로그인**Vito's POV**Zoya’s father had been brought to the house just minutes after I carried her upstairs. Now we sat in the living room, the air thick with tension. Emilia slept peacefully in Benito’s arms, her soft breathing the only gentle sound in the room. Zoya’s father hadn’t spoken a single word since Emilia quietly explained that Zoya was asleep. He had simply nodded, his jaw tight, and fallen into a heavy silence that pressed down on all of us.“What are you going to do to fix the mess you’ve dragged my family into?” he finally asked, his voice low and edged with barely contained fury.“I’m doing everything I can,” I replied.Benito chuckled darkly from his seat, the sound sharp with unconcealed mockery. “Trying everything you can? More like doing nothing. The culprit is still walking free.”“The pictures have been taken do—” My phone started ringing, cutting me off.“I have to take this,” I excused myself, rising quickly and heading to my office. I shut the heavy door behind
**Vito's POV**I watched Zoya carefully cleaning Benito’s face with gentle strokes. The sight twisted something ugly in my gut. It didn’t sit right with me at all.I shoved my hand into my pocket, clenching my fist so tightly my knuckles ached, not wanting anyone to see the tension radiating through me."Benito, rinse your mouth with this," she said softly, her voice calm and soothing.Benito obeyed without a word. She then covered the cuts on his face with fresh bandages.I couldn’t stand watching it anymore, if I continue I might punch Benito some more for taking Zoya's attention. So I went to my office, once inside, I called Vittoria. "Boss, we managed to get the pictures down, but some people had already downloaded them. We’re still trying to trace who posted them," she reported.I pressed the heel of my palm against my forehead, feeling a dull, throbbing headache blooming at the base of my skull. The tension radiated down my neck like a vice."Okay," was all I could manage.I w
**Zoya's POV**Emilia had finally fallen asleep after a long struggle.Vito had insisted on calling a doctor for her but I assured him that there was no need. I had tucked her gently into the bed in one of the guest rooms.Even in her sleep, she kept hiccuping from all the crying she had done earlier. The soft, broken whimpers that escaped her lips every few seconds tore at my heart. Tears I had been desperately trying to hold back finally spilled over, hot and relentless, tracing salty paths down my cheeks. My hands trembled as I stood there watching her small chest rise and fall.I slipped out of the room silently, closing the door behind me with a soft click. From the top of the staircase, Vito’s furious voice echoed up from below, he was yelling at someone on the phone. This was the first time I had ever seen him lose his cool, and it was terrifying. His deep voice boomed through the house like thunder.But the moment his eyes landed on me, he stopped mid-sentence and hung u
**Zoya's POV**Emilia had finally fallen asleep after a long struggle.Vito had insisted on calling a doctor for her but I assured him that there was no need. I had tucked her gently into the bed in one of the guest rooms.Even in her sleep, she kept hiccuping from all the crying she had done earlier. The soft, broken whimpers that escaped her lips every few seconds tore at my heart. Tears I had been desperately trying to hold back finally spilled over, hot and relentless, tracing salty paths down my cheeks. My hands trembled as I stood there watching her small chest rise and fall.I slipped out of the room silently, closing the door behind me with a soft click. From the top of the staircase, Vito’s furious voice echoed up from below, he was yelling at someone on the phone. This was the first time I had ever seen him lose his cool, and it was terrifying. His deep voice boomed through the house like thunder.But the moment his eyes landed on me, he stopped mid-sentence and hung u
**Zoya's POV**I woke up to an empty bed, the sheets cold but Vito's side of the bed was crumpled which means he had spend the night here. My phone screen glowed with twenty missed calls from my dad and thirty-six from Vittoria. I didn’t remember putting my phone on silent. Vito, It had to be his doing.Heart already racing, I dialed Dad first. He picked up on the first ring."Zoya, where the fuck have you been, where did you keep your phone? Where have you been since morning?!" Dad’s voice exploded through the speaker, raw with panic."I was sleeping, Dad. I stayed up until the early hours, and my phone was on silent. What happened? Are you okay? Is Emilia okay?" My voice cracked with worry."Nothing is okay," he said, breathing hard. "Vito’s pictures are all over the internet and yours too. Reporters have swamped the house, asking the most ridiculous questions. I only found out after I sent Emilia to school. Her teacher called… she passed out after the reporters showed up at the s
Vito's POVMalcolm pulled up to the main house, I didn't wait for the car to completely stop before jumping out of it. Vittoria was waiting for me on the wide stone steps, arms crossed, her face tight with worry, I know it was for Zoya. She didn’t waste time with greetings, as soon as I reached her, she thrust an iPad into my hands.“Everything we have so far,” she said, her voice clipped. “The original posts, the accounts that shared them, timestamps, metadata, it’s all there.”I took the device, my jaw already clenching as I swiped through the files. Photos of me and Zoya together when I took her to the club, photos of me and my men at The port.The images that were never supposed to see daylight. Whoever leaked them had done a clean job, high resolution, perfectly timed to cause maximum damage.“And the IT team?” I asked, not looking up.Vittoria exhaled sharply and followed me inside.“They’ve been on it for a while now, even before I called you. Multiple accounts, all freshly
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