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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY THREE: THE BURIED TRUTH
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31 DAYS WITH HER BILLIONAIRE MAFIA DADDY CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY: EPILOGUE
Luca Cross was buried the next day.It didn’t feel real, standing there in the cemetery, watching his casket go into the ground. The sky was gray, almost dark—like my heart. The rain tapped softly on the umbrellas. Vince stood beside me, holding me firmly so I wouldn’t fall into Luca’s grave as I stared blankly at it.But I couldn’t stop crying. Not once. Not for a second.I cried as I laid a white lily on his casket.I cried as Lola held my hand and asked why I was crying.I cried through Vince’s heart-wrenching speech.I cried while I struggled to say mine.I cried through the prayers.I cried until there was nothing left inside me but raw, shattering pain.My Luca was gone. Forever.How could I live with this?And Vince—he tried to be strong. He tried to hold my hand, hold me up, keep me from collapsing. But he was a mess too. His eyes never stopped watering; he cried silently. His voice cracked every time he tried to speak.Once, I caught him holding Luca’s childhood photo to his
31 DAYS WITH HER BILLIONAIRE MAFIA DADDY CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY NINE: GOODBYE
Luca was bandaged like a mummy set to be put in a tomb—I could only see his closed eyes and his straight, pointy nose.It was the most heartbreaking sight.I sat beside his hospital bed, clutching his bandaged hand and rubbing an open patch of skin, trying not to cry again. But I couldn’t help it—I couldn't not cry, because my heart was broken into pieces. He'd barely escaped the explosion while the others exploded with the building.The steady beeping of the monitor was the only proof I had that he was still here, still fighting for life. Because my Luca was a fighter.“You’re going to survive this,” I whispered, brushing my fingers over his cold knuckles. “You have to.”He was as stiff as a rock. But the machine still beeped. That meant something. That meant he was breathing.I pressed a kiss to the back of his hand, then stood and walked out of the room. I needed to breathe.I met Bianca standing in the hallway, arms crossed, her eyes red and puffy. She looked up and immediately ad
31 DAYS WITH HER BILLIONAIRE MAFIA DADDY CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY EIGHT: RESCUE
~~VINCENZO~~I sat in the middle of the cold, dark warehouse, my body leaning heavily on my crutches, but it was my heart that bore the real weight. The silence around me gave too much room for my thoughts—too much space to replay every moment with my wife, every time I hurt her, every time I pushed her away when she only wanted to love me.And Lola, my baby girl. Our daughter. My daughter. My tiny miracle.What would she think of me if things went south?I stared at the dust-filled air, thinking about how she smiled when she lost her first tooth, how Jessica would comb her hair every morning and sing her silly songs in the car. I could see it now—Jessica driving, Lola asking a million questions, the sun pouring on their faces.That was what I wanted. That was all I needed.I wasn’t going to let my past take that from me again. Not this time. Not after everything.“I’ll make everything right,” I whispered into the quiet, clenching my fists. “I swear I’ll protect you both. Even if it’s
31 DAYS WITH HER BILLIONAIRE MAFIA DADDY CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY SEVEN: THE TRUE VILLIAN
When I got home, the house felt empty, and in a few minutes, I realized why—Vince wasn’t there. His car was gone, which was unusual; he hardly went out, except when he was taking me out for dinner. There was no note. No message. No sign of him at all. I felt very worried, but there was something else that transcended that feeling—my daughter's safety. I didn’t waste any more time. My fingers trembled as I reached for the suitcases in the closet. I grabbed two—a small and a large one. I started in Lola’s room, packing anything I could find that she might need. Her pajamas. Her favorite stuffie. Her little socks she couldn't do without. I threw them in without folding. I didn't care how it looked. I had limited time. I moved to my room and packed up—mostly black. As I zipped the bags shut, I glanced down at my wedding ring on my finger. Shutting off my emotions, I took it off and left it on the nightstand. I zipped the bags and dragged them down the stairs. Every sound made me ju
31 DAYS WITH HER BILLIONAIRE MAFIA DADDY CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY SIX: IN DENIAL
The night drifted by and not once did my eyes flutter. I couldn't sleep.Lola clung to me like she hadn’t done since she was a toddler. Her small body curled up against mine, her warm breath brushing my chest as I stroked her hair. She was used to sleeping next to Daddy. But not tonight.I couldn't stomach sleeping next to him with her snoring softly on him.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that list. It tormented me, ripped apart my sanity.I didn’t speak to him after I slammed the door. I didn’t cry either—not in the way he would expect. Not sobs and tears and shouting. The hurt I felt was deeper. A silence that felt like drowning in still water.For the first time since we got married, I didn’t sleep beside him. I didn’t kiss him goodnight. And I didn’t care if he stayed awake waiting for me to come out.When morning came, the deep hurt was still there.I got up quietly before Lola stirred, brushed my teeth, changed into a black top and jeans, and made breakfast. When Vince knock
31 DAYS WITH HER BILLIONAIRE MAFIA DADDY CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY FIVE: HIS WORST FEAR
~~VINCENZO~~The moment I heard the front door open, my heart skittered because I knew she was home.I’d been sitting in the living room, the TV running on low volume. I tried and failed to focus on some documentary I couldn’t even name. My mind had been spinning all day, wondering where she went the night before, who she was with, and if things were changing.I dreaded that thought—the thought of her changing, turning into a woman I didn't know, a woman who didn't love me and not my baby girl.She stepped in and paused for a second when our eyes met. Her face looked pale, drained like life had been sucked out of her. Her lips were dry, and her eyes… God, her eyes looked like they've seen the worst.“Jessica,” I said, slowly rising to my feet, gripping my crutches tightly for balance. “Baby, are you okay?”She didn’t answer. Not even a nod. She just turned and walked toward the kitchen like she didn't hear me at all.I jerked forward and followed her as best as I could. The rubber tip
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