로그인CHAPTER 78: Giovanni’s POVA week was enough time for the house to quiet down, but not enough for anything that mattered to disappear. Nothing about this was normal anymore, and the moment I stood outside her door and saw her through the slight opening, I knew exactly why.She wasn’t in bed.She stood by the window, one hand resting against the frame, her posture careful, like she had already decided she wasn’t going to let her body dictate how she carried herself. The light fell across her skin in a way that made everything sharper, more defined, and for a second I didn’t move, not because I was unsure, but because I was taking her in fully, the fact that she was standing, breathing, alive, settling somewhere deep in my chest in a way I hadn’t allowed myself to process all week.I pushed the door open slowly and stepped inside, closing it behind me without breaking my focus on her. She turned before I said anything, like she felt me, like she had gotten used to sensing me even when I
CHAPTER 77: Mirabella’s POVWaking this time felt different. There was no drifting, no slipping in and out of shadows that didn’t make sense. Pain followed immediately. It wasn’t sharp at first, just heavy, deep, like my body didn’t quite belong to me yet. Then it spread, blooming through my side, my chest tightening as I took a careful breath, the ache grounding me in a way nothing else could. I was alive.The room was dim, lit by soft, controlled lighting that didn’t hurt my eyes. A low, steady beeping filled the silence, rhythmic, anchoring everything around me. It took a second longer for the details to settle, for familiarity to click into place. This wasn’t a hospital. The ceiling was too high. The walls too carefully designed. Giovanni’s mansion. Of course it was.My gaze shifted slowly, taking in what I could without moving too much. The room had been transformed. Equipment lined one side, a chair pulled close to the bed. They’d made this into a place to keep me alive. The th
CHAPTER 76: Giovanni’s POVThe night didn’t end when the shooting stopped.It followed me home, clinging to my skin, soaking into my clothes, settling deep in my chest like something unfinished, something still breathing. By the time the gates opened and the car tore through the estate, my hands were slick with her blood, drying in some places, still warm in others, a reminder I couldn’t shake even if I tried.I didn’t wait for the car to come to a full stop. The moment it slowed, I was already out, carrying her inside like letting go for even a second might be the thing that killed her.“Move,” I snapped, my voice cutting through the chaos as staff scrambled out of the way. “Now.”The medical team was already rushing toward us, alerted the second we hit the gates, but it still wasn’t fast enough. Nothing felt fast enough. Their hands hovered, waiting for permission I wasn’t ready to give.“Sir, we need to take her—”“No.”The word came out sharp. A doctor stepped forward anyway, ste
CHAPTER 75: Mirabella’s POVThere was no pain at first, no light either, just something thick and endless, like being suspended in a place that had no beginning and no edge. It wasn’t darkness in the way I understood it, because darkness had shape and depth, while this felt heavier, like it pressed in from all sides without ever quite touching, like something waiting for me to notice it.For a long time, there was nothing else.Then something shifted.A sound filtered through the stillness, faint and distant, as though it didn’t belong to me. It came and went, slipping through whatever this place was, a low, steady rhythm that didn’t make sense yet, not loud enough to understand and not close enough to feel real. I didn’t reach for it, didn’t even question it, because questioning required effort and effort felt too far away.And then a door slammed.The sound cracked through everything, sharp and sudden, and just like that, the emptiness changed into something I recognized before I co
CHAPTER 74: Giovanni’s POVThe formation is wrong.I see it before the cars even come to a full stop.The spacing is too clean, too intentional. The lead vehicle cuts across the road with precision, the rear tightening just enough to make it look like containment instead of coincidence. It’s controlled. Staged.This isn’t Marco trying to run.This is Marco waiting.“Boss,” Carlos mutters from the driver’s seat, eyes scanning the mirrors, the angles, the dark structures lining the road. “You want us to close in now?”I don’t answer immediately.Something in my chest has already gone cold.I’ve seen setups like this before. Enough times to know when the board isn’t mine anymore. The road is too open. The buildings too empty. Too many blind spots that don’t belong to me.“We box them in now?” Lorenzo presses from the back.I should say no.I should pull back, reposition, drag this into terrain I control.Then I see her.Mirabella stands beside the SUV, the headlights catching the edge of
CHAPTER 73: Mirabella’s POV I woke before they came for me.It wasn’t noise that pulled me out of sleep. It was instinct. The house felt different, too alert, too arranged. I lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling, listening to the subtle shift of movement beyond my door. Footsteps. Controlled. Deliberate. Not routine.So this is it.I didn’t panic. Panic is for people who don’t understand the game.I sat up slowly and smoothed my hair back. If Marco was moving me, it meant one thing: Giovanni’s pressure was working. And that meant something else entirely.Giovanni was getting closer.The door opened without a knock. Two guards stepped in and they not the usual ones. These were new, I hadn’t seen their faces around. Good. That meant Marco was nervous.He appeared behind them a second later, adjusting his cufflinks like we were leaving for dinner instead of orchestrating a relocation.“You’re up,” he observed.“I don’t sleep heavy,” I replied evenly.His gaze scanned the room
CHAPTER 66: Giovanni’s POV DOMINICI didn’t announce myself.I never did with Marco. Didn’t need to. The Belluci house still remembered my footsteps, even if he liked to pretend it didn’t.Two guards stiffened when they saw me. Hands twitching. Eyes sharp but nobody spoke.Good. They knew better.
CHAPTER 63: Mirabella’s POV The moonlight cut through the curtains, spilling over the bed in pale silver. Tuscany was quiet in that way that made your heartbeat sound too loud. Giovanni’s arm was still draped around my waist, heavy and possessive, his breathing slow and even against my
CHAPTER 62- Giovanni’s POV I watched her clutch the phone, knuckles white, but her spine straight. She was fit to be my queen. My woman didn’t crumble, she stared down the devil and dared him to blink first. And Christ, I was proud of her for it.That smug bastard. Calling my wife in the
CHAPTER 61- Mirabella’s POV My body went cold the second I heard his name.Marco. What the fuck did he want now? There was always something fucking happening in this world.The sound alone was enough to drag me back. Back to the night Papa died. The crack of the gun still lived







