Mag-log in(Celeste's POV)"Neither did I."I had been surprised when Vincenzo spread the old family records across the study desk and slowly ran his finger down a long list of names I had never heard before. When I asked him why he did not simply use the full name, he looked up at me and said that he thought a nickname felt closer.That was all he said, but somehow, those few words stayed with me. I did not know what to say for a while because I had never expected him to care so much about something as simple as a baby's nickname.The hospital room was busy during the first few days after the birth. Eleanor and Guglielmo came together, both dressed as though they were attending something extremely important, which, I suppose, they were. Grandmother Joyce came with the family, while the Romanos sent flowers and a card before eventually coming to visit us themselves. Before long, the room was crowded, warm, and full of people talking over one another while everyone wanted to see the baby.By the
(Author's POV)Adelina's room was dim and quiet, with only the steady beeping of the monitors breaking the silence. Stefano sat beside her bed and looked at his mother's face. She looked so still, with only the faint rise and fall of her chest showing that she was still breathing.He had brought Tiziana into this house. He had trusted her and defended her, allowing her to live in the same place his mother had loved for so many years. Now, sitting beside Adelina's bed, he could not stop thinking about how badly he had failed her.He lowered his head until his forehead rested gently against his mother's hand. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I'm so sorry. I did this. I brought her here, and I didn't see what was happening until it was too late, and I'm..."The heart monitor suddenly beeped faster. A nurse hurried into the room and gently touched Stefano's shoulder."Sir, you should step outside."Stefano slowly stood up. He did not look back at his mother because he
(Celeste's POV)I stood in the hallway for a moment, trying to decide whether I should go back into the study, but I eventually changed my mind and went upstairs.(Author's POV)Vincenzo spent almost an hour on the phone with Benny, going over everything carefully. He worked through the facts one by one, starting with what they already knew and then looking at what made the most sense. Neil Dawson had tried to blackmail Celeste and failed, so he had fled to Australia. When he returned, he did not go after Celeste again, which most likely meant he had realised she was no longer an easy target and had decided to find someone else instead.Tiziana's position as Richard Argenteri's daughter was well known in certain circles, so Neil would have known exactly who she was. Unlike Celeste, Tiziana had much more to lose and far more resources at her disposal. Neil had received his payment, and then Neil had died."There's one thing I've noticed," Vincenzo said calmly. "The second time is alway
(Celeste's POV)I reached over and gently patted Carmelita's arm. âYou look happy, though.âShe was quiet for a moment before giving me a small smile. âYeah,â she admitted softly. âI kind of am.âI smiled back and decided not to say anything else. Some things were better left alone, especially when someone was finally allowing herself to enjoy a little happiness.Around the same time, Sebastian ran into Vincenzo at the open-air restaurant. I only heard about their conversation later, and I got two completely different versions of what happened. According to Vincenzo, he had simply been enjoying his afternoon coffee when he made a few harmless observations about married life. According to Sebastian, he had been sitting across from a man who clearly wanted to ruin his afternoon.âHe sat there with his espresso and said, completely out of nowhere, that once the baby arrives, he and Celeste will not have as much time alone together, but that having a complete family makes it worth it,â Se
(Author's POV)âI am three months pregnant,â Celeste reminded him.âI know.â Vincenzo's voice became quieter as he stepped closer to her. âBut the doctor's clearance will not last forever, and when it runs out...ââDo not threaten me.ââI am not threatening you.â He reached up and gently tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, his thumb brushing lightly against her jaw. âI am making you a promise.âCeleste's face grew warm. She quickly pulled her collar back into place and stepped out of his reach, putting the kitchen island between them.âWe are going to the island with Sebastian and Carmelita,â she said firmly. âThat is settled.âVincenzo watched her retreat with an amused expression. âSettled,â he agreed.From the way he looked at her, Celeste knew the conversation was not over in his mind.Elsewhere, Sebastian was walking out of his firm's parking garage when his phone rang. He answered without checking the screen.âYou know,â Vincenzo said without bothering with a greet
(Celeste's POV)Chloe watched me for a moment before speaking. âDoes it bother you when I bring up all of this, especially the things that happened in the past?âI shook my head. âNo, honestly, it does not.ââBecause if Stefano had known from the beginning that you were the real Romano heir...â Chloe stopped for a moment, as though she was choosing her words carefully. âHe never would have gone through with the divorce. You know that, right?ââProbably not,â I admitted.âDoes that not make you angry?â she asked. âHe would have stayed if he knew about your family name and money, even though he could not be bothered to stay for you?âI thought about her question seriously. It was something I had avoided thinking about for a long time, but now I finally allowed myself to face it.âIf he needed my bloodline and my family name to want me, then he was never worth keeping in the first place,â I said quietly. âThe marriage was already over before the divorce became official. It just took me a
(Celeste Morettiâs POV) He looked up. "What is it?" "I think we shouldâ" His phone rang. His assistant's name lit up the screen. He held up one finger and answered, already pressing his fingers to his temple as the voice on the other end escalated into obvious crisis. He snapped back at whoever
(Celeste Morettiâs POV) Stefano didnât come home last night. Neither did Bianca. After her husbandâs death, Tiziana had claimed that staying at the Conti estate brought back too many painful memories, so sheâd moved into a luxury penthouse downtown. Where Stefano and Bianca had spent the night,
(Celeste Morettiâs POV) The video showed Cerviniaâs snow-covered mountains in the background, picture-perfect and postcard-pretty. Bianca stood between Stefano and Tiziana, bundled in an expensive pink ski jacket I didnât recognize. She was holding a half-eaten gelato cone, her face bright with h
(Celeste Morettiâs POV) I woke to the steady, mechanical beeping of the hospital monitors and the sharp scent of disinfectant that made my stomach twist. My head throbbed violently, every pulse reminding me of the fall. For a fleeting moment, I tried to place myself, but my mind was a haze until







