로그인Luciano De Luca’s POV As composed and self-assured as Doctor B stood in that moment, it was impossible not to admire her. There was a quiet strength in the way she carried herself, a kind of pride that did not need to be announced yet demanded respect all the same. Watching her, I felt my admiration deepen, growing heavier in my chest. She was a woman who could walk away from everything familiar, everything secure, all for the sake of a dream rooted in compassion and purpose. Even in my disappointment, anger never came. How could it, when she stood so firmly in her truth? “I understand,” I said quietly. My gaze drifted, almost unconsciously, to where her hand rested protectively over her stomach. The gentle curve beneath her palm made something twist inside me. Losing her, and the child she carried, to another pack felt like a missed opportunity too great to measure. With someone like her by our side, Nightfall could have become something extraordinary. And a child raised by a wo
Luciano De Luca’s POV “Of course not,” I replied immediately, the words leaving my mouth with a sharp edge of bitterness that I could not suppress. The very thought of marrying Silvia Romano now felt like a stain I could never fully wash away. Trusting her had been the gravest mistake of my life, one that had not only ruined Ricardo’s future but had also driven a wedge so deep between Chiara and me that it shattered everything we once had. I could not place all the blame on Silvia, no matter how tempting it was. My own failures stood just as tall, just as unforgiving. I had been blind when it mattered most, inattentive when she needed me, and careless with something that should have been protected above all else. Still, Silvia had knowingly inserted herself into our lives, twisting moments and emotions until nothing between Chiara and me remained whole. Piera did not look convinced. Her eyes held a sharpness that reminded me of someone fiercely protective, someone who would not ea
Luciano's POV “I want the truth, Silvia,” I said, my voice firm, leaving no space for evasion. For a moment, she only stared at me, her wide, trembling gaze slowly hardening into something sharp and dangerous. The fear melted away, replaced by anger that burned just beneath the surface. “So you trust him over me?” she asked, her voice rising with disbelief. “Give me a reason not to,” I replied, unyielding. In the past, I had allowed guilt to cloud my judgment. I had been the one to introduce Silvia to Ricardo, and when everything fell apart between them, I carried that weight as if it were my own sin. Because of that, I never questioned her story as deeply as I should have. I had told myself that no one would fabricate something so cruel, so damaging. Now I could see how wrong I had been. “Fine,” she said at last, her voice tight, as if each word cost her something. “Maybe I exaggerated parts of it.” “It’s all lies,” Ricardo cut in, his voice sharp with frustration. I turned b
Luciano's POV Without another word, Silvia Romano shoved past Doctor B and the masked assistant, her composure shattering as she rushed into the hallway like a woman fleeing a fire she could not outrun. “Silvia!” I called after her, irritation sharpening my voice, though confusion sat just beneath it. There was always something volatile about her reactions, but this felt different, more desperate, more afraid than anything I had seen before. I followed quickly, Doctor B and the assistant close behind me. Silvia had nearly reached the stairs when the assistant’s voice rang out, cutting through the corridor with a force that made everyone pause. “You can’t run from this, Silvia!” The sound hit me like a blow. Recognition came instantly, cold and undeniable. My head snapped toward him, shock tightening every muscle in my body. That was no assistant. That was Ricardo. Silvia’s ex-husband. My former friend. The rogue I had cast out. Before he could take another step toward her, I
Luciano De Luca’s POV While I refused to accept Silvia Romano’s demand that Chiara be erased completely from my life, I could no longer deny a quieter, harsher truth within myself. What I was doing… clinging to what had already slipped through my fingers… was not healing me. It was slowly hollowing me out. So I did the only thing that felt remotely like control. After placing a lock on Chiara’s old bedroom door, I made a decision I was not certain I could keep. I would not go in there again. Each time I had stepped into that room, I had forced myself to relive everything I had done wrong. Every careless word. Every moment I had chosen pride, distraction, or indifference over her. I had convinced myself it was necessary, that it was punishment I deserved. Yet no matter how many times I stood in that space, surrounded by the ghost of her presence, it brought me no closer to forgiveness. Because the truth was simple and merciless. Chiara was gone. No amount of regret, no amount o
Luciano De Luca’s POV I watched the shift happen in real time, the way Silvia Romano’s expression changed as her eyes landed on the door behind me. What had been soft curiosity sharpened into something tense, something unsettled. “That’s Chiara’s room,” she said slowly, as if saying it aloud made it more real. “Yes,” I replied without hesitation. There was no reason to deny it, not when the truth stood right there between us. Her gaze snapped back to me. “Why were you in Chiara’s room?” The question wasn’t hers to ask, but I knew better than to say that. Silvia had a way of stretching conflict until it consumed everything, and I had no patience for another exhausting scene. So I said nothing. I held her stare without answering, hoping silence would be enough, hoping she would let it go. She didn’t. If anything, my silence made it worse. Her eyes narrowed, her lips pressing into a thin line as irritation began to simmer just beneath the surface. It was still better than tears
Silvia Romano’s POV Luciano once told Silvia that he only appreciated Doctor B for her professional skills. Silvia never believed him. A man and a woman could not build any kind of bond without desire growing somewhere beneath the surface. It was obvious that Doctor B admired Luciano. He was t
Chiara’s POV With the money and identification cards spread across my desk, I noticed there was one final item still inside the envelope. A letter. I pulled it out slowly and unfolded it. The handwriting was unmistakable. Luciano De Luca’s. It read: Whether you choose to remain with Nightfal
Chiara’s POV My feelings for Luciano De Luca, as Chiara, were a tangled mess. Outrage and heartbreak were knotted together with a love that refused to die quietly. It made me emotional, reactive, quick to anger. As Doctor B, however, I could not afford any of that. Above all else, he could neve
Chiara’s POV Ignoring Caterina’s remarks, we returned home, where I read until sleep finally claimed me. The next morning, I woke with a new resolve. I needed to approach Cesare’s condition from a different angle. Instead of continuing the endless arguments about the life extending medicine, pe







