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Milan jolted awake, her heart racing as remnants of a nightmare clung to her thoughts. In her dream, she was running and blood was gushing out of her, yet she kept urging herself to run, leap, and escape. But as the fog of unconsciousness lifted, a startling realization hit her. It was not a nightmare. It was her harsh reality. “My baby…” she whispered, instinctively placing her hand over her stomach, her thoughts swirling with concern. She didn't know if her baby survived and how long she might have been out. Just then, a nurse entered with a gentle smile, carrying a tray. But Milan was lost in her thoughts, trying to piece together how she had ended up here. “Signorina, I’m so relieved you survived. You’re such a fighter,” the nurse said warmly, her eyes lighting up with genuine care. She was the one who treated Vito and was tasked by the hospital to be in sole care of Milan while she was in a coma. Milan’s gaze flickered to the entrance, and she mustered the stren
“You need to see a doctor. Your wounds are open, and you don’t look well,” Jay asserted, glancing at Vito as he navigated through traffic. Meanwhile, Vito's mind was chaotic. A lingering sense of dread consumed him, but he couldn’t pinpoint why. When he remained silent, Jay pressed, “I’m taking you to the hospital.” “Take me home. I have a doctor there,” he replied firmly. Jay let out a frustrated sigh, taking in Vito's bloodied shirt and exhausted demeanor. “I said I wouldn't ask questions during our timeouts, but this time I can't hold back.” “No questions,” Vito snapped, briefly shutting his eyes against fatigue. “Just take me to the estate.” Jay nodded. He knew the Salvatore Family ancestral mansion's location from a previous visit Vito had made with him. After Jay dropped him at the estate, Vito thanked him for the ride and promised to reach out soon. Jay said goodbye and drove off. Inside the house, Thomas, Alessandro, and Raphael stood uneasy, shivering as t
Suddenly, he grabbed her neck, choking her again. “You have such strong feelings about my brother, so I can’t help but wonder if you’re truly carrying his child,” Antonio said, a mix of curiosity and tension in his voice. As he studied her captivating eyes, with trembling lips that hinted at secrets yet to be revealed, he couldn't help but understand why every man he knew was obsessed with her. She was breathtaking. He decided right there to make her his willing toy. “I don't care who the baby's father is. The child must die.” Antonio declared. Milan’s gaze hardened. She shook her head, crying out loud for the first time. “Please spare my baby. You can’t do this to me. This is a violent crime that can land you in jail!” Antonio booted her, and before she could shield her stomach, the impact already landed. “How dare you teach me law!” He snapped. “I’m the cop here. You are just a dropout!” Milan felt a sharp pain in her stomach, the piercing cramps nearly causing
To keep Mateo alive, show up at Angels Den unaccompanied. Reading those words plunged Milan’s heart into pure terror. There is no running from the torment I have built for you, Milano. That specific notification was the one that had dropped earlier in the morning, slightly waking Vito. Milan had overlooked it then, desperately trying to stay calm for the sake of her baby. Now, helpless confusion took over. She no longer knew what to do. Angels Den belonged to Vito. He would eventually know if she went there. Forcefully inhaling, Milan tried to steady her racing pulse. She had to remain calm for the child growing inside her. But, agonizing indecision paralyzed her mind. Should I actually show up? Is Angels Den still within Vito’s control? What if this is a trap? Something must have happened. Was walking straight into a trap the only way to save Mateo? A sudden, sharp vibration made her jerk violently. Her phone was ringing. The screen displayed an unknown n
Aurora, the no-touch, no-speaking autistic kid, lay soundly asleep in Kathleen's arms. The same little girl who would only hug him. Vito felt a surge of panic that consumed his whole body. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Did Kathleen do something to her? He blinked back his initial shock. Just then, Kathleen stirred awake, her eyes locking onto his horrified expression. “Hi,” she said drowsily. “I didn’t know you were here.” Without a word, Vito closed the distance between them and swiftly took his daughter from her grasp, as though she were some wicked witch who had enchanted Aurora. He backed away, putting space between them while his cold stare pinned Kathleen in place. Awakened by the sudden movement, Aurora blinked in surprise but smiled upon recognizing Vito, she gradually settled back into sleep. He was her favorite person in the entire world, and with him, she always felt safe. Kathleen observed their interaction with keen interest. This wa
“Did you get hurt trying to save her from Antonio?” Milan confronted Vito. Her gaze didn’t waver as she demanded the truth. She felt like it was her right to know. “Was it all because of me?” “It’s just business,” Vito said to avoid her question. In that beat of silence, a jagged memory of last night stabbed at him. His chest constricted as he recalled the sound of her shuddering breaths, and how she sobbed into her pillow. He knew she’d loathe him if she ever discovered he’d bugged her room. That lens was hidden in every expensive painting in the room and in the jewelry he bought for her. Even though he did all of these for her safety, the guilt gnawed at him. The silence between them pushed to the limit. “Business?” Milan’s laugh cut through the room’s heavy air. She pointed at bandages all over him. “You expect me to believe this doesn't have anything to do with Antonio? Or me?” She’d learned from Andrea that last night he suffered second-degree burns to save Kat
Milan could hardly breathe. Having Vito’s powerful presence standing before her was overwhelming. Too overwhelming. His eyes looked darker than ever, smoldering with an intensity that gave her a fleeting, dangerous thought: that he wanted to kiss her.Damn it if that didn’t send heat flooding betwe
The house felt strangely hollow that evening. Milan stood by the dressing table, slipping on a pale blue dress that fit as if it had been made for her. Every piece of clothing Vito had brought her seemed to match her size perfectly, except the shoes and watches, which were slightly large but sti
“You need to stop drinking,” Vito finally spoke to Milan, his voice low, controlled, but with a touch of rage. “You’re hurting yourself.”She scoffed, grabbing her glass from him. “Oh? Don’t tell me you’re going to forbid me from drinking too.” Before she could take another sip, Vito reached out, t
Vito left Milan with the rest of his people to meet the Minister. Vincenzo was able to arrange this meeting because his father was a top politician. Besides, the old crook owed him a favor, and within hours, Antonio’s transfer to a local police station outside Milano, Italy was arranged. After the







