LOGINMR. REBEL SENIOR “Get out of my office.” She didn’t flinch; instead, she smirked. “We’ve been business partners for a very long time, Mr. Rebel… I might be a mere dirty prostitute in your eyes, but I know all your darkest secrets. Imagine what will happen if your enemies get their hands on them.” I scoffed in annoyance. “Will you ever change, Cecilia? Not everything is about money… Ben knows that she’s adopted; the least you can do is apologize to her and make amends to your daughter.” She burst out laughing. “Daughter? I don’t even know her father, Mr. Rebel… I’ve slept with so many men in my life, but she’s lucky that she looks nothing like her father.” I opened the drawer and took out a checkbook. Her eyes lit with excitement. “That’s what I like to see.” I wrote a check for half a million dollars and handed it to her. She frowned, staring back at me. “You could have added a couple more zeros.” I glared at her, and she left my study chuckling. I sighed
MR. REBEL SENIOR POV With Ben and Nolan’s divorce, I was getting a headache. What were these kids trying to achieve? I was working from home to blow off some steam, and I didn’t have much of a choice because my doctor ordered me to take it easy for the next couple of days. Lately, I’ve been feeling unwell but decided to hide the matter from my family because I didn’t want them to worry. I knew that my time was running out, but I’ve lived a good life. The only thing I’m worried about is the company.I can’t leave my son in charge. He’s useless and a gambler. The only person I could trust was Ben, but she still wanted nothing to do with me, and I couldn’t blame her. I ruined our relationship. I pushed her away when she needed a shoulder to cry on. But I wanted to make amends before dying. I adjusted my reading glasses as I stared at my laptop. Some of the words looked blurry. It was clear that I needed to get some rest. There was a knock on the door as I took o
BEN POV It’s been a week since we arrived in Italy, and I haven’t noticed a single change in Ambrose’s condition. My efforts to bring back his old memories were going down the drain. I stood in the kitchen, preparing the dish he taught me back at the cabin when it was just the two of us. He was bound to remember something. Alessia walked in front of me and grinned. “What smells so good?” I asked curiously. “An Italian dish,” I muttered quietly. “It’s something your father taught me.” Her eyes lit up. “Really?” She frowned. “Are you saying that he was Italian?” I nodded eagerly. I always kept the truth about her real father hidden, but slowly I would break the news to her. “Is that why we came to Italy? Because you want to feel close to him?” I sighed softly. “Yeah...” I wanted to be close to him; after all, he was in front of me. Ambrose walked in, returning from his jog, and our eyes locked in a frenzy. His gaze lingered longer, and then he looked
BEN POV I looked at him like my world ended with him. Ambrose Esteban was the love of my life. Every conversation felt like a decade hadn’t passed. The memories were still raw, and I couldn’t help but look at him. I really thought he was gone, and seeing him again, well and alive, was a little overwhelming. Seeing him close with Alessia was warming my heart. I’d always wanted them to have a special relationship. Couldn’t he see the resemblance? Alessia Marie looked exactly like him. There was a knock on the door, and I wiped away my tears, snapping back to reality. “Mommy?” It was Alessia. I opened the door and found her dressed in her Hello Kitty pajamas. She had two mismatched ponytails. One was high, and the other was low. “I need your help.” I couldn’t suppress my laughter. I burst out laughing as Alessia walked in with a huff. I closed the door and spun around, meeting her gaze. She looked away as I took my hairbrush out of my suitcase, whi
AMBROSE POV The sunset seemed to have chosen the perfect time to illuminate the vineyard, and the view was spectacular. It was one of the reasons I used to miss Italy despite moving to America. After the operation, I lost myself, and everything felt foreign to me. I didn’t even know my own name. I only recognized people through the pictures shown to me. In my previous life, I was married to the love of my life, Katherine, a tourist who came to explore the vibrant culture of Italy, and she captured more than pictures. She won my heart. I haven’t seen her since I returned from the hospital. Mateo has always promised to share the truth with me when the time was right. Katherine and I had a son together. His name was Nolan, and he was married to a woman in New York, and they had a daughter together. I didn’t even know my daughter's name, and I’ve never seen a picture of her. I was carrying two buckets filled with grapes when I saw Mateo at a distance. He was talkin
NOLAN POV Maybe it was the alcohol rushing to my head, but she looked more radiant than ever, and my gaze lingered a little longer. She swallowed hard and began to pick up the scattered papers, which were now all over the floor. I offered to help, and once we were done, our eyes locked again. “Sorry, sir.” Mr. Rebel cleared his throat, and I turned to look at him. “This is Rosie. She recently joined us, and she’ll be working as a new personal assistant since Kayleigh decided to have kids instead of doing her job,” he muttered coldly. I forced a smile, extending my hand to Rosie. “My name is Nolan, but you can call me Mr. Esteban.” She grasped my hand. It still fit in mine just like I remembered from years ago. She smiled and pulled away, excusing herself. Once she was gone, Mr. Rebel gave me a knowing look. “You know how I feel about work relationships… but I want you to pursue whatever is going on between you and Rosie.” I choked in disbelief. “That’s ag







