MasukFina’s POVIt was a soft kiss, not rushed but passionate. He held my face tightly, his lips sucking tenderly on mine.I grabbed his shirt, trying to brace myself from falling because my knees had become weak.Fuck, I missed this.His hands moved and grabbed my waist. He fisted my hair, pulling my head back in a loose grip.His need to dominate was evident. His breath was harsh against my skin. I settled in his grip, ready to receive whatever he had in store for me.His lust-filled eyes never left my body, roaming every inch and imprinting it into memory. It was like he undressed me with only his gaze.Fuck. This man. This Dario was the one I knew too well, this sensual side of him. He was a fucking beast in bed and never tried to hide how much he loved to fuck.Fuck it. I had come to love that side of him too. He’d turned me into a freak like him, and right now only he could understand my body better than I did.“Wife….” he groaned inside my ear when my hands began to undo his pants z
Fina’s PovThe knocking continued for several minutes, then it stopped.Silence settled outside the bathroom door now.I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. My eyes were red. My face was swollen from crying. I looked terrible.Pathetic.But no matter what, the truth remained the same. I loved him.And that was exactly why this hurt so much.I remained there for a while, trying to calm myself down, listening for any sound outside the bathroom. But there was nothing.Finally, I wiped my face and unlocked the door. The moment I stepped into the room, my eyes found him.Dario was sitting on the edge of the bed, his legs were spread apart.His elbows rested on his knees, and his head was buried in his hands.For a second, he didn’t even notice me. And seeing him like that did something strange to my chest.This wasn’t the man the world knew.This was just Dario, a tired man sitting alone on a bed. As if he felt my stare, he slowly lifted his head.The moment our eyes me
Fina’s PovThe entire ride back to the estate was painfully quiet.I sat in the back seat, staring through the window as the familiar streets of Sicily passed by.My mind was somewhere else.Every few minutes, my eyes drifted toward the rearview mirror, where Laro’s eyes met mine before quickly returning to the road.My husband had barely said anything since we left the orphanage.Neither had I.There was something about the silence that made me uncomfortable. It wasn’t peaceful silence. It was the kind that left too much room for thoughts to grow.And I had too many thoughts already.Dario had barely spoken to me since I returned. It was clear he was avoiding me.I couldn’t understand it.After everything that happened, after he had chased after me, brought me home, apologized in his own strange way, and made me believe that maybe—just maybe—things between us were beginning to change, he had suddenly pulled away again.It made no sense.I had spent the last two days wondering if I ha
Ikkohafina’s PovTwo entire days, and I still didn’t know what was wrong with my husband.I stared out of the tinted window as the car rolled through the busy streets of Sicily, watching strangers move freely through their day while frustration sat heavily in my chest.I had returned to the Severo estate, two days ago, Dario had brought me home himself.And in those two days, I had only seen him twice.The first time had lasted barely three minutes, the second hadn’t been much better.There were no arguments, no explanations, no conversations. Nothing.The man who once couldn’t spend a few hours away from me suddenly acted as though I didn’t exist.It was infuriating, and confusing.And if I was being completely honest with myself, it hurt.I folded my arms and leaned my head against the cool glass.Today wasn’t really about visiting the children. God knew I missed them.I missed Casa Serena. I missed hearing Ada’s endless stories and watching the twins argue over absolutely everythin
Author’s PovThe sounds of men training echoed from outside, fists collided, and bodies hit the ground.Orders were barked across the compound as training went on.The noise drifted through the open window and into the study, but neither man inside seemed bothered by it.Bird leaned against the edge of the desk, calm as ever. But his father was not.The older man slammed both palms against the table.“And you’re just going to sit there and watch? He's burnt our facilities to the ground!”Bird slowly turned his head. His father looked ready to explode.Seven years of frustration had carved deep lines into the old man’s face, and today those lines seemed even deeper.“We are losing ground,” the man snapped. “Every day that bastard grows stronger.”Bird sighed. “Papa—”“Don’t Papa me.”The old man pointed a trembling finger at him.“You told me to wait. You told me your strategy would work, but now the war has worsened.”“It will.”“It has been years.”Bird reached for the thick file res
Aria“What?” I asked, frustration creeping into my voice. “Has your tongue suddenly stopped working?”Laro didn’t answer, he just stared at me blinking.The intensity that had filled the room moments ago seemed to disappear completely. It was as if someone had poured ice water over him. The heat, the confidence, the teasing grin that was always on his face, all of it vanished.And for some reason, that annoyed me.I didn’t know what reaction I had expected, but it definitely wasn’t this.“Laro?”He blinked again before finally dragging a hand over his face.“I had no idea.” His voice was rough.Then he stood and took a few steps away from the bed.“How?” he asked quietly.I frowned. “How what?”“How are you still a virgin?” The question caught me off guard.I sat up, pulling the sheets around myself.“Well…” I shrugged. “Because I never did it.”He turned to look at me. “But why?”I stared at him, now I was even more confused.“Because I didn’t want to.”He looked completely lost. “Th







