LOGINADRIANA’S POV
I 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 to become his paid mistress, and the casual mention of his engagement to Vaelina, my stepsister. The betrayal cut deeper than I expected. I raised my hand desperately and a cab finally stopped. I climbed in, soaked to the bone, and gave the driver the hospital address with a shaky voice. My phone burned in my palm. I opened the message again even though I already knew what it said. Doctor Cassian had texted during the worst moment in that VIP room. Luca had taken a dangerous turn. His heart was struggling badly and they needed me there right away. Tears mixed with the rain on my face as the cab wove through dark streets. I had gone back to this city for Alessandro, the only man who could save our son. Yet the moment I finally saw him, he looked at me like I was dirt beneath his shoes. How was I supposed to tell him about Luca now? How could I explain anything when he believed I had thrown away our love for power and another man’s bed? The hospital lights appeared through the rain-streaked window. I paid the driver and rushed inside, my wet clothes clinging to my skin and leaving a trail on the floor. Nurses took one look at me and led me to the ICU waiting area. I paced the narrow corridor for what felt like hours, my arms wrapped tightly around myself, until Doctor Cassian finally came out. His expression told me everything before he spoke. “Miss Rossi,” he said gently, guiding me to a quiet corner. “We managed to stabilize Luca again, but his hypertrophic cardiomyopathy is advancing quickly. The muscle thickening is restricting blood flow more than before. We need the biological father’s genetic profile and possible direct involvement for targeted treatment. Without that, we are running out of realistic options. Time is critical now.” I nodded slowly, my throat closing up. “I understand. I’m still trying to reach him. I really am.” The doctor squeezed my shoulder with sympathy before he walked away. I sank onto a hard plastic chair and stared at the white wall until it blurred. Alessandro’s steel-gray eyes haunted me. The disgust in his voice when he called me a whore still echoed. He wanted to punish me, to own me as revenge while he built a life with Vaelina. Yet that same man carried the only blood that might save Luca. I sat there weighing every terrifying choice until the nurses assured me my son was resting as comfortably as possible for now. I needed dry clothes and something soft for Luca to eat when he woke. The thought of returning to our cramped apartment gave me enough strength to leave. The cab ride back felt endless. When it finally stopped in front of my building, I paid quickly and stepped out into the heavy rain. My stomach dropped at the sight waiting for me. My landlord, Mr. Drew, and two other men were throwing our belongings out the front door into the street. Our clothes, Luca’s favorite stuffed bear, the few dishes we owned, everything landed in growing puddles. “Stop!” I shouted, sprinting forward. Rain hammered down on me as I reached them. “What are you doing, Mr. Drew? I told you I would pay the rent in a couple of days. I explained about my son’s medical bills. You agreed to give me time.” Mr. Drew barely spared me a glance. He kept tossing things out. A bag of Luca’s clothes hit the ground and water soaked through instantly. “I don’t want trouble with the man who owns this city,” he muttered. “Clear up your stuff and leave. My door's locked for you.” Those words hit me like ice water. So this wasn’t about money, someone had ordered this. That means Roman must have found us. Panic clawed up my throat as I dropped to my knees in the rain and began gathering what I could. I stuffed wet clothes into a torn suitcase with shaking hands. Just when I thought the night couldn’t get any worse, here I am being evicted from my apartment with no other place to go. A broken laugh escaped my lips, raw and hysterical, while tears poured down my face. The laughter grew louder and more desperate as I worked, mixing with sobs that wracked my entire body. Everything I owned ruined was now in the street. The only two good things I had ever known, Alessandro and Luca, now felt like they would either destroy me or be ripped away. I laughed harder through the tears until my chest hurt, then zipped the ruined suitcase and dragged it behind me. I had nowhere else to go. With the last of my energy I headed back toward the club. Marco still owed me money from tonight’s work, plus the triple pay to serve the VIP section. I would go ask for that money, I’ll explain about Luca and the eviction. Anything to buy us one more night. I pushed through the back entrance dripping and desperate. Marco stood behind the bar counting cash under dim lights. He looked up and his face immediately closed off. “Marco, please I need your help,” I said, my voice urgent. “Mr. Drew threw me out of my apartment and all my things are outside in the pouring rain. I have nowhere else to go right now, and you know my present struggle. I need the money for tonight and a little advance on my pay. I will work double shifts. I will do whatever you need.” He shook his head before I finished speaking. “I’m sorry, Adriana. But from tonight you no longer work here. You have to clear out your locker and leave.” The words knocked the air from my lungs. “Wait… what? Was it because of what happened in the VIP room? I didn’t start that. I need this job more than ever.” “I don’t want trouble with the man who owns this city.” He repeated the exact phrase Mr. Drew had used and turned his back on me. The same words. Cold understanding settled over me. Who the hell was tearing my life apart piece by piece to force my hand? Who owned the city? Was it Roman? Or was it… Alessandro? The realization made the broken laughter threaten to rise again. My world was collapsing from every side. Roman hunting me, Alessandro cornering me, and Luca fighting for every heartbeat in between. I stood frozen in the middle of the club with rain and tears still streaming down my face. A deep, controlled voice spoke from behind me, calm and certain. “Looks like the ground is crumbling faster than you expected.” I spun around slowly. Alessandro stood just inside the entrance, rain droplets glistening on his black suit. His steel-gray eyes locked onto mine with quiet intensity. He took one measured step closer, voice low and steady. “Now tell me something, Adriana. Are you ready to reconsider my offer?”ADRIANA’S POVI left Luca’s room with a lighter heart than I had carried in days. He had smiled when he saw me, asked for his father, then asked for another drawing pad, and drifted back toward sleep looking stronger than the morning before. The nurse at the station took my order for Alessandro’s food and promised it would reach the room within twenty minutes. I walked the quiet corridor back toward his door with the simple plan of sitting beside him until the tray arrived.Voices drifted through the half-open doorway before I reached it. Rocco’s low tone mixed with Alessandro’s sharper one. I stopped short of the threshold and stayed in the shadow of the wall, not meaning to eavesdrop at first, yet the words pulled me closer. “Boss, this is everything I could gather on the doctor, Cassian Vale,” Rocco said as rustled papers followed next. “His medical license, hospital records, and family history. On the surface he looks clean, a dedicated pediatric cardiologist with a solid reputat
ALESSANDRO’S POVThe minutes stretched longer than they should have. Adriana had said she would find food and return shortly, yet the corridor outside stayed empty and the quiet inside the room pressed against my ears. My gut had never lied to me. Something was wrong. I felt it the same way I felt a gun aimed at my back in a dark alley. I tore the tape from my arm and pulled the intravenous needle free. Blood beaded at the site, but I didn’t care. The heart monitor leads followed. A nurse standing near the door stepped forward at once. “Signore Orsini, you cannot remove those,” she said, fear dripping from her voice. “You are still recovering. Please return to the bed.”I rose to my full height and looked down at her. “Get the fuck out of my face if you still want you tongue in your mouth.” Color drained from her cheeks as she scrambled backward and fled the room without another word. The door swung shut behind her. I walked into the hallway on bare feet, hospital gown hanging open
ADRIANA’S POVI stood near the window and watched the change settle over Alessandro the moment Rocco spoke Cassian’s name. His jaw tightened. The warmth that had lingered after Garcia and Liora left instantly drained away, replaced by the cold focus I had seen on him in darker rooms and blood hunting situations. He said nothing at first. He only stared at the closed door as if the answer was already waiting on the other side. My mind began sorting through every person who had known the surgery schedule. I knew about his surgery, yet I had contacted no one outside these walls. Why would I? Rocco knew about it, and betrayal from him was unthinkable. The hospital staff knew, but they had no reason to connect me to the De Santis family and even less courage to risk the Orsini name. Alessandro’s security team lived by loyalty; snitching on their own boss would end them faster than any rival. Garcia and Liora had learned of the surgery only after the surgery, they had known because they co
ALESSANDRO’S POVI woke up with a jolt and found the room too quiet. The afternoon light had shifted across the floor, and the chair beside my bed sat empty. Adriana was gone, Rocco was gone, Garcia was gone. Only Liora was in the room, standing near the window as she scrolled through her phone. I instantly felt fear hit me harder than the residual pain in my chest. I pushed myself upright, ignoring the pull of the stitches. “Where is Adriana?” I asked, my voice dripping with panic. Liora looked up, her brows raised. “What?” “Where is Rosa?” I repeated, my voice rougher than I intended. She set the phone aside and gave me a patient look. “Relax, Aless. You were right here when she left with Mama to see Luca. They have not come back yet.” That was correct. I remembered they left together to the pediatric unit, I was awake before whatever that nurse gave me knocked me out cold. But still the absence stretched longer than it should have, and unease began to settle under my ribs. Th
ADRIANA’S POV“You.” That single word hung in the air like a blade. Garcia stared at me with pure contempt as fear locked my feet to the floor. I knew exactly why she looked at me that way. The memory rose without mercy and pulled me five years into the past.I had stood in her sitting room only days before the wedding to Roman De Santis. The Rossi and Orsini families had never approved of Alessandro and me. When our relationship became public they tried to force a separation, but we refused and continued dating in secret. Garcia had fought hardest against it, she was always approaching me because she could not move her stepson to break up with me. By the time I went to her that final time five years ago she had begun to soften, accepting that Alessandro found peace with me.But I destroyed that fragile acceptance with deliberate cruelty. I told her I had never loved him. I claimed I had used him for protection and status while my heart belonged to Roman. I said the wedding would fi
ALESSANDRO’S POVThe image of the scorched club and the painted message still burned behind my eyes as Rocco lowered the tablet. Anger coiled tight in my chest, sharp and familiar. The De Santis family had crossed a line that demanded blood in return. I had never been the kind of man who absorbed an insult and stayed quiet. Years ago weakness had cost me my father, but that version of me no longer existed.Adriana remained beside the bed, her hand still resting near mine. Her presence made the conversation I needed impossible. Rocco would never speak freely while she listened. I kept my expression neutral and waited. She studied my face for a long moment and seemed to understand. “I should check on Luca,” she said quietly. “Stay in bed, Alessandro. Do not do anything drastic.”“I will not leave this bed, Sunshine,” I answered with a smile.The promise tasted false even as I spoke it. She leaned in, brushed a soft kiss against my cheek, and left the room. The door closed behind her wi
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,
ADRIANA’S POV My breath caught in my throat. Alessandro’s question hung between us like a challenge.“Tell me something, Rosa,” he murmured close to my ear. “How wet are you under your panties?”Heat rushed to my face. The ballroom seemed to disappear, the guests, the music, and the whispers. Ever







