LOGINVincent's POV.Last night was a mess.There was no other way to describe it.Adriana and I had argued. She had seen me walking out of Stella’s apartment and then the lipstick mark on my cheek.This was all just part of Stella's manipulative streakMy jaw tightened as I thought about it again.What was she even doing there in the first place?That question kept bothering me, but deep down, I knew it didn’t matter. It didn’t change anything.The damage was already done.Still… I told myself I could fix it.I always fixed things.Adriana would calm down. She always did.I just needed time but even as that thought crossed my mind, something about it didn’t feel right.If she knew everything, I don't think I can simply smooth over with words or gifts.I woke up alone.That alone was enough to put me in a bad mood.Adriana hadn’t come back to the room last night. At first, I told myself she was just being dramatic. She probably went to one of the guest rooms to cool off but morning came… and
Adriana’s POVThe ride back to the mansion felt endless.I didn’t speak.I didn’t look at Luca.I didn’t even trust my voice enough to try.Everything inside me felt… heavy.Like my chest was carrying too much at once.The moment the car came to a stop, I opened the door immediately and stepped out without waiting.I just needed to be alone.I walked straight into the mansion, my steps quick, almost rushed.“Welcome back, Mrs...” Lisa’s voice barely reached me before I raised my hand, stopping her.“I’m not in the mood,” I said quietly.My voice wasn’t loud, but it was enough.She went silent immediately.I didn’t even look at her.“Adriana… will you be okay?” Luca’s voice came from behind me.I paused for a second, then I kept walking.I didn’t answer.I couldn’t.Because if I did… I might break.The moment I stepped into my room, I closed the door behind me and leaned against it.My eyes shut tightly.For a second, everything hit me all over again.Stella.The way she smiled at me.
Adriana's POV.I was furious.Not just angry or hurt.Furious.The kind of anger that sits deep in your chest and burns slowly, mixing with pain until you can’t tell which one hurts more.How could he say that to me?After everything we had just fixed.I thought we had moved past it. I really did. I believed him. I believed in us but now… I felt stupid.Stupid for forgiving him.Stupid for trusting him.Stupid for thinking things could ever really be okay.I wrapped my arms around myself as I walked back toward the waiting area. When I entered the waiting room, my steps slowed.Luca was there.Sitting quietly, leaning back in his chair, one arm resting on the armrest, the other loosely on his lap. His head was slightly tilted down, like he was lost in thought.For a moment, I stopped.I considered turning back.I didn’t think I had the strength to be alone in the same space as him. Not after what Vincent had just said.But before I could turn...“Adriana.”My name.Soft, but enough to
Vincent's POV.I had to drive myself.Normally, I never went anywhere alone. There was always a driver. Always security. Always eyes watching, reporting and questioning but tonight, I couldn’t afford that.My grip tightened slightly on the steering wheel as I drove through the quiet streets. The city lights blurred past me, but I barely noticed them. My mind was somewhere else entirely.At the hospital. With Adriana. With my father.Then… with her.Stella.My jaw clenched.Everything had started falling apart the moment I slept with her to get back at Adriana. I shouldn't have let it happen again. I should have cut her off completely after the first time. I should have never let it get this far but I did. Now I was here fixing a problem I created or at least I was trying to.The thought of Adriana crossed my mind again.The look on her face earlier. The disappointment. The hurt.The worst part?She had no idea.A bitter breath left my lips.“Just handle this,” I muttered to myself. “
Vincent's POV.I stood there in silence, my body completely still, but my mind was anything but still.Luca walked past me like I didn’t exist.Not even a glance. Not even a pause.Nothing.The sound of his shoes against the polished floor echoed in the quiet hallway as he walked straight toward the private room, like he belonged there.Like he had every right to be there.My jaw tightened.Why did he have to come back?Out of all the times… Out of all the moments…Why now?More importantly…Why did my father ask for him?Not me.Him.Something twisted in my chest, sharp and bitter.I didn’t think. I just moved. I walked straight toward the door, my steps fast, my anger rising with every second.I wasn’t going to stand here like an outsider while my own father chose someone else over meI reached the door and pushed it open slightly but I didn’t get far.Two guards stepped in front of me immediately, blocking my way.My expression darkened.“Move.”They didn’t.“Sir,” the doctor’s cal
Adriana's POV.I lay in bed beside Vincent, my head resting lightly against his shoulder as soft laughter filled the room.We had been talking for a while now, going back and forth about baby names. It started as a simple conversation, but somehow it turned into playful arguments, teasing, and laughter.“Absolutely not,” I said, shaking my head as I looked up at him. “You are not naming my child Alessandro the Third.”He smirked slightly. “It’s a strong name.”“It’s an old name,” I corrected. “Our child is not a retired mafia boss.”That made him chuckle.The sound was soft, rare and real.I hadn’t heard him laugh like this in a long time.“You’re impossible,” he said, glancing down at me.“And yet, you married me,” I replied.There was a brief silence after that. Not uncomfortable. Not tense. Just quiet.His hand moved slowly, resting over mine, and without thinking, I guided it down to my stomach.A small smile touched my lips.“Our baby,” I whispered softly.Vincent didn’t respond







