LOGINWhen the babies were born, Papa kept watch outside the delivery room all night. By the time I woke up, he was holding his little granddaughter, beaming like the priest at the church next door.My son slept soundly beside me, his tiny hands curled into fists. As I looked at them, my eyes stung, and the tears began to fall.Mamma leaned down to hold me and wipe the tears from my face. "There now, it's all over. You have us from now on."I named my daughter Claudia Rinaldi and my son Emilio Rinaldi.Papa personally oversaw the engraving of every piece of silver and every cradle, treating it as seriously as he would any important family business.On the day of the twins' christening, the estate was packed with guests. Long tables filled the garden, and the elders fought over who got to hold the babies. Hard-faced old men who usually spent their days barking orders stood there, chuckling and shaking silver rattles for ages just to get Emilio to look their way.I sat beside Mamma wit
When Marcello came to deliver the divorce papers, Papa was hosting several of the elders in the dining room. Marcello had made a point of changing into a suit, and he greeted Papa respectfully."Sera, I've thought it through. If this marriage makes you unhappy, I'm willing to let you go."He looked at me and lowered his voice. "But a divorce doesn't mean I've stopped loving you. I want to win you back, and this time, I won't let anyone hurt you."I flipped through the papers, checked the signature, and handed them to Enzo. Marcello's eyes followed the pages, then quickly returned to my face."I remember when we first met. You used to wait for my call every day. Even when I worked late, you refused to go to sleep before I came back. Eventually, I got used to it, and I figured you'd always be waiting for me no matter what happened."His eyes reddened."I'm the one who lost you. Sera, give me one more chance. I'm not asking to go back to the way things were, and I'm not asking for y
Marcello walked in first, still looking hopeful. Danilo and Gianni trailed behind him, clearly irritated and convinced this had nothing to do with them.He was startled to see Valentina."Valentina? What are you doing here? Didn't you say you were going home to visit your grandmother?"Why are you dressed like—"Someone's date nearby could not hold back a snicker. Marcello glanced around suspiciously.Valentina suddenly called out to him in a tearful voice. Her eyes were red, and her fingers were twisted tightly in the skirt of her dress."Marcello, Serafina, she—"He instinctively took two steps toward her, blocking my view of her.It suddenly struck me how laughably poor my judgment had been back then. Marcello suspected Valentina of being with another man, yet unlike when he suspected me of the same, he did not hesitate for a second to stand in front of her."Sera, if there's a problem, take it up with me."I ignored him and pointed at Valentina behind him."There are a f
A few days later, I ran into Valentina at a private cocktail party. She had dyed her hair and was wearing a backless gown, and she was draped all over Lorenzo Morelli.Lorenzo came from a branch of the Morelli family. I had only met him a handful of times, and I was only there because I had heard he was getting married and Papa needed someone to put in an appearance.When he saw me, he spread his arms and came over with a grin."Serafina, you actually showed up. What a pleasant surprise.""The invitations you sent nearly buried my father's study.""Come on, Serafina, don't say it like that. I just wanted to see some old friends."I was about to reply when Valentina leaned down and whispered in his ear."Dear, didn't you say you'd show me the terrace?""What's the rush?""Well, it's a little stuffy in here.""Then go wait outside."Valentina froze.I picked up my teacup and looked out the window. After a moment of silence, Lorenzo suddenly laughed."What's this? Does my lit
The next time I saw Marcello was at the South Harbor docks.Mamma had been keeping such a close eye on me lately that I could not even go for a walk without someone trailing after me. Picking up a shipment gave me the perfect excuse to get some air, and a chance to see whether the Bellini family had tried to shortchange me this time.The moment the car pulled up, I spotted him. Marcello was standing by the warehouse door in a patrol crew jacket while a man younger than him jabbed a finger in his face and chewed him out.My right-hand man, Enzo Lombardi, followed my gaze and immediately lowered his head. "I'm sorry, Principessa. I didn't realize he was on shift today."I waved it off.In just a few days, Marcello had gotten noticeably tanner, and there was still a fading bruise at the corner of his mouth. It seemed his ‘friends’ had been taking very good care of him.The eldest Bellini son, Paolo Bellini, was already coming over to greet me. "Ms. Rinaldi, my father sends his reg
Beyond the flickering candlelight, Marcello stood rooted to the spot. Two guards eventually reached his side, and he began thrashing wildly in their grasp."What do you think you're doing?"No one answered.Valentina reached out to grab him, but she was not faring much better herself. The guards were anything but gentle, and she struggled so hard that one of her shoes came off, leaving her a disheveled mess. She shot me a frantic look, her lips pale.Papa took a sip of his wine. "This batch is good. It came from the old country. “There are a few more cases in the cellar. Have some sent over to my wife later."The conversation at the table moved on to the vineyard Papa had just bought."I'm a Mancini! My father bled for this family! You can't treat me like this!"No one at the head table turned around. Everyone was still laughing about some politician's idiotic remarks.Marcello's voice rose even higher. "Sera! I'm your husband! Tell them to let me go!"I tore off a small pie







