LOGINEpilogueOne Year LaterZara’s POVHome.For years, I thought home was a place. Italy maybe or probably America. Or the Ferraro Mansion.A tiny apartment where I spent countless nights crying myself to sleep? But I had been wrong.Home had never been a country. It had always been the people waiting for me at the end of the day.“Mama!”I smiled before I even looked up.The front door burst open, followed by the unmistakable sound of tiny running feet across polished wooden floors.“Mama! Daddy says I cheated!”“I did not!” Matteo’s voice followed a second later.“You absolutely did!” Alberto shouted over his shoulder.“I was winning.”“You changed the rules!”“I improved the rules.”“You made them up!”Laughing, I leaned against the kitchen counter as the two most stubborn boys on earth came charging into the room.Some things never changed. Thankfully. Alberto, now five years old, threw himself around my waist.“Daddy cheated.”“I did not.”Matteo appeared behind him carrying a footb
Zara’s POVTwo Weeks Later…I never imagined I’d sit in a courtroom and watch the woman who had raised me stand before a judge.This time, not as my mother. I mean not anymore.Just…A woman I once knew.The courtroom was silent except for the occasional shuffle of papers and the judge’s steady voice echoing through the chamber.I sat beside Matteo. Our fingers were intertwined beneath the wooden table. He hadn’t let go once since I walked in and neither had I.For the first time in years…I didn’t have to face something alone.My eyes drifted toward the defendant’s stand. She looked nothing like the woman I remembered growing up with. Nina James. My mum’s bestfriend, who somehow became my supposed mother.Her shoulders were slumped, her eyes dull. The confidence she’d always carried had disappeared completely.The prosecution had spent days laying everything out. Financial fraud. Forgery. Conspiracy surrounding my mother’s estate and death. Manipulating legal documents after my mother’
Zara’s POVThe moment the whispers started when we walked right throught the crowd, knew I couldn’t stay. Every pair of eyes seemed glued to Alberto.Some stared openly, while some whispered behind their hands.Others simply looked between Matteo and my son with expressions that ranged from confusion to complete disbelief.Apparently, they had noticed the resemblance was impossible to hide. I felt Alberto shift beside Matteo before reaching both arms toward me.“Mama.”Without hesitation, I took him from Matteo’s arms as his little arms curled around my neck.“I’m tired.”“I know, sweetheart.”I kissed the top of his head before looking anywhere but at the crowd gathered on the mansion steps.My chest tightened at the too many faces, too many memories. Too many people who had watched my life fall apart years ago.“I think we should leave.” My voice was barely audible. And then I turned concluding in my head that I couldn’t do it anymore. Couldn’t face the truth anymore. And so I tried
Matteo’s POVThe drive back to my mansion felt far longer than the one that had taken us away from it. This time my speakers remained off.The laughter that had filled the car only hours earlier had disappeared, replaced by an uneasy silence in my head.Alberto had fallen asleep in the back seat, his tiny fist still clutching the seashell he’d insisted on bringing home.I glanced at him through the rearview mirror before returning my attention to the road.At least one of us still looked peaceful. My phone rested on the dashboard, the screen still displaying Marco’s last message.Warehouse 7 attacked. Three men injured. One shipment compromised. We need you back immediately.I tightened my grip on the steering wheel. Knowing it had to be the Romano family. No one else would’ve been bold enough to strike one of our operations so openly and again.I’d spent months keeping the peace after the war. But apparently, peace had an expiration date.“You’ve barely said a word.” Zara’s soft voic
Zara’s POVWEEKS LATERThe roads stretched endlessly ahead of us as the fields blurred past the windows while soft music played through the speakers of his car.And for the first time in years, I wasn’t counting down the hours until something went wrong. I was simply…having a good time.Beside me, Matteo drove with one hand resting lazily on the steering wheel, sunglasses hiding his eyes. And as expected, behind us, Alberto was singing loudly to a cartoon theme song only he seemed to know.He had been singing the same three lines for almost twenty minutes but neither of us had the heart to stop him.“…And then the dinosaur eats the pirate!” Alberto shouted.“That’s… not how the song goes,” Matteo replied.“Well, it does in my version.”“Oh.”Matteo nodded seriously.“Then your version sounds more dangerous.”“It is.” I laughed quietly, shaking my head, Alberto leaned forward between our seats.“Mama.”“Yes?”“Where are we going?”“I thought this was supposed to be a surprise.”He look
Matteo’s POVI opened my eyes to silence, and for a brief moment, I couldn’t remember where I was. The ceiling above me wasn’t mine. The scent lingering in the room wasn’t the familiar cedarwood of my mansion.Instead, it smelled faintly of vanilla and fresh linen, then something shifted against my chest.I looked down to a tiny hand resting over my shirt. Alberto.The little boy was curled against me, one arm wrapped around my waist as though he’d fallen asleep there a hundred times before.A smile found my lips before I could stop it. Carefully, I brushed a strand of dark hair from his forehead.He didn’t stir, instead his tiny lips remained slightly parted as he slept peacefully.And God…he looked so much like her when he slept. But when he frowned…when he argued…When he stubbornly folded his little arms…he looked exactly like me.The thought filled me with both joy and regret I had missed so much.“I’m sorry,” I whispered so quietly only I could hear it.“I’m so sorry, little man.
Zara’s POV The sharp sound of my phone cut through my sleep, I jerked awake, and sat upright.Headache hit me instantly, very sharp like something had split my skull open from the inside. I groan and press two fingers at each side of my head, squeezing my eyes shut as the room spin slightly as if
Zara’s POVI stood there for a long moment, too stunned at his statement to react. Did he just think of me as some random hooks?I was glaring at the room like it had personally betrayed me,the bed was a mess, sheets were twisted and pillows were off the bed. The faint smell of heat and sex lingeri
Zara POVI grabbed onto his suit, and then his neck, while one of his hand pulling my waist closer to his chiseled strong chest. The other hand, which was on my cheek, descended making a small journey down my neck,His lips locked on mine, in an aggressive manner. My legs were open, his knee pres
Zara POV My breath caught so suddenly it felt like my lungs forgot what they were made to do.There he stood in the kitchen doorway like the space was made for him. He stood tall, broad shoulders that tempts you to lay your head on it, his sharp jaw set in a way that didn’t invite conversation. H







