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“I tried to stay away from you,” Milan continued weakly. “I tried so hard after Giovanni died. After everything fell apart. But every time you touched me—” She broke down again. “And then Mateo died too.”The room fell silent except for her crying.Vito rested his forehead lightly against hers, his voice rough with restrained emotion.“I have nothing to do with Mateo’s death.”“I know.”Milan’s tears soaked into his shirt as she whispered the thought that had been haunting her most.“Sometimes I think God is punishing us for killing Giovanni.”Vito’s hand moved slowly through her long hair.“No,” he told her firmly. “If there’s punishment here… it should fall on me alone.”But Milan shook her head instantly.“That’s the problem,” she whispered. “Even now, I still can’t hate you the way I should.”“I’m so sorry,” he murmured against her hair. “For everything.”His hand mov
Vito stood in the hallway, his back against the cold wall as his memory drifted backward. To the days after Luca’s death.Back then, shock and bloodshed had consumed his life completely. The moment he killed his uncle and stepped into the role of future Godfather, his world became survival, power, and war. His mind began discarding everything it deemed unnecessary. He forgot faces, memories, and feelings—even Milan. The realization terrified him more than any enemy ever had.He remembered waking one morning and struggling to picture her face clearly.Remembering the sound of her laughter but not the exact curve of her smile. It had angered him in a way nothing else could.So he clung to what he could.Her old Blackberry password.A stupid six digits number she once accused him of memorizing because he was “annoyingly obsessed with invading her privacy.”He changed his home password to it because
The question settled between them like a loaded weapon.Vito wanted to answer, but she already stepped away from him and into the dimly lit entrance. Milan felt cold and frightened. “So you knew?” She asked, tears gathering in her eyes. “You’ve endured a lot today. Go upstairs and rest.” Vito said, shunning her questions. She held his gaze, and for a fleeting moment, she saw traces of the boy she once knew beneath the ruthless man standing before her now. The boy who used to pull her braids just to annoy her. The boy who fought anyone who made her cry. The boy who turned every ordinary school day into chaos and excitement. How time flies… The thought ached inside her chest. Milan nodded faintly. “Goodnight,” she said. Vito’s gaze lingered on her face. “I’ll still see you tonight.” The certainty in his voice unsettled her, but she didn’t respond.
Milan’s fingers curled tightly in her lap as the logo silence inside the car stretched between them. The low hum of the engine only made her thoughts louder.Was he quiet because he was angry?Or because he felt guilty?Her throat tightened at the thought.The voices from the funeral kept replaying in her head like a curse she couldn’t escape. “Vito shot Mateo out of jealousy.”“He wanted Milano for himself.”“Mateo got dragged into Antonio’s trap because of him.”Milan hated that the rumors were getting to her. She truly despised that a part of her was beginning to question things she had desperately tried not to question before.Her eyes shifted slightly toward Vito. His hands rested firmly on the steering wheel, and his chiseled jaw was tense. His gaze was fixed on the empty road ahead, pretending not to notice her watching. She first met him when she was fourteen years old. To everyo
At Mateo’s funeral, the atmosphere hung heavy with deep sorrow, each attendee dressed in their finest black attire as a sign of respect. Milan wore the elegant black dress that Vito had chosen for her, coupled with the delicate ruby heart pendant. The air in the hall was thick with grief, and Vito made Milan sit on his right side and Aurora on his left, presenting a façade of unity. Whispers stirred among the guests, as many had expected Kathleen to sit by Vito's side. None of them were expecting Milan to occupy the seat because they assumed she was dating Mateo. The contrast left them surprised and disappointed. Speculation buzzed about her absence until they saw her behind, receiving guests. This further fueled rumors about her relationship with the Godfather. Though some reporters couldn’t breach the gathering, their friends who were able to get inside whispered insights that instantly turned into headlines. Milan felt the weight of the stares that lingered
Vito felt an ache in his chest when he came across Milan’s older brother’s posts online. They were filled with heartfelt sentiments about how much they missed her and pleading for help to bring her home. These posts were remnants from when she had just eloped. A time that surely felt bittersweet now. Recent comments on those posts had shifted to discussions about the unsettling events at Angels Den, alongside rumors that Mateo was involved with someone who perhaps looked like his sister, who was lost to them forever. They even went so far as to mention her ties to the underworld, along with Giovanni and others.Someone posted Milan’s picture from when she worked as a waitress at Angels Den.Are you her brother?That particular comment went viral more than every other comment under the post, even the post itself. It felt like a chaotic whirlwind online.Vito recognized the profound impact this revelation must have had on her family. They were learning about her in such a public ma
The words were out before he seemed to consider them fully. Vito opened his mouth again, clearly about to retract the offer, thinking she’d refuse, or worse, be uncomfortable. “I’ll stay,” Milan said, catching him off guard. Vito blinked. She met his intense gaze even as her heart raced. “Just fo
Vito stood by the window, his tall frame outlined by the vague light of the city outside. The glass of Antinori in his hand gleamed dark red, the liquid swirling lazily as though mocking the turmoil inside him. His palm, still wrapped in the torn fabric Milan had used to stop his bleeding, pulsed f
Mateo’s expression darkened as the memory surfaced unbidden. The way Vito had carried Milan that first day. The possessiveness. The intimacy. The unmistakable claim in his tone and actions even though he swore he wasn't her lover. “What do you think he’ll do,” he added, his voice dropping lower th
Vito woke to a soft, insistent tapping on his bedroom door. For a brief second he let himself believe it was Aurora following their morning routine. He glanced at the small clock on his bedside table and froze. It was still too early for the little girl to be up. The wine from the night before and t







