LOGINADRIANA’S POVI stood outside the doctor’s office as I heard Alessandro speak with the doctor. My arms stayed wrapped around myself as if that could hold all the fear inside. He listened carefully and asked sharp questions. Part of me still could not believe this was happening. The man who had stormed out of the hospital in rage now stood there arranging surgery for our son. The father Luca never knew stood ready to give whatever the doctors needed. I wanted to cry from relief but I held the tears back. I had cried enough for five whole years. Alessandro finished with the doctors and walked out of his office only to run into me. He walked toward me, his steps stayed steady but his eyes carried a weight I had not seen before. He stopped in front of me and spoke in a low voice. “The surgery is scheduled for three days from now. They will run more tests on both of us tomorrow morning. The defect is a ventricular septal issue with some complications in the surrounding valves. They wil
ALESSANDRO’S POV I sat in my study the next morning with sunlight streaming through the tall windows. Sleep had barely touched me. The whiskey from the night before still lingered in my system but the truth burned away the fog. Luca was my son. My own flesh and blood. The boy I had kept Adriana from seeing. The child I had dismissed as Roman’s. I clenched my fists on the desk and stared at the grain of the wood. People had lied to me. They had lied to her. They had torn us apart for their own gain and I would make them pay.I picked up my phone and dialed Rocco. He answered immediately. “Boss.” “I need everything from five years ago,” I said. My voice came out flat and cold. “Every detail about Adriana’s sudden marriage to Roman. I need to know who pushed for it. Who sat in the rooms and decided her fate. Who fed me the lies about her choosing him. I want their names, and their families. I want proof. Be thorough, I do not want any of them to escape this time. Not her father. Not th
ADRIANA’S POVI stood there dripping wet in the middle of the bar with Alessandro’s question hanging between us like a live wire. “Why didn’t you tell me Luca is my son?” His voice came out rough from the whiskey and the shock. The words hit me harder than any punch Roman had ever landed. My knees nearly gave out. Everything I had buried for five years rushed forward at once. Tears spilled down my cheeks before I could stop them. I remembered the day I found out I was pregnant. One month after the wedding. I was shocked when the doctor said I was two months gone with Alessandro’s child. I had sat on the cold bathroom floor in Roman’s mansion and cried for hours. The De Santis family discovered the truth in the third month when Roman told them that we hadn’t consummated our marriage and that the child wasn’t his. Their hatred turned vicious. They called me a whore who carried another man’s bastard. They pressured me to get rid of the baby. And when I refused they made my life hell.
ALESSANDRO’S POVI stormed out of the hospital with my blood boiling hotter than I could control. Adriana had stood there silent when I asked the hard questions. She offered no answers, no explanations, nothing. I did not even want to hear her voice right then. The anger pushed me forward as I climbed into my car and slammed the door shut. My hands gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. I started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot with tires screeching against the pavement. During the drive I grabbed my phone and dialed Rocco. He answered on the second ring. “Boss, what is going on?” “Where is Roman right now?” I demanded. My voice came out rough and low. “Tell me exactly where that bastard is.” Rocco hesitated for a second. “He was discharged earlier today. He is at one of the De Santis family bars on the east side. The Golden Lion. Should I meet you there with backup, Boss?” I ignored his question. “No. Do not meet me there. Stay where you are. This
ADRIANA’S POVI stood frozen against the cold hospital wall as Alessandro’s question cut through me like a knife. ““Does he hate his son so much that he can’t save him?” he asked, his voice rising. His eyes burned with a mixture of fury and confusion that made my stomach twist. This was my chance. The perfect opening I had waited five long years for. The secret I carried felt heavier than ever in that moment. Luca is your son. He has always been yours. I wanted to scream the truth at him. I needed to tell him everything right then. My mouth opened but the words stuck in my throat. Alessandro stepped closer. Anger rolled off him in waves as he glared down at me. “Answer me, Adriana. What kind of man did you choose to breed a child with? A man who would not lift a finger to save his own flesh and blood? Explain that to me because none of this makes any sense anymore.” “Please,” I begged. My voice came out shaky and weak. I reached for his sleeve but he jerked away. “Calm down and le
ALESSANDRO’S POVI strode down the hospital corridor with purpose. The scene ahead sharpened every instinct I possessed. Valentino gripped Adriana’s arm with possessive force while her stepmother, Cassandra, and Vaelina watched like predators circling wounded prey. Cassian had planted himself at her side with his hand on her shoulder as if he had any claim. Rage ignited in my veins as I closed the remaining distance in long strides. I had come here to check on her, to know how she was fairing with her son. I never imagined that I would be walking into a family gathering that doesn’t quite look like a family gathering. “What a nice family gathering we’ve got here,” I said, my voice cutting through the tension like a blade. I walked towards her, breaching the gap. I reached out and pulled Adriana firmly away from Cassian and wrapped my arm around her waist. She leaned into me immediately. Her body trembled against mine, not from relief at my arrival. But from deep, bone-shaking fear
ADRIANA’S POVI shoved through the club’s back door and ran straight into the pouring rain without looking back. My heart hammered wildly as Alessandro’s cruel words replayed in my mind with every splash of my heels through puddles. The way he had stared at me with such hatred, the degrading offer
ALESSANDRO’S POVI stood motionless in the middle of the bloodstained VIP room, the echo of the gunshot still ringing faintly in my ears. The smell of gunpowder mixed with spilled whiskey and cheap perfume clung to everything. My eyes locked on Adriana where she pressed herself against the far wall
ADRIANA’S POV I gripped the tray until my fingers ached and stepped through the heavy velvet curtain into the VIP section. Thick cigar smoke curled through the air like ghosts, and the dim amber lights barely pushed back the shadows. Low conversations hammered around the long table where several m
ADRIANA’S POVThe hospital room smelled of antiseptic and exhaustion. My heart hammered painfully as Doctor Cassian flipped through Luca’s chart with a grave expression that made my stomach twist. Rain pattered against the window, blurring the city lights outside into streaks of neon. “Miss Rossi,







