Luca’s POV “Mr. Valenti, you have to stay for a day or two,” Dr. Harris' voice echoed behind me, laced with frustration.I didn’t even look back. “I’ll be discharged in a day or two anyway, so what’s the difference?” My tone was flat, and my decision was final.“Your wounds are still healing. If you….”“Then send the treatment to the house,” I cut in, already stepping into the waiting car. “You’re the doctor. So make it work.”The door shut and muffled his unending protests. My chest ached with every breath, I could still feel slight pain under my ribcage, but I could handle just that. What I couldn’t handle was sitting still, letting unanswered questions rot in my head.By the time the driver pulled up to my father’s penthouse on the outskirts of the city, I was wound tight and ready for answers.He was exactly as I expected… Standing near the floor-to-ceiling windows, a glass of wine balanced between his fingers, the city spread out beneath him like he owned it. Maybe he did.But
Nyla's POV Her question startled me.Who are you?For a second, my grip on her throat faltered. My fingers loosened from her throat before I fully realized it. She gasped and stumbled forward, clutching her neck as she gasped for air.I forced a scoff. Trying to hide my nervousness. “You are delusional,” I muttered, stepping back calmly like none of this had bothered me. “What the hell are you even talking about?”But the look in her eyes told me she wasn’t convinced. Selena’s gaze lingered on me, sharp, steady, searching, almost… hungry for an answer.She coughed once, then straightened her posture like nothing had happened, her smudged face sliding back into place. “For someone who claims not to care, you fight like you’ve got something to protect.”I froze, my pulse spiking. She was fishing out something, but she had no idea how close she was to something real. Where did she get this idea about me?“I don’t know what fantasy you’ve cooked up in your head,” I said flatly, brushi
Selena's POV “You can't come in here however you like!” Mr. Williams Valenti reacted at the sound of my heels clicking against the marble floor.This sly old man didn't even need to turn before he could tell I was the one.I let out a humorless laugh as I sat down comfortably on the large leather couch. The penthouse screams of old money, rich and royal all in one place.“What are you scared of? Your son finding out about our little secret?” I smirked, taking out a cigar from my bag as I lit it. I took a few drags from the stick as I released the smoke from my lungs, throwing my head backwards in excitement.“If you are doing this on purpose, I would suggest you stop…” He groaned, sipping from his whiskey glass, and sat down in front of me, his face now serious. “What else do you want, Selena?”I smiled at the way he called my name… Like father, like son.“Now you speak my language…” I whispered, “You see, I can't really observe your daughter-in-law from such a far distance.” “Well,
Luca's POV After Silver suddenly left yesterday, I noticed how her muscles got tense during the news.The Romano family. Five years ago, the family was slaughtered and the mansion was burnt into ash,one of the most powerful Mafia families was reduced to ashes in a single night with no survivors.I sigh.Back then, my father had informed me that a contract between the two families would hold out to restore peace, but the plan never happened.I know it was very disheartening, but why was she acting that way? Why was she overly affected by the news? I kept thinking as she left the ward yesterday, leaving only the faint scent of her perfume.Hopefully, I'll be out of bed soon enough. I picked up my phone, calling my father's number. I haven't been able to reach him since Selena showed up. What could he possibly be hiding?~~~Silver didn't come throughout the next day. I called Matteo about her whereabouts, and he told me she went to work. I was caught off guard when he informed me but d
Nyla’s POV‘Sample A and B are a match.’ It was written boldly on the paper.‘The DNA profiles of sample A and sample B are a 99.99% match.’ I read it silently in my head.I blinked, finding it hard to believe. My knees grew weak, and I suddenly felt dizzy. I should have known.Luca, tell me what the man from that night said. That night was fuzzy and traumatic,I didn’t want to remember what happened, but everything came rushing back to me. His eyes, the way he looked at me, his touch,everything came crushing all at once.It was Luca all along,no wonder I was drawn to him despite how much I wanted to hate him. He is…my child’s father.I didn’t move,I just stood there staring at the white paper.“Mrs. Valenti, is everything okay?” Dr. Harris’s voice suddenly called out, pulling me out of my thoughts.“Oh urm… Yes, everything is okay,” I whispered back, my throat suddenly felt too dry. “Dr. Harri…” I suddenly called him, and he lifted his head from the chart he was observing. “Can you ke
Nyla's POV“Silver….. are you sure you are okay” he asked again.I turned my head slowly,my heart was beating so fast I feared he might have heard it. I tried to stay more neutral.Today was my family's death anniversary,I couldn't even go see them. And those anchors making joke out of the whole things was really cruel.“I'm fine” I muttered quickly this time,the word felt crisp and detached in my mouth.My hands were already pushing against the armrest, lifting me up. “I need to go, it's getting late. You need to rest anyway”“Silver…”“I’ll see you tomorrow.” My tone left no room for argument. Before he could press further, I was already halfway to the door, my body moving on instinct, desperate for distance.The cool air of the hospital corridor hit me, grounding me just enough to keep walking. I didn’t head straight to my car;at least not yet. My feet carried me to the office of the doctor handling the DNA test.He looked up as I knocked lightly and stepped inside. Thankfully he