LOGIN(Authorâs POV) Stefano Conti strode into his top-floor office at Aetheris Biotech, his expression dark and unreadable, like a storm waiting to break. He fixed his gaze on the document Lorenzo held out to him. âLet me see it,â Stefano said, his voice sharp and commanding. Lorenzoâs hand trembled slightly as he passed the thick legal file across the polished mahogany desk. âSir, you need to look at this.â Stefano snatched the papers from him, his grip tightening until his knuckles turned pale. His eyes moved quickly across the page before stopping abruptly on the name of the plaintiff. Celeste Moretti. His breath caught. The air in the room seemed to turn cold. âWhat does Legal say?â Stefano asked, his tone dropping into something dangerously calm. âShe is still an employee of this company. How is she suing us for patent infringement?â Lorenzo blinked, caught off guard, then hesitated before speaking. âSir⌠the Madam, I mean Celeste, resigned days ago. Did you⌠forget?â Stef
(Authorâs POV) Stefano Conti stood frozen, his gaze locked on the empty doorway where Celeste Moretti had just disappeared. A tight knot of unease twisted deep in his chest, growing heavier with every passing second. Just before she vanished, he had seen it clearly, the way her hand flew instinctively to her stomach. Had she hit it when he shoved her? The thought sent a cold rush through his veins. She was supposed to be three months pregnant, yet there had been nothing full or radiant about her. She had looked fragile, almost hollow, her frame too thin, her presence too faint. Instead of carrying life, she had looked like something slowly fading away. âDaddy!â Bianca Conti huffed from the bed, crossing her arms with childish irritation. âStop looking at the door. Are you thinking about that bad woman again?â Stefano blinked, snapping out of his thoughts. He forced a stiff smile onto his face and reached out to pat Biancaâs head, though his attention was already drifting elsewh
(Authorâs POV) Tiziana had spent days trying to win Biancaâs affection, turning over idea after idea in her mind until she finally settled on something extravagant enough to impress both the child and anyone watching. She took Bianca to an open air pool party at a private estate along the Italian coast, a place designed for indulgence and appearances. The result was a disaster. By the time they returned to the city, Bianca was burning with fever, her small body trembling despite the heat of her skin. One look at the thermometer was enough for the family doctor to send them straight to the emergency room. Inside the spotless white examination room, the ER doctor typed quickly into the electronic system before speaking in a detached, clinical tone. âMild pneumonia with a bronchial infection. She needs to be admitted immediately for observation.â Tizianaâs hands twisted together as panic flooded her face. âIs it serious?â The doctor paused, lowering his gaze toward her with a quie
(First Person POV â Tiziana) The Italian restaurant was quiet at noon, wrapped in white tablecloths and soft piano music that softened every expression and made even the faintest crack in a voice feel delicate. I chose it deliberately, because a place like this turned tears into something almost elegant, something people did not question too closely. It took me three days to get Serena to sit across from me like this. Three days of carefully timed calls, gentle persistence, a few soft sobs placed exactly where they would have the most effect, and a subtle reminder that we were practically family whether she wanted to admit it or not. âI just need you to understand,â I said, letting my voice tremble as I met her eyes, âI am not that kind of woman. I would never deliberately destroy a marriage. Never.â Serena shifted slightly in her seat, her fingers brushing the rim of her glass. âTiziana, I didnât say you did.â âBut youâve been avoiding me,â I pressed, lifting a folded napkin to
She corrected herself, catching the professional name I now used. "Please fill these out in the lounge area. W-4, NDA, and insurance enrollment." I took the clipboard and settled onto a sleek leather sofa. As I uncapped my pen, voices drifted from the nearby cubicles. "Did you see her?" a woman whispered, not nearly as quietly as she thought. "Is that the new Executive Assistant for the VP?" "Must be," another replied with a giggle. "Look at that outfit. She looks more like a fashion blogger than an employee. There is no way she is here for actual work." "Probably some executiveâs eye candy. I give her a week before she breaks a nail." I did not shrink. I paused, my pen hovering over the paper, then slowly turned my head. My eyes locked onto the brunette leading the gossip. I said nothing. I simply arched a brow and let a faint, cold smirk curl on my lips, a silent warning that spoke louder than words. She blinked, her mouth snapping shut instantly. Silence spread across the c
(Celesteâs POV) Stefano shot up from the chair, his face a mask of dark fury. He paced the length of the VIP hospital suite, his expensive leather shoes clicking sharply against the linoleum. "If you are actually pregnant, Celeste, why the hell would you joke about it?" he snapped, spinning around to point a finger at me. "Is this jealousy? Are you that angry? You do not use an unborn Conti heir as a bargaining chip. That is low, even for you." I sat perfectly still, watching him unravel. "You will take this check," he commanded, his voice dropping into a growl. "Ten million dollars. And I am adding a clause. I will use my personal network in the medical field. I guarantee a stem cell donor for Luca within two months." I narrowed my eyes, studying the man I had once loved. It was almost laughable. He was hopelessly devoted to Tiziana, yet completely obsessed with the idea of the child I supposedly carried. The thought twisted in my stomach. Would he take the baby after birth
(Celeste Morettiâs POV)The VIP ward was so quiet I couldnât hear the hum of a single machine. The air didnât smell of antiseptic, but of fresh lilies arranged in a crystal vase.Leo leaned back against the plush pillows, his lips pale, and he looked at me with hesitant eyes.âThe mysterious sponso
(Authorâs POV) Stefano Conti was jerked awake by the harsh ringing of his phone. The digital clock read 5:00 AM, and his heart pounded heavily in his chest. Only a disaster of serious magnitude could justify a call at such an hour. He grabbed his phone, his expression darkening when he saw it wa
(Celeste Morettiâs POV) His voice echoed up the stairwell. I felt nothing. I looked down at him. He was kneeling on the landing below, Tiziana pressed tightly against his chest, his hands trembling as they cupped her face like she might slip away if he let go. My mother shoved past me and grab
(Author's POV) No one in the Contifamily iMessage group noticed when Celeste Moretti quietly left. Not that anyone would have. Adelina used the group maybe twice a week to share videos of Bianca Conti at her riding lessons or ballet recitals, and the rest of the family treated it like background







