Se connecterCharles had made it to the hospital, running desperately to get to the nurses’ station when, out of nowhere, someone grabbed him from behind, hugging him tightly enough to stop him dead in his tracks. Confused as to who it was, he slowly tried pulling the hands off so he could turn around and see who it was. “Charles!! I missed you so much,” Rosina shouted breathlessly, sounding relieved. “I wasn’t able to get here in time because of flight delays...I'm so sorry for not being here early to support you as a wife” Charles looked down at her hands and pulled them off him, his face not showing even the slightest surprise to see her. He just stared at her and said nothing. Rosina was still trying to reach for him, but he stepped back. “I need to see the nurse. It’s an emergency,” he said, walking away. Rosina, who seemed pissed she didn’t get the reaction she wanted, quickly spoke, “I was the one who asked the nurse to call you... There is no emergency, and your mother is still in th
“Where are they?” Sebastian asked again, walking toward her with the gun still pointed directly at her. “I won’t hesitate to kill you here,” he said coldly. Mrs. Clara stood up slowly, breathing heavily from the shock of the gunshot. But this time, her face had gone completely blank. She realized there was no point pretending anymore. If the truth was already out, then why keep acting? she thought as she finally let her real self show. “I’m not going to say anything,” she said, stepping forward without shaking. “Ich schwöre bei meinem Leben… Ich werde nichts sagen… VERSPRECHEN!” (I swear on my own life… I’m not going to say anything… I PROMISE!) Then her expression darkened completely. “I’m not going to let her live another day,” she spat bitterly. “She’s going to die. I’m not going to let anyone come and ruin my fucking life...” She hit her chest angrily. “Her and her child are going to die... I just need one phone call and puffff, they are gone.” The second the words left he
The entire event had fallen apart because of the sudden turn of events. The baby had been taken while Mrs Wendy looked away for only a brief moment. She was distressed, breaking down in tears as she blamed herself over and over for being careless.....and one could not calm her.Rewind…The annual Moretti Foundation Ball was being held live inside the grand hall of the Moretti family stadium. It was one of the most exclusive events of the year, attended by elites, business tycoons, politicians, and celebrities, all gathered to support Dominic Moretti and his foundation. The entire venue glowed with luxury as guests arrived dressed in expensive designer outfitsThe grand doors slowly opened, and Bianca stepped inside, instantly drawing attention across the ballroom. She wore a stunning dress, her curly hair styled perfectly around her shoulders. Right beside her was Sebastian, dressed in a black tailored suit that made him look effortlessly elegant. Behind them, Mrs Wendy carefully push
It had been three days since they arrived in Germany, and Charles looked like hell, with no sleep, barely any food, just coffee, hospital hallways, and the image of his mother’s face under those harsh white lights. He was driving back to the hospital after stepping out briefly to grab a few things and stop by his hotel. The past few days had taken everything out of him, and it showed… his eyes were heavy, his body drained, like there was nothing left holding him together.As he drove, a car pulled up beside him. From it came the sharp, relentless cry of a baby that nothing seemed to calm. Charles glanced through his left mirror, the sound growing louder as they stayed side by side in the same lane. He pressed harder on the accelerator, speeding past the car, eager to get back to the hospital... and away from the noise. He didn’t need that right now.But barely two minutes later, traffic brought everything to a halt.He leaned back into his seat, already exhausted, trying to catch a fe
Coming out of her car, still feeling giddy, Mrs Clara’s smile faded the moment she saw the Moretti family lawyer, Mr Marco Virelli, stepping out of the house. Marco hadn’t been to the estate in three years…not since Dominic signed the prenup. He didn’t make house calls unless someone was dying, divorcing, or being disinherited.Her steps slowed as he approached. He paused when he recognized her, shifting his briefcase to his left. “Ah… Mrs Clara Moretti, I didn’t expect...”“What is Marco Virelli doing in my house?” Clara cut in smoothly, her tone light but firm as she reached out, stopping him from finishing. He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he glanced past her toward the driveway.Clara tilted her head slightly, waiting. “Changes,” he said simply.The word hit her like ice water. “Changes?” she repeated. “What kind of changes, Marco?”“I think I’ll worry anyway,” Clara replied, still smiling. “My husband and I don’t make changes without discussing them… together.” She watched
Hearing that made Bianca feel a certain way. She hadn’t even come to terms with the fact that Mr Moretti was her father yet. There were too many questions in her mind, and it didn’t feel like the right time to face any of them. She lowered her head, saying nothing, pretending she hadn’t heard what she said.Mrs Clara’s smile remained perfectly in place as she stepped closer. Her gaze drifted to baby Gianna lying peacefully in the crib, and her hand lifted slightly as if she might touch her…before pausing midair.“Doesn’t she look like her father?” she said softly, then turned her eyes to Bianca.Bianca remained still and quiet, giving a slow nod, not fully understanding why she made that comment.Mrs Clara, fully aware of what she was doing, nodded again. Her eyes stayed fixed on Bianca before she added, “Exactly like his father… Charles Warren.”The moment the words left her mouth, Bianca looked up in shock. Her heart began to race as she wondered how Mrs Clara knew about her past. “
The voice echoed so loudly through the house that Mrs Camilla was already out of bed. She quickly pulled the sleep cover from her eyes, muttering a curse under her breath as she hurried toward the door.“Aunt Bianca!”The voice rang through the house again. Mrs Camilla frowned, clearly irritated as
Bianca had just finished her consultation and checkup. Everything had gone well, thank God.She was smiling to herself as she gently held her stomach. Finally, in just a few weeks, she would be put to bed, and she would finally hold her child in her arms.She stepped out of the doctor’s office and l
He stepped even closer after saying those words, holding her in a piercing stare. Rosina looked as if she had seen a ghost, shaking under his intense gaze.“I know you’ve missed me,” he mumbled, inhaling slowly as though breathing her in. “I’ve missed you too…..God knows my heart.” He bent down sli
Rosina gasped hard as the memory snapped back into place. The same shiver that had seized her in the car rushed through her again. She shot up from the bed abruptly as her whole body trembled…As she tumbled forward out of fear, she kicked Charles’s phone farther across the floor.Her breath hitche







