Mag-log inBy lunchtime, Marco had become the latest victim of Valentina's pregnancy cravings. He entered the sitting room carrying a folder. “Alessandro asked me to bring these documents.” Valentina was curled up on the sofa, watching television. She looked at him. “Marco?” He stopped. “Why do I feel like I'm about to be sent on an errand?” “Because you're my brother.” “That's not an answer.” She smiled. “I want ice cream.” He nodded. “There's ice cream in the freezer.” “Not that one.” “Which one?” “Vanilla.” “Okay.” “With chocolate syrup.” “Fine.” “And crushed biscuits.” He started toward the kitchen. “Anything else?” She considered it. “Fried yam.” Marco stopped walking. Slowly, he turned around. “I'm sorry. What?” “Fried yam.” “With ice cream?” She nodded. Marco stared at her. Then he looked at Alessandro, who had just entered the room. “Your wife is trying to kill me.” Alessandro shrugged. “Welcome to fatherhood.” “I'm
At 2:17 a.m., Alessandro De Luca discovered that his wife was capable of committing a crime against his sleep. “Alessandro.” He didn't move. “Alessandro.” A sleepy groan escaped him. “Hmm?” “I want mangoes.” He opened one eye. “Mangoes?” She nodded. “Fresh mangoes. The sour ones.” He glanced at the clock. “It's two in the morning, val.” “I can see that.” “Fruit shops are closed.” “Then find one that's open.” He stared at her. She stared back. For a moment, neither spoke. Then Valentina turned away and pulled the blanket over her shoulder. “It's fine. Forget it.” Alessandro sat up immediately. “No, no. Don't do that.” “Do what?” “Use that voice.” “What voice?” “The one that makes me feel like I've personally disappointed the entire Russo family.” She pressed her lips together, trying not to smile. “I'm pregnant, Alessandro. I can't help what I want.” He ran a hand over his face, then reached for his phone. “Fine. Mangoes.” “
The afternoon meeting was held in Alessandro's private office.Valentina hadn't planned to attend, but Marco insisted she join them for the first few minutes.The mayoral vacancy had become a complicated issue among the city's powerful families. Several campaign representatives wanted Alessandro's support, while Vittorio Moretti continued pushing his preferred candidate.Alessandro stood behind his desk, listening as Marco explained the latest developments.“Vittorio is offering financial backing to two separate candidates,” Marco said. “He's trying to make sure whoever wins owes him something.”“And what does he want in return?” Alessandro asked.“Influence over the city's redevelopment contracts. Police appointments. Access to information.”Alessandro picked up a document.“He wants the mayor's office without having to sit in it.”“Exactly.”Valentina looked through the papers.“Then why are we allowing him to decide who gets our support?”Both men turned toward her.She placed the
The first thing Valentina noticed that morning was the empty space beside her. She reached across the bed, expecting to find Alessandro, but her hand met cold sheets. A soft smile crossed her face when she heard his voice coming from the balcony. “No, Marco. I'm not discussing this at seven in the morning.” A pause. “Because I said no.” Another pause. “Then find someone else.” Valentina pulled the duvet over her head. Whatever trouble Marco had found himself in could wait until she had slept for another hour. A few seconds later, the bedroom door opened. “Good morning, sleeping beauty.” She didn't move. “I'm not awake.” “I can see that.” “Then why are you talking to me?” Alessandro chuckled and sat on the edge of the bed. “Because your brother is being a nuisance.” “That's his natural state.” “I agree.” She peeked out from beneath the duvet. “Is he in trouble?” “hmmmmmm..... not really” “Alessandro.” He sighed. “He wants to take over the meeting with the camp
Arthur opened his briefcase and removed several documents. “The original agreement was drafted to protect both families from a financial dispute that had threatened to destroy them. It included provisions concerning a future marriage, but those provisions were never meant to be enforced without the consent of both parties.” “Yet they were,” Alessandro said. “Yes.” “Why?” Arthur adjusted his glasses. “Because I was instructed to amend the agreement.” “By whom?” “Your grandfather's estate representative.” “Name.” Arthur hesitated. “Gabriel Russo.” Marco's expression changed. “Our great-uncle?” “Yes. He presented documents indicating that both families had agreed to the amendment.” Valentina shook her head. “But Gabriel was dead before our marriage was announced.” Arthur nodded. “Which is why I should have questioned the documents.” Alessandro leaned forward. “You didn't?” “No.” “Why?” Arthur's fingers tightened around his walking stick. “B
Valentina woke up to the smell of something burning. She frowned into her pillow. Then came a loud crash from downstairs. “Alessandro!” No answer. She pushed herself upright, threw back the covers, and reached for her robe. Another crash. “Alessandro, what was that?” “Everything is under control!” That was never a reassuring answer coming from her husband. Valentina hurried downstairs, one hand resting against her stomach. She stopped at the kitchen entrance. Marco stood beside the island, holding a fire extinguisher. Alessandro was in a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, staring at a frying pan like it had personally offended him. Smoke curled toward the ceiling. Valentina blinked. “What happened?” Marco pointed at Alessandro. “Your husband tried to make breakfast.” Alessandro turned. “I was making breakfast.” “You were committing a crime against eggs.” “Marco.” “What? The eggs were innocent. They didn't deserve that.” Valentina cove







