ログイン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
Chiara’s POV At work that morning, Caterina, Piera, and I gathered in the small office, the scent of strong espresso curling through the air as we leaned against desks and chairs, trying to pretend it was just another normal day. At my insistence, Caterina had not brought the newspaper with my face splashed across it. I had thought that would spare me the embarrassment. Unfortunately, Piera had already beaten her to it. She held the paper like it was something precious, her fingers smoothing the edges as though she truly intended to frame it and hang it behind her desk like a prized possession. “You know my identity is supposed to remain a secret,” I reminded her quietly once we were alone. My gaze lingered on the bold headline before I forced myself to look away. “If you hang that up, people will start asking questions.” Piera lifted her chin, completely unapologetic. “I’m allowed to admire the former Luna of the pack,” she said, as if that alone justified everything. Caterina
Chiara’s POV “Adoption?!” The word came out sharper than I intended, laced with pure disbelief. My fingers tightened around my bag as I stared at the reporter, my thoughts scrambling to catch up with the absurdity of his question. “Uh… no. No, that’s not why I’m here,” I said, my voice stumbling over itself despite my effort to stay composed. This was never meant to turn into anything public. I had only come to give back to the orphanage that had once taken me in, that had fed me, clothed me, and kept me alive when grief had hollowed me out after my parents died. “What other reason could you have for being here?” he asked, his tone lacking even the smallest trace of respect. “I don’t know,” I replied just as bluntly, my patience snapping without warning. If he could not offer basic decency, then I had no reason to offer it in return. I raised my hand and flagged down a taxi, eager to escape the conversation before it twisted further. “If you’ll excuse me.” I should have known
Chiara’s POV “She has to be drunk.” “There’s no way any of that is true.” “Luciano would actually marry Silvia Romano? After everything she’s done? Impossible. It has to be a lie.” The whispers spread like wildfire through the room, low at first, then rising, overlapping, colliding into someth
Chiara’s POV In response to Giulia’s question, I offered her a small, fragile smile, the kind that carried more truth than words ever could. It was enough. Her expression fell instantly, her brows knitting together as if the answer had struck her harder than anything I could have said aloud. “
Chiara's POV Laugh just as much as me. It was a nice change of pace. Tonight, however, Caterina was working late when I let Giacomo into the house. He was carrying his usual vase of bright-colored flowers, but his smile wasn’t quite as bright as usual. “What's wrong?” I asked immediately. “I h
Luciano’s POV “A person should not be punished forever for the mistakes of their past,” I said into the microphone, my voice steady even as my thoughts betrayed me. Because if that were true, then what chance did I have? If Silvia could not be forgiven, then how could I ever be, after everythi







