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Chapter 4

Author: Eternity
I woke facedown in the Valenti clinic, my back and ribs aching with every breath.

“Tessa.” Nico rose from the bedside, his shirt wrinkled and his eyes bloodshot. He reached toward my face, then stopped. “Where does it hurt? I'll get the doctor.”

He was afraid to touch a bruise his own family had given me.

I looked away.

“The Donatis wanted you executed,” he said. “If I'd taken you out by force, the Commission would have sided with them. I accepted the punishment to save your life.”

“Look at me, Nico. Do you believe I hurt Gia?”

He hesitated. “Gia was bruised, Alessia named you, and the digitalis came from your clinic. I want to believe you, but how am I supposed to explain that?”

I turned away as tears escaped.

“Get out.”

He tried to take my hand. “Once the boy is born, I can surrender the succession. I'll take you to the coast you've always wanted to see. No more Chicago winters.”

His voice softened. “Everything will be as it was.”

He was planning where we would live. I was wondering when I could walk without pain.

I turned my back to him.

“Sleep,” he said, smoothing my hair. “The doctor says you may develop a fever. I'll stay tonight.”

The door opened. Marco stood there, visibly shaken.

“Mr. Valenti, Miss Donati is having contractions. She refuses everyone except you.”

Nico's hand paused. He looked toward the door, then back at me.

“I'll make sure she's stable and come straight back.”

He tucked the blanket around me. “Wait for me.”

He did not return.

The next afternoon, I insisted on being discharged. Rain poured over the private clinic. My ride request was canceled at the security gate; outside drivers were not allowed into the restricted Valenti district.

The receptionist called the estate. Nico said he would collect me himself.

Half an hour later, his armored sedan arrived. Alessia sat beside him with Gia, his hand on her shoulder.

“Tessa can hate me, but Gia is innocent,” Alessia said. “When she comes near, I see those bruises. Please don't make us share a car.”

Nico looked at my injuries, then handed me an umbrella.

“The Donati convoy was attacked yesterday. Alessia's safe house isn't secure. I'll take them to the estate and come back.”

“Can't Marco drive them? I just left a hospital bed.”

“Don't argue. She cannot handle more stress.” He pressed the umbrella into my hand. “Thirty minutes. I promise.”

The sedan drove away.

An hour passed. I asked the receptionist for another family car. The dispatcher said Nico had ordered me to wait for him.

By dark, my phone was dead. I borrowed the reception phone and called Nico five times. On the sixth, his bodyguard disconnected me.

When the reception wing closed for the night, I opened the umbrella and left.

The main road was flooded. I took the winding service route, every step pulling at my injuries.

Halfway home, I slipped on loose stone and fell into muddy water. The umbrella snapped. Rain soaked my clothes and ran into wounds that had not yet closed.

Once, ten minutes of lateness made Nico send a convoy for me. Now I had been missing for hours.

Near midnight, I reached the estate. Armored cars lined the drive. The ambush had been real.

Alessia's voice drifted from the great room.

“The dressing is soaked again. I can't see the wound properly, and I don't want another strange man touching me. You've helped me before. Please, Nico.”

After a pause, he said, “Sit down.”

Through the partly open door, I saw him kneeling before the sofa. Alessia's silk robe was loosened. He supported her bare waist while cleaning the wound near her breast.

I stood in my soaked coat.

Alessia threaded her fingers into his hair. “Slower.”

“Don't move. You'll tear the stitches.”

Her hand slid to the back of his neck. “When the convoy was attacked, I thought the baby and I would die. Would you have grieved?”

Nico secured the fresh gauze without answering.

Alessia bent and kissed him.

His body went rigid. He did not return the kiss, but neither did he push her away. His hand remained on her naked waist while her robe slipped lower.

Those few seconds stretched without end. Standing in the doorway, I felt all warmth leave my body.
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