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4. Trapped in the middle
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My Godfather is my Soulmate 100. Love, Revisited
Alexa's POVMy question hung in the stale hospital air, sharp and accusatory: "Is it because she's awake, Dad? Is that why you're finally apologizing? Because she's here to hear it?" The words had pierced through Dad's performative grief, leaving him speechless, a man caught in his own lie, or so I believed. His face was a mask of wounded surprise, tears welling again, but I couldn't discern their true source.My mom who had been quietly absorbing the fragmented reality around her, now turned her gaze fully to Dad. There was no immediate outrage in her eyes, no sudden burst of anger. Just a deep, unsettling stillness, a weary assessment that seemed to see right through him.Dad regaining his voice, although it was still raw with emotion, spoke. He didn't answer my question directly, but his words were meant for Mom, a desperate plea for her understanding, or perhaps, for his own vindication."Babe," he choked out, pushing himself back onto his knees by her bedside. His voice was thick
My Godfather is my Soulmate 99. Mother's Embrace
Alexa's POVThe word "Alexa?" hung in the air, a fragile, impossible gift. It was a sound I hadn't dared to dream of, a voice I thought was lost to me forever. My mother's eyes, though still hazy with the lingering effects of her long illness, were open, and they were looking at me. They knew me.My heart, which had been a lead weight in my chest for so long, suddenly soared. The world tilted, not in a dizzying spin of confusion, but in a sudden, overwhelming rush of pure, unadulterated joy. The bitter taste of revenge, the complex understanding of my father's brokenness, the heavy weight of Don Antonio's war – all of it, for that singular, miraculous moment, vanished into thin air.I moved without thinking, propelled by an instinct stronger than any calculated plan. My father, still frozen in his chair, seemed to fade from my view. I leaned over the bed, gently, so gently, as if she were a delicate bird that might fly away. My arms, trembling with emotion, wrapped around her frail s
My Godfather is my Soulmate 98. Calculated Risk
Don Antonio's POVThe weak whisper, her calling of Alexa's name, had frozen me mid-step. The raw power of that moment, the impossible miracle of her voice, had sliced through the tension like a knife. Donald, too, had bolted upright, his tear-streaked face etched with disbelief, mirroring my own.My first instinct, honed by decades of ruthless strategy, was to seize the moment. To secure Alexa, to remove her from Donald's presence, to reassert control over the chaotic scene. But as I turned, my eyes locked on Alexa's face. Her expression, a mixture of overwhelming shock and radiant, fragile hope, stopped me cold. Her world, which had been in shattered pieces for so long, had just been given an unimaginable, unexpected gift.This wasn't about strategy now. It was about something far more primal. Her mother is alive and speaking.I knew it was a risky move leaving the trio alone. Leaving Alexa with Donald, especially after his manipulative confession and his current display of what appe
My Godfather is my Soulmate 97. A Daughter's Plea
Alexa's POVThe air in the hospital room was thick enough to choke on. Don Antonio remained just inside the door, his eyes locked on my father. Dad, still slumped by my mother's bedside, met Don Antonio's gaze with a mixture of raw pain and a flicker of the old defiance. My mother lay between them, oblivious, her steady breathing the only calm sound in the storm.I was trapped in the middle, a silent spectator to a tension that felt like it could explode at any second. My head spun with the whirlwind of emotions – my own grief for my mother, the shocking revelations from my father, and now the terrifying presence of Don Antonio, who seemed ready to unleash a lifetime of suppressed rage.What was I supposed to do? My carefully constructed purpose, my clear path of vengeance with Don Antonio, had shattered into a million pieces the moment I saw my father's tears, and then even more so as I listened to his broken confession. The lines between right and wrong, hero and villain, had blurre
My Godfather is my Soulmate 96. Unraveling the Past
Alexa's POVThe moment Don Antonio pushed open the door, the air in the hospital room thickened. The heavy silence was replaced by a palpable tension, a clash of forces. My father, still tear-streaked and vulnerable, snapped his head up, his eyes wide with surprise and a flicker of the old defiance, quickly overshadowed by a raw, naked pain. Don Antonio's gaze, usually impenetrable, was a mixture of shock and cold fury as it swept from my father to me, then to my mother's still form.I sat motionless in the armchair, caught between three powerful entities. My mother, oblivious, a silent testament to the wreckage. My father, unexpectedly human in his grief. And Don Antonio, the embodiment of my vengeance, now standing witness to a scene that defied all his rigid calculations.The confrontation I'd initiated last night at the club felt like a distant, childish tantrum compared to the gravity of this moment. My father's tears had already shaken my carefully constructed world, and now Don
My Godfather is my Soulmate 95. Unforgiving Echoes
Don Antonio's POVI had spent the night in a restless doze, the simulated conversation with Mark J. replaying in my mind. The deception had been well-executed, I was sure of it. Mark would carry the message of my supposed reconsideration straight to Donald, giving him a false sense of security.Yet, despite the satisfaction of the strategic play, Mark's words lingered. He had spoken of our shared history, of decades of friendship, of times when Donald and I were practically brothers. These were echoes from a past I had meticulously buried, images I had fought to erase from my memory.I poured myself a fresh cup of coffee, the rich aroma doing little to dispel the faint chill that had settled in my chest. I sat by the window, gazing out at the sprawling city skyline. I thought about everything Mark J. said. The early days, the forging of our empires, the loyalty, even the times I'd stood by Donald when others turned away. There were moments, fleeting and unwelcome, where a phantom pang
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