FAZER LOGINFor a heartbeat, the waiting room fell silent.Then Vincenzo let out a short, humorless bark of laughter."Fuck you," he growled. "And fuck the authorities."He yanked the doctor closer, his grip tightening around the man's collar until the fabric bunched in his fist.When he spoke, his voice dropped to a low, dangerous whisper. "If anything happens to my father—if he doesn't get better—I will burn this fucking hospital to the ground. And that isn't a threat. It's a warning. Don't test me. I'm more than capable of doing it."Fear flashed across the doctor's face, and a shiver ran through him, but he didn't say a word.Everyone in the waiting room watched with wide, stunned eyes, yet no one dared tell Vincenzo to stop.Vincenzo's grip tightened around the doctor's collar until the man struggled to breathe.Anna's breath caught in her throat, fear twisting in her chest for the doctor.She had never seen Vincenzo's eyes like this before.They were unnaturally wide, the whites stark aroun
Dear MagiNation, ❤️I’ve missed you all more than words can express. 🥹The past few months have been incredibly difficult as I’ve been battling an anxiety disorder that affected both my life and my writing. There were days when even the simplest tasks felt overwhelming, and because of that, I wasn’t as present or as consistent as I wanted to be.I want to sincerely apologize for the silence and the irregular updates. You all deserve so much better, and I’m truly grateful that so many of you stayed, supported me, and continued believing in my stories despite everything.Your patience, kind words, comments, and unwavering support have meant more to me than you’ll ever know. They’ve reminded me why I started writing in the first place.I’m not completely where I want to be yet, but I’m choosing to keep moving forward. Next month, I’m pushing myself to do better, write more consistently, and give you the stories you’ve been waiting for.Thank you for being the most amazing readers a writ
The ICU waiting room was small and cold, bathed in harsh fluorescent light and thick with the sterile scent of antiseptic.Two hours had passed since Papa had been rushed through the double doors into the ICU.Two agonizing hours.The doors hadn't opened once.Not for a doctor.Not for a nurse.Not for anyone.Anna sat rigidly in one of the plastic chairs, her hands clasped so tightly in her lap that her fingers ached. Her gaze never wavered from the closed double doors.Beside her, Isabella sat curled into herself, her knees drawn to her chest and her arms wrapped tightly around her legs.She had stopped crying about twenty minutes ago, but the damp tracks mapping her cheeks left her looking utterly undone.Every few minutes, a small sound escaped her throat—something between a sob and a whimper—shattering the heavy silence that had settled over the room.Rosalia stood by the window with her back to the room, her shoulders trembling.One hand was pressed over her mouth, trying to smo
The drive home was long, and Martina talked almost the entire way."You need iron," she said, turning in her seat to face Anna. "So I am going to make you spinach and ricotta tortellini. Spinach is good for you, and you need to start eating more foods rich in iron. Do you know how to make tortellini from scratch? It is not hard. It just takes patience.""Oh… Okay," Anna murmured."And eggs," Martina continued. "You should be eating more eggs. They're good for you, and they're full of protein. I can make you a frittata with potatoes and onions. Maybe a little pancetta for flavor, but not too much. We don’t want anything overly salty.""Okay.""You have to eat properly now," Martina said. "Not just for yourself, but for the baby too. The baby needs nutrients, vitamins, all of it. And if the baby needs it, then so do you. That’s why I am going to make sure you eat well, whether you want to or not."Anna nodded firmly.She let Martina's voice wash over her, a steady stream of words that r
Two weeks had passed since that night under the bridge, and Anna had learned that silence could be louder than any scream.Vincenzo moved through their bedroom like a ghost. He came and went at odd hours, his footsteps quiet on the marble floors, his presence a shadow at the edge of her vision.In the mornings, she would wake to cold sheets and an empty space beside her, the indentation of his body already faded from the sheets.At night, she would lie awake and listen to the sound of the door opening, the rustle of his clothes, the soft click of the bathroom door closing, and then nothing.Always nothing.She tried to speak to him. Three times in the first week, she opened her mouth in the moments when they occupied the same space, when the air between them seemed thin enough to breach.But the words never came.Her voice always failed her, emerging as something small and uncertain, a question she didn't know how to ask.Vincenzo walked past her without a glance, without a pause, his
Anna stared at Vincenzo, confusion flooding her features as she searched his face.“W-what?” Her voice caught. “W-what do you mean?” She swallowed hard. “W-why are y-you telling me to get out of the car?”“Get out of the fucking car,” Vincenzo growled.Anna flinched at his voice. “But how will I—”“Rodrigo will take you home.” He jerked his chin toward the window, and she followed his gaze.A man stood outside the car, his silhouette outlined against the headlights of another vehicle parked a few feet away.Rodrigo.She had seen him before. He was one of Vincenzo’s men, a solid figure with a broad chest and a face that gave nothing away.Anna opened her mouth to speak to Vincenzo, to ask why he was telling her to get out of the car, to ask what she had done wrong, to ask if he was angry at her, to explain herself, to tell him it wasn’t what he had seen.But the words never came.Her throat tightened, locking them inside, and all that escaped was a small breath that dissolved into the
“James?” Anna breathed out, her voice low and uncertain. James turned at the sound of Anna’s voice, his expression shifting as his eyes met hers. “Oh, you are back,” he said quietly. Anna’s eyes immediately fixed on the abortion pill packet in his hand. James caught her gaze, glanced down at t
“Lu—” Anna started, but before she could finish, Lucy stepped inside and pulled her into a warm hug. Anna froze for a moment, caught off guard, then let herself relax into the embrace. The warmth of Lucy’s presence made her chest feel lighter, and for the first time in a long while, Anna felt a
Anna shook her head. “No… I can’t. I can’t fall for someone like him… someone as ruthless as the Boss.” “It’s probably just my hormones. Yes, my pregnancy hormones are messing with my head,” she muttered to herself. Her hand drifted to her stomach, rubbing gently over the small but growing bump.
Upon hearing Vincenzo’s voice, Anna’s breath caught.Shock rippled through her chest, tightening her lungs, and a lump rose in her throat. She swallowed hard, forcing it down, but it kept threatening to rise again. Vincenzo stood at the window, watching her with his grey piercing eyes. The cigar







