Harvey and me, she doesn't need an older brother."

The words stung, fueling my frustration and protective instincts. I took a step closer, locking eyes with Damien, ready to defend my sister. "You think you can give her what she needs? You have no idea what she's been through, the pain she's endured. I'll always be there for her, and I won't let anyone like you hurt her again."

Tension crackled in the air between us, a clash of wills and a battle for Harvey's affection. I knew deep down that I couldn't control her choices, that she was her own person with the right to make her own decisions. But it was hard to let go, to trust that someone like Damien could truly understand and protect her.

Minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity, our gazes locked in a silent struggle. The weight of unspoken words hung heavy in the air, a palpable tension that threatened to suffocate us both.

In the end, I realized that I couldn't dictate Harvey's feelings or dictate who she should be with. She was an independent spirit, capable of making her own choices. As difficult as it was, I had to accept that and respect her autonomy.

Taking a deep breath, I felt a mix of resignation and acceptance settle within me. I turned away from Damien, redirecting my focus to supporting my sister in whatever way she needed. Though it pained me, I had to let go and trust that she would find her own happiness, even if it wasn't the path I envisioned for her.

Harvey was my sister, and I would always be there for her, no matter what. From a distance, I would offer my unwavering support, ready to catch her if she fell and to lend a listening ear whenever she needed it. In the end, her happiness mattered more than my own hurt feelings, and I had to learn to navigate the complexities of sibling relationships with understanding and compassion.

I'll realsed a part 2 in while. Thankyou so much for 10k and for being patient with me ;)))