تسجيل الدخولDanny's POVI never thought I would feel this… divided.When Irene died, something inside me didn’t just break, it went quiet. Like a part of me shut down and refused to come back.I didn’t scream, I didn’t rage.I just carried it every day, every breathI carried the memory of her, the way she moved, the way she spoke.m, and the way she looked at me.I felt so much pain, not just losing her, but losing myself too.I glance down at my arm, at the empty space where my hand used to be.Alejandro took it from me without batting an eye, like I meant nothing, like I wasn't his brother.I survived, somehow.But surviving doesn’t mean you remain the same, it jjust means you’re still breathing.“Danny”Arlari’s voice pulls me back.I turn toward her, leaning against the doorway. She’s holding one twin while the other is trying to crawl off the bed like he has no sense of danger.“Come and carry your nephews before they break their heads,” she says, tired but amused.I let out a small breath,
Severiano's POVThe phone call still echoed in my head long after it ended.I don’t show fear, not in my world, not in front of anyone. But this… this was something else. Not fear exactly, but uncertainty. And uncertainty is far more dangerous.I adjusted my cufflinks slowly, my reflection in the mirror was steady, and unreadable. Behind me, Matteo and Luca were doing exactly what they did best, turning order into chaos.Arlari glanced over at them, then back at me, hoping to get any information she could from me, but I was careful not to give anything away.“You’re leaving?” she asked.“Yes," I replied simply.I picked up my jacket, her eyes narrowed slightly, but I stepped out before she could say anything else.***The drive was silent, but my mind was loud with too many thoughts, some were imaginations, and most was calculation. “Irene is alive.”The words replayed again, and again in my head, but it didn’t make sense. Not yet.But it would, I was really hoping it does.I arriv
Arlari's POVSomething is wrong, I know it the second that single word escapes his mouth, even though he tried to mask it.I’ve learned the difference between Severiano’s calm and his restraint.I freeze, just watching him. Matteo wriggles in his arms, tugging at his sleeve, completely unaware of the shift in the room. Luca, next to him, babbles and reaches for a pillow, unbothered. I hold my breath, because I know, I know something is wrong, or has happened.Severiano’s hand tightens around Matteo slightly, subtle enough that no one else would notice. But I notice. I’ve spent enough time watching him to know that shift, that quiet tension before a decision is made.“How certain?” His voice is calm, and flat.I held my breath, still not wanting to ask, not wanting to be the one to poke at the storm. His gaze flicks to me, just a second, enough to say he sees me, but not enough to give any information.Then he’s gone, his eyes sliding back toward the empty space outside the window.“
Arlari's POVFor some reason, Severiano's room became where I was mostly found after the twins arrived.I let my fingers hover over the picture on his nightstand for a second before I finally pick it up, each time I was in this room, I would always glance at it.Irene stares back at me, frozen in that same smile I don’t think I’ll ever forget.She looked like she was about to say something reckless, even in that picture, she looked very much alive.“I didn't think a time would come when you'd exist only in a frame,” I murmur, my thumb brushing lightly over the glass.It’s been a year.A whole year, and somehow it still doesn’t feel real. Some days it sits quietly in the background, like something I’ve learned to live around. Other days like this, it feels like it just happened yesterday. Fresh.Raphael hasn’t said much about it.That’s not surprising, he never says much about anything, but I see it. I see the way he’s changed.Not in a loud way, not in the way people can point at an
Severiano’s POVDeath can be a tool, and a weapon.When the news said I was dead, I let it live.I watched from a distance, unseen, untouched. Alejandro believed it, that was all I needed.I returned to my mansion before dawn, it was still empty and cold. But not abandoned.I walked through every room slowly, my steps calm, my mind clear. Every corner held memories of her, her smiles, her voice, the way she’d jump into my arms, her pet name for me, the way she looked at me. And the way she connected quickly with Arlari.I snapped out of memory lane because there was work to do.The bomb was placed carefully, then I left, nd I waited.From a distance, I watched them come.Alejandro, and his men, walking into my house like they had already won.Fools.I said nothing, until they were all inside, then I pressed the trigger.The explosion was loud and final, fire swallowed everything. No survivors.Alejandro was gone, for good.I didn't waste time at the scene, I moved to the address Raf
Arlari’s POV“He can’t be dead,” I repeated, my voice breaking again.The words kept coming out, like if I said them enough times, they would become true.“He can’t be dead…”The car felt too small, too tight, like there was no air left inside. My chest hurt from crying, my throat burned, and my head kept spinning.Rafael didn’t say anything, he just kept driving.His hands were firm on the steering wheel, his face cold and unreadable. But I knew better now. I had seen him break just minutes ago, now… everything was gone.I wiped my face with shaky hands, but the tears didn’t stop.“Say something,” I whispered.He didn’t respond, and that silence scared me more than anything.“Rafael…”“I don’t believe it,” he said finally.His voice was low, but he sounded dangerous.I turned to look at him.“You don’t?” I asked weakly.He shook his head once.“No.”A small and fragile hope flickered inside me.“He’s not that easy to kill,” Rafael added.I nodded, forcing my heart to believe those wo
Arlari's POVThe knock hit the door like a blade.Everything inside me went still.Severiano’s hand was still on my waist, his fingers were warm through the silk. His breath was still brushing my lips. His eyes were still dark like they wanted to claim every inch of me.But then his jaw locked. Jus
Arlari's POVAt the party, everyone slowly returned to their laughter and small talk.The celebration continued with soft clinks of glasses and gentle chatter filling the hall again, but Severiano was nowhere in sight.My gaze swept through the massive room. I finally spotted him standing at a cor
Arlari's POV After drifting into a shallow sleep, I woke the next morning with a lingering fire still pulsing between my thighs. I reached my hand down to my folds, but instead of warmth, I met the cold press of stainless steel. I sighed and rolled my eyes. After replaying the previous night’s ev
Arlari's POV I stood with my body trembling, like a child hiding a cookie. He strode slowly towards me, brows furrowed in suspicion. “What were you up to," he asked, staring deep into my eyes. “Hmmm, nothing. ” I stammered. " Yes?,” " I…I was just thinking,” I replied in a low tone. " About w







