Chapter 46Aurora didn’t know when it happened.But slowly, Marco became her anchor.They spent breaks together.He helped her with her Italian.She helped him sneak pastries into the library.They laughed. They talked. They survived the long, grueling nursing classes side by side.For the first time in what felt like forever, Aurora felt like herself again.Not Blackwood’s daughter.Not the girl from America with a past she couldn’t erase.Just Aurora.Marco made her feel normal. Safe.But, of course, peace never lasted long in her world.It happened on a quiet Saturday afternoon when Marco walked her to the boutique. They were laughing about something silly when her mother appeared at the entrance, looking her usual dramatic, overdressed self.“Aurora,” her mother drawled, eyeing Marco from head to toe. “And who is this handsome young man?”her mother as she sat with Marco by the old riverbank just outside town. The soft glow of the Italian sunset painted the water in gold, but all
Chapter 45Aurora adjusted her plain white nursing uniform in the mirror, pulling her hair back into a simple bun. It was her first day of classes, and though she had barely slept the night before, there was a strange, unfamiliar flutter in her chest.Nervousness.Hope.Something she hadn’t felt in a long time.Her mother had been unusually supportive, much to Aurora’s surprise.“Nursing? Well, darling, I suppose it’s… cute,” her mother had said with a wrinkle of her nose, sipping her imported martini at breakfast. “But if it makes you feel better about yourself, who am I to judge?”Aurora had rolled her eyes, expecting her mother’s usual snobbery. But then the unexpected happened.Her mother had smiled. Genuinely.“And if you need help? I’ll support you. After all, you’re my only daughter. Maybe it’s time we found you some new friends. Maybe even a nice Italian boyfriend, hmm? I’ve heard nurses attract all kinds of charming doctors.”Aurora had groaned, but secretly, her heart had so
Chapter 44Aurora sat by the café window the next morning, the bitter taste of espresso lingering on her tongue, but even the caffeine couldn’t lift the dull ache in her chest. The streets of Florence bustled outside—tourists snapping photos, lovers holding hands, life moving forward while she remained stuck, frozen in memories she couldn’t erase.The night before clung to her like smoke.Alessandro’s words haunted her more than she wanted to admit.You’re running from yourself.You want an escape?I can give it to you.But Aurora didn’t want another rich man offering her an escape. She had enough of those in America. Enough lies. Enough pain.She tucked her hair behind her ear and tried to focus on the boutique’s inventory sheet on her laptop, but the numbers blurred together. She sighed, closing the file.Her phone buzzed on the table. She glanced at it.Unknown number.Her heart skipped.For a foolish second, she thought… Liam.But no. She had blocked him. She couldn’t afford to op
Chapter Forty ThreeAurora sat by the tall glass window of the fashion house, her chin resting on her hand as she stared blankly at the cobblestone streets of Florence. The sun outside was golden, soft, and perfect—Italy looked like something out of a fairy tale. Picturesque. Romantic. Alive.But Aurora felt none of it.She sat at the reception desk of her mother’s newly opened boutique, a glamorous two-story fashion house filled with silk gowns, glittering shoes, and glossy handbags. Her mother walked the store like a queen, smiling brightly, clinking glasses with rich Italian clients, playing the perfect businesswoman.Aurora?She was invisible.Her job was simple: greet clients, file paperwork, arrange dresses. Smile. Be polite. Play the role of the perfect daughter of a successful woman.But inside, she was hollow.Empty.Exhausted.Her mother never mentioned America anymore. Never brought up Liam or the tragedy they ran from. She acted like they had never existed at all. And Auro
Chapter 42Liam Blackwood sat at the dimly lit bar inside the military base, his glass half empty, the taste of cheap whiskey burning his throat. Around him, soldiers laughed, joked, and drowned themselves in alcohol and women.It was Friday night.Celebration night.But for Liam, it was just another night in his endless spiral of numbness.He watched them the men he trained with, bled with laughing loudly with women on their laps, losing themselves in the warmth of soft bodies and cheap perfume.“Come on, Blackwood,” one of the soldiers slapped his back playfully. “Loosen up. You fly like a demon in the sky, but down here, you sit like someone killed your puppy.”Liam forced a smirk, lifting his glass. “Maybe they did.”The others laughed, but Liam’s eyes remained cold. He didn’t laugh. He didn’t feel like laughing.Across the room, a blonde woman in a red dress caught his eye. She winked, sauntering toward him, hips swaying like she owned the place. She perched on his lap without as
Chapter 41Liam Blackwood stared at the reflection in the cracked mirror, eyes bloodshot, face hollow, jaw clenched tight enough to crack. The man staring back at him wasn’t the Liam he used to know.That Liam was dead.Buried along with his family, his heart, and every damn thing he had ever cared about.What was left?Nothing.No house, no love, no family.He stubbed out his cigarette on the sink, grabbed a backpack with nothing but a change of clothes, and walked out of the mansion without a backward glance.He didn’t know where he was going.He didn’t care.But the answer found him in the most unexpected way.Two days later, after wandering into town, drunk and exhausted, Liam saw a recruitment poster outside a military station.“Be more. Do more. Serve.”He laughed bitterly.Be more? He wasn’t anything.But something inside him, something broken and desperate, dragged him inside.The recruiter, a gruff man with sharp eyes, barely glanced at him. “You sure you want this, kid? You
Chapter 40Liam Blackwood stumbled into the mansion, the heavy doors creaking behind him as they slammed shut, the sound echoing loudly through the vast, empty space.Empty.That was all it was now.Empty walls.Empty rooms.An empty heart.He dropped his keys on the marble floor, not caring as they clattered loudly before skidding under the table. His footsteps echoed as he walked through the house, each step heavier than the last. His leather jacket hung loosely from his shoulders, his hair messy, his face pale.He was drunk.Again.The whiskey bottle dangled from his hand, almost empty. His fingers shook as he took another long, painful gulp, letting the liquid burn its way down his throat.But no amount of alcohol numbed the pain.He had nothing left.No father.No mother.No grandmother.No Aurora.They were all gone.He laughed bitterly, the sound hollow, empty like the walls around him.The place that once echoed with power, with authority, was now nothing but a giant tomb. Eve
Chapter 39The will came out two days after the tragedy. It was all over the news, splashed across tabloids and whispered about in the wealthy circles Aurora’s mother longed to be part of. Edward Blackwood’s estate was finally divided, his empire crumbling under public scrutiny, lawsuits, and criminal investigations.Aurora barely noticed. She was still curled on the couch, staring blankly at the silent television, her swollen eyes dull and lifeless. She hadn’t eaten. She hadn’t slept. The only thing that played over and over in her mind was the flames… and Edward’s haunting, victorious laugh echoing inside her skull.Liam had tried to see her. He called, texted, even banged on the door. But Aurora refused to answer. She couldn’t face him. Not now. Not after he had been dancing at prom while their world fell apart.Her mother, however, was unusually cheerful.The moment the will was announced, she had returned home with a triumphant glint in her eyes and a thin envelope in her perfect
Chapter 38Aurora twirled slowly in front of the mirror, her pale blue prom dress shimmering under the soft lights. It hugged her waist beautifully, flowing gently down to the floor like liquid silk. She couldn’t help but smile softly, excitement bubbling inside her. For once, everything felt normal, almost like the nightmare with Edward had finally ended.Her bedroom door creaked open, and her mother stepped in quietly, eyes drifting over Aurora’s stunning reflection.“You look beautiful,” her mother whispered gently, her eyes full of genuine affection.Aurora smiled shyly, turning to face her. “Thanks, Mom. I’m almost ready.”Her mother hesitated slightly, her expression suddenly shifting. Aurora noticed the change immediately, her heart tightening sharply. She knew that look far too well.“What’s wrong?” Aurora asked carefully, a flicker of dread beginning to build inside her chest.Her mother sighed deeply, stepping closer. “Aurora, we need to talk.”Aurora’s heart sank. “About wh