LOGINZara’s POV One second I was standing outside that study door, listening to my supposed mother’s voice destroy twenty-three years of my life.The next—I was hurrying off in shock and as I did, my vision blurred as the hallway stretched endlessly in front of me.Someone called my name behind me. Probably her, or a maid who had seen me run off. But I didn’t stop to find out either. I mean I couldn’t, because if I stopped, I would have to think.And if I thought—I was going to break.In seconds, without any hesitation, I shoved past the front doors as cold air hit my face immediately.I reached the front gates before finally slowing down. And at this time my chest hurt. Even my lungs burned. But none of it compared to the ache growing inside me.Because no matter how many times I replayed it, the words remained the same. She wasn’t my biological mother and still it felt so unreal.Instantly, I felt sick at the thou
Zara’s POV A WEEK LATERThe mansion felt unusually quiet and surprisingly for once, I wasn’t complaining. The past few days have been exhausting.Between my experience for the past couple of weeks, family dramas, Rosa’s constant presence, and my mother’s endless criticism, silence had become a luxury. A rare one at that.And I intended to enjoy it.After lunch, I escaped upstairs with every intention of locking myself in my room for the rest of the afternoon. No relatives around or Rosa.No conversations about my future from my mother, just peace.But unfortunately, life seemed determined not to give me that. I had barely even reached the second floor when I realized I’d left my phone downstairs.I considered leaving it because I honestly did. But Sofia had promised to call later, and she was one of the few people I actually wanted to hear from.So I turned around. The house r
Zara’s POVThe outrage began quietly and that was the exact thing nobody ever talked about. People imagined destruction as something loud. Some screaming. Crying. Doors slamming.However, the worst kind of destruction occurred slowly and surprisingly, in silence too. And by the seventh day of my mother’s stay in Italy, I understood that.Because the attacks weren’t coming from one person anymore. They were coming from everyone around me. Everyone connected to the house and to the Family.It started with phone calls. Family members I hadn’t spoken to in months suddenly remembered I existed.An aunt called under the pretense of checking on how I have been since Elena married Walker my ex. A cousin sent a message asking how Italy was treating me, pretending to care. Not like they did anyway from the onset. Everyone just wanted a piece to hold on to.Another relative wanted to know if the rumors were true bu
Zara’s POVI watched him walk into the mansion with both hands shoved into the pockets of his pants. Yet I couldn’t bring myself to say those words that I wanted out. I wanted distance from him. That maybe the smartest thing for both of us would be ending whatever this was before it destroyed us.Because every time I got close to saying it, I remembered the moments at the beach, the garden. The nights we’d stayed up talking. The way he’d looked at me after the attack.The way he’d stood outside my bedroom door for hours when I refused to let him in. And suddenly the words became impossible and I hated that. Hated how much power one man seemed to have over my emotions.With a frustrated sigh, I pushed myself off the stone bench and followed him toward the house but I let him walk in first.And the closer I got to the mansion, the louder the voices became. At first, I paid them no attention. I mean the Ferraro family which I'm now a part of was never quiet. There was always someone talk
Matteo’s POV“You really don’t always have to make me feel better with words, because right now, it’s just not working.”Her voice came out softer than usual. As if almost broken around the edges.I sat beside her on the stone bench, staring at the fountain ahead as though the water somehow held answers neither of us could get from all that was happening.Plus, hated it. I hated how sad she looked. Hated how defeated she sounded. Most of all, I hated knowing that for once, I couldn’t fix it.Usually there was a solution. Maybe a threat, a negotiation. A problem I could throw money at until it disappeared.But this wasn’t one of them, because the problem wasn’t business or territory. It wasn’t an enemy family.It was coming people who were supposed to love her and somehow that made it worse.I leaned back against the bench and coming from inside the mansion, I could still hear voices drifting through the open windows. Probably Rosa and her mum.A combination capable of driving any sane
Zara’s POVThe morning after that felt terrifying. And it was all because she was to arrive in Italy in a couple of hours. And it’s all because of that damn girl. Rosa…But still I felt confused on why she had suddenly wanted to come, because my mother was the type of woman who never inconvenienced herself for anyone.Not for me, sometimes for Elena. But never for anybody. So the fact that she had actually boarded a plane and flown across countries for this?That alone should’ve warned me how serious she believed the situation was.And unfortunately…I was right. The morning she arrived started badly, then somehow for some damn reason it got worse.I was sitting in Matteo’s office pretending to read one of my lecture notes while Matteo worked through what looked like twenty different problems at once.Phone call and meetings. Security updates. Apparently almost getting kidnapped earned me enough guards to invade a small country.I hated it but Matteo loved it. Or rather—He loved knowin
Zara’s POVEverything went silent when he stepped forward. Not even the music. Not the crowd.But everything inside me.Matteo’s eyes locked on mine, looking so dark and furious. With an expression so cold I could tell that I was in trouble.The
Zara’s POVWhen I woke up, the first thing I felt was heaviness, like my limbs didn’t quite belong to me.My eyelids fluttered open slowly, as the unfamiliar bright white ceiling above me came into view. And the air smelled sterile, almost like I was in a Hospital Or w
Matteo’s POVI was in the study hours later after the scene at the warehouse when the gate alarm chimed.An arrival I presumed unscheduled but I didn’t look up immediately. “Who is it?” I asked Marco through the internal line.“Female,” he said after a pa
Zara’s POV THE DAY AFTER THATThe second day felt worse than the first, because the shock of the news had worn off. And now there was only truth.I hadn’t opened the curtains of my bedroom. I couldn’t tell if it was morning or afternoon anymore. The room stayed di







