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After Five Years of PTSD, The Don Heir Begged Me Back Chapter 12
(Sophie's POV)We cut the trip short. I said I needed to leave for the school.The day I went, he insisted on driving me to the airport.I knew he was watching me. I didn't look back. Not once.—On the morning of my twenty-fifth birthday, half-asleep, someone knocked at my door.I rubbed my eyes and opened it. Dario was standing there.He was in a black suit. Dark grey tie, knotted with care. His hair combed even neater than usual. The sun behind him put a faint gold along his outline."Sophie," he said, his voice lower than usual. "Come on. Let's get the divorce done."I stared at him.No one in the Vellari Famiglia had ever divorced before.Not because the law forbade it. Because tradition forbade it.Wanting a divorce meant going to the Famiglia tribunal.In a hundred years, no one had survived it.So no one ever divorced.The Salvatores were the same. The old Don had said it once: Salvatores don't divorce. Only death dissolves the marriage.Even though I had committed to leaving,
After Five Years of PTSD, The Don Heir Begged Me Back Chapter 11
(Dario's POV)The morning Sophie left, I came downstairs and the dining room was empty.I assumed she was in the garden.She used to get up early sometimes and cut a few flowers for the table.I went to the kitchen first and checked the medicine cabinet. The bottles were where they were supposed to be, lined up in order. Same as yesterday.Then I walked the garden. She wasn't there.I started to lose my temper. Hadn't I told her, the next time she was out of my sight I would shoot.Then the butler came and told me she was gone.It hit me — that old cloth bundle in her hand. She was actually leaving.I went to her room.Everything was tidy. The bed made, the pillows squared, the clothes still hanging in the closet. Except the few she'd come with.She really was gone.There was a faint smell of lemon in the air.She was still here, somehow.I should have felt free.For five years I'd told myself she'd shackled me into this marriage. That she was a stranger my grandfather had pushed on me
After Five Years of PTSD, The Don Heir Begged Me Back Chapter 10
The next day, Dario broke his own rule and asked me into the study.I paused. I didn't move.He looked like he wanted to come over and lead me by the hand. In the end he just gestured."Come in. From now on — you can come in."I walked into the study. There was something new on the desk.A pocket watch.I knew it.It was the one I had hunted down and had remade. The one he had thrown into the fire. I still had its melted fragments hidden away.Dario's fingers traced the edge of the watch."Let's go away — together," he said suddenly. "Somewhere you'd like. A trip."His mouth was set tight. He was nervous.I let out a breath."Alright." We may as well say goodbye properly.We went to Sardinia.We took the Vellari private plane, but Dario was anxious the whole flight. He clung to my hand the entire time. His sweat was soaking through my palm.I couldn't help saying, "Let's go back."He shook his head."No.""With — you."The villa we were staying in, in Castelsardo, was beautiful. He did
After Five Years of PTSD, The Don Heir Begged Me Back Chapter 9
By my fourth day back, Marta knew almost the whole protocol. But Dario still leaned on me. Especially at night.Bianca came over a few times. She tried things — sitting with him at meals, talking war psychology in the study. He didn't drive her away, but he barely spoke to her.Then one night a nightmare ripped him out of sleep. His scream woke me. I didn't even put on my shoes — I ran.Bianca's room was closer. She got there first. He shoved her away.He looked up at me. His voice was fragile and certain."Only — you."I glanced at Bianca without meaning to. Her hands were clenched into fists. For the first time, I saw something like jealousy on her face — directed at me.Once Dario had calmed, I refused his request to stay in his room.We couldn't cross that line again.—In the middle of the night, I woke up thirsty and went down for water. That was when I saw Bianca.She was wearing a silk robe, her hair loose at her shoulders, and she was pushing open the door to Dario's bedroom.
After Five Years of PTSD, The Don Heir Begged Me Back Chapter 8
The car drove through the gates of the estate, and I saw Dario.The old Don gave a small, knowing smile."He hasn't agreed to see anyone. Came out as soon as he heard you were coming home."But when I stepped out of the car, his look was cold."Hate you. Liar."You won't have to hate me much longer. We'll never see each other again.I said it silently to myself.I didn't answer. I kept my head down and walked toward the house. As I passed him, his body went tight.Neither of us spoke.The next day I was up early — half past five — and downstairs.I lined up his medications by time of day. The new nurse, Marta, stood beside me with a small notebook."Seven a.m., the first pill. One tablet, with water at about forty degrees. Too hot, he'll frown but won't say it. Too cool, he sets the cup straight back down. Watch his face. If he picks it up and puts it down, the temperature is wrong. Make a fresh cup."She was writing as fast as she could."Half an hour before lunch, the second and thir
After Five Years of PTSD, The Don Heir Begged Me Back Chapter 7
"Dario is in a bad way."I was quiet for a few seconds. "He has Bianca."He let out a heavy sigh."You weren't there. There was no one to portion out his medicine. Bianca volunteered — she followed the dosage straight from the textbook. It was wrong. He smashed every framed photograph in the study. Walked barefoot across the glass. Blood everywhere. Bianca tried to help him up. He wouldn't let her near him."I said nothing."Then she put one of Luca's keepsakes back in the wrong spot. He turned on her. Frightened her badly. If I hadn't stepped in, she'd have gone home.""I hired the best private nurses. None of them can handle him.""He's locked himself in his room. Hasn't come out all night. Hasn't eaten. The butler went in this morning. He was just sitting there, blank.""I've told you. Without you, it doesn't work."I closed my eyes.I'd seen this state of his too many times.A sentence said in the wrong order. An object moved an inch. Someone walking too fast, or too slow — and Dar
After Five Years of PTSD, The Don Heir Begged Me Back Chapter 4
The next morning, I came downstairs and there she was. Bianca.She hadn't gone home.She saw me and smiled. "Sophie, since I'm basically your older sister, I thought I'd stay a few days — and help with Dario's recovery while I'm here. You don't mind, do you?"Before I could answer, Dario cut in fast
After Five Years of PTSD, The Don Heir Begged Me Back Chapter 3
Bianca turned to Dario. Her gaze lingered on him."I kept you waiting. I've finished my degree.""I came back for you."The light in Dario's eyes lit up at her words.Bianca was smiling like the brightest star in the sky."What's yours is yours. I'd come back, no matter how long it took."The hall w
After Five Years of PTSD, The Don Heir Begged Me Back Chapter 2
Five years passed in a blink.We never became husband and wife in any real sense, but we got along, in our way.When he needed to be alone, I retreated to another room without a word. When he glared at me, I told him it was alright, that I'd always be there.Slowly, Dario began to tolerate me.He'd
After Five Years of PTSD, The Don Heir Begged Me Back Chapter 1
Before I turned seven, my life was a hard one.The convent's coarse cloth rubbed my skin raw, and one extra bite of stale bread meant the nuns would beat my palms with a wooden plank.Then the Salvatore family came for me.The man who smelled of cologne asked if I'd like to come with him. I asked if
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