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70. Days in the Dark
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My Godfather is my Soulmate 70. Days in the Dark
Alexa’s POVThe basement was cold and damp, and it smelled like dirt and something else… something musty. The only light came from that one bare bulb hanging up top, and even that felt weak and far away. They hadn't even given me a blanket. Just left me there, tied up on the hard concrete floor.The first day, I mostly just yelled. Yelled for my dad, yelled for Sarah, yelled for anyone who might hear me. My throat got all scratchy and sore, but nobody came. After a while, I just felt tired. So tired.My wrists were killing me from the zip ties. I tried to wiggle free, but they were too tight. My stomach kept growling. I hadn't had anything to eat or drink since Sarah and I left her apartment. Time started to feel weird. One long stretch of dark and cold.I kept thinking about Sarah. She saw what happened. She saw them drag me away. Surely, she knew something was wrong. She knew I wouldn't just disappear. Please, Sarah, I kept thinking. Please figure it out. Please call someone. Call t
My Godfather is my Soulmate 69. Heading for Trouble
Alexa’s POVAfter seeing that news article about Don Antonio, something just snapped in me. All that worry and feeling helpless just turned into pure anger. My dad had to be behind it somehow. Cutting me off, maybe even… maybe even more. I had to know. I had to face him.Sarah didn't want me to go. She kept saying I needed to calm down, that barging into his mansion wouldn't solve anything. She even offered to drive me herself in her beat-up old car, probably thinking her being there would somehow make things less crazy.But I wasn't listening. My head was just filled with this buzzing anger, this need to confront my father. Every mile Sarah drove felt like it was taking too long. I kept fidgeting in the passenger seat, my hands clenched."Alexa, please," Sarah said, her voice gentle but firm. "Just take a breath. What are you even going to say to him?""I'm going to ask him if he had anything to do with Don Antonio getting shot," I said, my voice tight. "And if he knows anything abou
My Godfather is my Soulmate 68. The Inferno Spreads
Don Antonio’s POVTrying to find some damn peace in this sterile room was proving impossible. My shoulder throbbed a constant, dull rhythm, a reminder of Donald’s treachery. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the gnawing anxiety about my businesses. The warehouse fire had been a brutal blow, a violation. And now, seeing Xavier’s grim face as he walked in, I knew the universe, or rather Donald, wasn’t done with me yet.“Lay it on me, Xavier,” I said, the weariness in my voice probably more evident than I intended. “What fresh hell has decided to pay me a visit?”He stood by the edge of the bed, his usual composure ruffled. He ran a hand through his hair, a rare sign of his own agitation. “It’s the textile factory, Antonio. The one just outside Palermo.”My breath hitched. The textile factory. That wasn't some small operation. That was a cornerstone of my income, employed hundreds of people. “What about it?” I asked, a cold premonition settling in my gut.Xavier’s gaze was di
My Godfather is my Soulmate 67. A Familiar Echo
Alexa’s POVSarah’s small apartment had become an unexpected sanctuary. Her presence was a quiet comfort, a stark contrast to the storm raging within me. After a fitful night on her sofa, I woke to the smell of strong coffee and the gentle clinking of dishes.She offered me a tentative smile as I joined her in her tiny kitchen. "Morning," she said softly. "How are you feeling?""Numb," I admitted, the raw edges of the previous day still too tender to touch.She nodded understandingly. "I was thinking," she began, stirring her coffee thoughtfully, "about what you said last night. About wanting to start something new."The idea, first planted by my mother, felt distant now, a forgotten seed in barren soil. "It's impossible, Sarah," I said, the discouragement heavy in my voice. "I have no money. My father made sure of that.""But you have the talent, Alexa," Sarah countered, her gaze earnest. "You were brilliant at Bavarish Industries. You know the business inside and out. You could do i
My Godfather is my Soulmate 66. Silence and a Desperate Plea
Alexa’s POVThe weight of my father’s rejection and the humiliation of being stranded in the office parking lot settled upon me like a suffocating blanket. But beneath the despair, a fierce determination still flickered. I had to know if Don Antonio was alright. I had to find a way to reach him.Clutching my phone, my fingers trembling slightly, I scrolled through my contacts and tapped his number. The familiar ringing tone usually brought a sense of comfort, a connection to him even when we were apart. But today, it rang and rang, unanswered.A knot of anxiety tightened in my chest. I tried again, my hope dwindling with each unanswered ring. Finally, instead of the usual rings, a curt, automated message informed me that the number was unavailable.Unavailable? That same message from the other night. My heart sank. Had something happened to his phone? Or…A sudden, chilling thought struck me. Had he blocked me?My breath caught in my throat. The idea was like a cold blade twisting in
My Godfather is my Soulmate 65. Ashes and Vengeance
Don Antonio’s POVDespite Dr. Ramirez’s protests, I decided to discharge myself, because the burning need to understand the attack outweighed the lingering pain in my shoulder. Xavier, ever vigilant, had arranged for discreet transportation.We arrived at the warehouse district under the cloak of pre-dawn gloom. The air hung heavy with the acrid smell of smoke and damp ash. As Xavier’s car pulled to a stop before my largest storage facility, the sight that greeted me stole my breath.Half of the sprawling structure was a blackened husk, the skeletal remains of steel beams reaching towards the bruised morning sky. Charred debris lay scattered like fallen giants, and the air still shimmered with residual heat. The stench of destruction was overwhelming, a physical manifestation of the violation I had endured.A grim silence settled in the car. Xavier’s face was a mask of controlled fury. I stared at the devastation, a cold dread gripping my heart. This wasn’t just a random act of violen
My Godfather is my Soulmate 64. Whispers of Betrayal
Alexa’s POVThe moment I stepped off the elevator onto the executive floor, the atmosphere felt thick and strange. The usual polite nods and greetings from the staff were replaced by sneaky glances and hushed whispers. Eyes darted away as I made my way towards my father's office, a palpable tension hanging in the air. It was as if I had become an outcast overnight.My former secretary looked particularly uncomfortable. She avoided eye contact, shuffling papers on her desk with unusual intensity."Hi," I said, my voice low but firm. "I need to see my father."She finally looked up, her expression a mixture of sympathy and fear. "Alexa…he's still in a meeting. And he…he really doesn't want to be disturbed.""It's important," I insisted. "Something has happened."She hesitated, glancing nervously towards the closed doors of my father's office. Then, she leaned in, her voice barely a whisper. "It's…it's all over the office, Alexa.""What is?" I asked, a knot of unease tightening in my sto
My Godfather is my Soulmate 63. Cut Off
Alexa’s POVThe news about Don Antonio had sent a jolt of icy terror through me, eclipsing my own immediate problems. My father's anger, Claire's cruelty, losing my job – all of it paled in comparison to the horrifying image of Don Antonio lying injured, fighting for his life.A fierce urgency gripped me. I had to get to him. Miami felt a world away, but the thought of him being alone, hurt, fueled a desperate resolve. My mother, though worried, understood my need to be there. She helped me pack a small bag, her movements efficient and filled with a quiet determination to support me.My first practical step was booking a flight. I pulled out my credit card, the familiar platinum rectangle that had always been a symbol of my independence and security. I navigated the airline's website, selected the earliest flight to Miami, and entered my card details with a shaky hand.Then, the screen flashed red.Transaction Declined.A wave of confusion washed over me. There must be some mistake. I
My Godfather is my Soulmate 62. The Betrayal
Don Antonio’s POVI was aware of the sterile scent of antiseptic, the rhythmic beeping of machines, the hushed voices that seemed to drift in and out of my consciousness. They were fighting for me. I could feel it, a tug-of-war between life and the cold embrace of oblivion.My shoulder throbbed with a relentless fire, a constant reminder of the brutal violation I had endured. My vision swam in and out of focus, glimpses of worried faces hovering above me before fading back into the blurry expanse.Then, a memory, sharp and vivid, cut through the haze.The dimly lit study, the air thick with unspoken accusations. Donald stood across from me, his face a mask of anguish and fury. The years of friendship, the shared laughter, the unwavering trust – all seemed to have evaporated, leaving behind a raw, festering wound."How could you, Antonio?" he had choked out, his voice trembling with a pain that mirrored the betrayal I now felt radiating from him.I had tried to explain, to reason, to c
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