LOGINEnzoMy possessive instinct wants to flare up, but I remind myself that if I want to win her back, I must learn to control myself. Besides, Marco has proven his loyalty, and his concern is genuine."She’s fine," I respond, trying to sound calm. "Pregnant," I add, unable to completely suppress my instincts, and his eyes widen in surprise since we haven't gone public with it yet. "Carrying my heir.""Wow, that truly is a surprise. Congratulations, sir."His enthusiasm seems sincere, and I lower my guard a bit more."Marco, Arianna won't be here for a while, but she still needs protection—now more than ever, in fact. I'll speak with her, and if she agrees, I’ll send you with a team to wherever she chooses to stay.""Of course, sir. As you command."I ask one last thing of him before leaving, because I really don't want to do it myself—at least not that part—and though I see confusion on his face, he doesn't question me.After giving directions on where we’re going, I set off with my team
EnzoReturning to the apartment without Arianna feels strange, and it feels even stranger when I think that just a few months ago, I hated the idea of seeing her here—invading my space, staining Stella’s memory. Without a doubt, life has known how to slap me and make me eat my words; now, I would give everything I don't have to see her here, lighting everything up with her presence.Everything is in its place, every item where it belongs; the cleaning staff took care of tidying the mess we left. But what I desire most isn't here: her. What is breaking my soul is seeing her suitcases at the entrance, all her things packed, waiting for someone to come pick them up and take them to Antonio’s house.The most ironic part of all is that after screwing with her so much, in so many ways, so that her presence wouldn't impose itself on this place I believed was sacred—so I wouldn't feel out of place in my own home—now, I feel out of place without her.This place no longer feels like mine becaus
Arianna"Don't say that, Arianna. Give me time. It's not easy for me, but I swear I'm going to improve.""Maybe you will, but you'll always be this way, and it's not fair for me to ask you to change—people are who they are," I say, repeating the words Ilaria told me."I only want to protect you both, and I'm not going to apologize for that." He cups my face in his hands and brushes the hair away from my forehead. "I almost lost you, Arianna. I’m still terrified. The only thing I want is to take care of you, so don't ask me not to."I let my head fall forward and rest my forehead against his chest, letting out a long sigh."I’m not asking you for that. I understand you're afraid; I am too." I lift my face and look at him again. "But I need my space, Enzo. You can't always be breathing down my neck.""You like it when I breathe down your neck," he responds suggestively, giving it a double meaning, and I roll my eyes."Why do you always have to sexualize everything?" I ask, my tone a cle
AriannaMy heart is racing at a thousand miles per hour as the doctor moves the probe inside me and watches the screen intently. Enzo grips my hand, and the pressure he exerts tells me he’s just as nervous as I am."Well, the gestational sac looks good," the doctor informs us, and I release my trapped breath. "Everything looks quite good, actually. Definitely, this baby wants to hold on to mama," he concludes with a smile that I return.Enzo kisses my forehead, and I can feel his tensed body finally relax."Now, let's see..." the doctor continues, searching for something. "There it is," he points out with excitement.I don’t think I fully understand what he means until the most perfect sound I’ve ever heard in my life fills the room, flooding my eyes with tears.Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump."That’s it." Enzo’s words are choked, smothered by an emotion I’ve never seen in him."Your baby’s heartbeat," the doctor confirms.And just when I thought I’d seen it all, I am surprised
Arianna I run my hands over my head because it has started to ache."I’m very confused, Ilaria. I don’t even know what I want.""And that’s okay too. Give yourself time; you don’t have to make a decision right now.""Do you think he’ll be willing to wait? Enzo isn’t exactly an example of patience.""He will. He’ll do it because he loves you.""I wish I could be as confident as you are.""Well, now that’s his job—to earn your trust. Let’s hope he knows how to do it.""If I decide not to go back... do you think he’ll let me go?"She lets out a long sigh before answering:"He’ll go crazy, there’s no doubt about that. But I think so—I think he would let you go. If you had asked me a couple of months ago, I’d have my doubts. But after everything that’s happened, I’m sure he would respect your decision.""And if he tries to take my son from me?"The mere idea terrifies me, but I have to think about all possible options."No, he won’t do that. As long as you allow him to be a part of the ch
AriannaI sob, curled into a ball on the bed, my gaze vacant and my hope fading. It seems as though God, fate, or whatever pulls the strings of our lives doesn't want me to be happy or to find peace. There is always something haunting me, a latent threat, and perhaps it’s time to accept that it will always be this way because of the world I was born into."I know it’s hard, but try to calm down," Ilaria tries to comfort me, stroking my arm in a motherly way. "This isn't good for the baby; you need to rest and stay relaxed.""Rest and stay relaxed?" I ask rhetorically, turning to look at her. "Tell me how one achieves that in this world of shit I had the misfortune of being born into."My words come out more bitter than I intended; after all, it’s not her fault. She only wants to help."You gain nothing by lamenting things that cannot be changed, Arianna. I understand your life hasn't been easy—not with your parents, and not with Enzo. I know better than anyone how you feel after what







