LOGIN“Nina, I know you don’t remember everything, but—” “I do.” He stopped. “I remember a lot,” I continued. “Some of it doesn’t make sense yet. That’s why I asked for you the moment I woke up.” Luca’s expression softened. “Then tell me.” “Let’s get some air.” I pushed myself to my feet, but my legs felt weaker than I expected. Luca immediately reached for me, and I held onto his arm as we slowly made our way outside. The garden was quiet, the morning air cool against my skin. We found a seat beneath the shade and I lowered myself carefully. Luca sat beside me. For a moment, I didn’t know where to begin. “I remember Mom.” His face changed. “And Dad. I remember you.” I swallowed. “Gabriella too.” Luca looked down. “I remember the accident,” I said. “Mom was driving so fast. She was scared. I didn’t understand why at the time, but she kept looking in the mirror.” I closed my eyes, trying to hold onto the memory. “My sister was in the front seat. I reme
“Get the maids. Have her cleaned up and dressed. And get Rosa to prepare something light immediately,” Enzo said. I looked at him. “I can take care of myself now.” “You’re still too weak.” “I don’t feel that weak.” He gave me a look. “Or would you rather I do it myself?” I stared at him. “You wouldn’t dare.” A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Bruno cleared his throat. “I’ll get the maids.” He left before either of us could say anything else. Enzo walked to the wardrobe, picked out a clean shirt and trousers, then disappeared into the bathroom. Five minutes later, he was dressed and adjusting his watch when Rosa entered with two other maids. “I’ll be right outside if you need anyth
This jerk. That was the first thing he could say to me? I stepped closer. “That’s the first thing you planned to say to me after five months?” His eyes stayed on mine. We were close enough now that I could feel his breath against my face, his chest rising and falling beneath his shirt. “I—” His hand lifted slowly, almost as if he was afraid I would disappear if he moved too quickly. His fingers barely reached my cheek before I pulled away. Then he stopped immediately. Something changed in his eyes. They were wet, close enough that I could see what he was trying to hold back. “I’m really glad you’re up, Tesoro.” His voice was quiet. Before I could respond, he pulled me into his arms. I went stiff. His arms tightened around me, his face pressing briefly against my hair. “You can resent me,” he whispered. “You can do whatever you want to me. Just give me this moment, please.” I didn’t hug him back. But I didn’t push him away either. He let out a dee
NINA’S POV I woke up in the middle of the night. The first thing I saw was a ceiling I almost didn’t recognize. I blinked slowly, trying to understand where I was, then turned my head and found a woman standing beside the bed with a tray in her hands. She froze. The tray nearly slipped from her fingers. For a second, she just stared at me. Then she dropped it on the table and rushed out of the room. I frowned. A few seconds later, she returned with a doctor. He came straight to the bed, checking my eyes, my pulse, asking me questions I answered with nods whenever I could. “Do you know where you are?” I looked around the room. I knew it. The room looked different from the last time I remembered seeing it, but I knew the walls, the curtains, the furniture. Enzo’s master bedroom. Only this room looked more like a hospital now, with machines beside the bed and wires attached to me. “How long have I been here?” I asked. The doctor looked at the nurse before turning back t
ENZO’S POV By the time we reached Milan, the sun was already beginning to sink. Bruno was waiting outside the station, standing beside the car with the engine running. From the look of it, the driver had been sitting there for hours, ready for the moment I arrived. I barely acknowledged them before getting into the back seat. Bruno handed me a bottle of water as he climbed into the passenger seat. “You should drink something, sir.” I twisted the cap open and took several long gulps. I hadn’t realized how thirsty I was. “Is she still there?” Bruno turned slightly in his seat. “Yes, sir.” I looked out the window. It was a ridiculous question. Where else would Nina be? But after
Hello, my lovely readers! Okay… we’re back. If you’ve been wondering when we were going to return to Nina and Enzo, I KNOW. You’ve just spent quite a bit of time with Giulia, Dimitri, Nico and all the chaos happening around them, and I know some of you have probably been sitting there between comments like, “T. Hush… where is Nina?!” Trust me, I heard you. But now it’s time. We’re going back to Nina and Enzo. And this time, we’re not leaving them behind again. Before we jump back in, though, I want you to understand why I took the story through Giulia’s side of the world. What happened in Rome wasn’t just a random detour. The Russian situation, Ricci, Dimitri’s political plans, Gabby, Volkov, Nico, and everything that happened behind the scenes are all pieces of a much bigger picture. Some of those pieces may not seem connected to Nina yet. But they will. And that’s what I want you to watch for from this point forward. Because while everyone in Rome was dealing with the







