relationship improvement, huh? well, it's the rainbow before the storm for me š
Annizah sat in the dimly lit hospital room, her eyes fixed on the steady rise and fall of Fioreās chest. The soft beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound that filled the silence. It had been a long three weeks since the incident, and though Fiore had recovered physically, the emotional scars were harder to gauge. Annizahās heart ached just watching her daughter sleep, knowing the toll their world was beginning to take on her.Leaning back in the stiff hospital chair, Annizah exhaled deeply, her mind racing with thoughts she hadnāt fully processed until now. For years, she had been gratefulātruly gratefulāfor the life sheād built. Coming from a modest background and marrying into the powerful Romanov family had been a whirlwind of changes. But Vincenzo⦠he had been her rock, her protector, and their love had felt unshakable. She had thought, perhaps naively, that with him by her side, everything would be okay.But now, as she sat there, the weight of their reality pressed down
It had been three weeks since the incident, and Fiore was finally starting to recover from the shock. Her bright, lively spirit had returned, though Annizah couldnāt shake the lingering worry. Every few days, Fioreās heart condition was checked, and she was on a strict regimen of medications and vitamins. The doctors assured them that everything was under control, but the weight of it all still sat heavily on Annizahās chest.Annizah sat by the window of their mansion, watching Fiore play in the garden with her cousin. The sun was shining brightly, casting a soft golden glow over her daughterās playful figure, but Annizahās mind was far from at ease. She had been distant from Isabelle lately, avoiding any deep conversations or meetups. It wasnāt out of anger, but rather a necessity to protect herself and her family. She couldnāt look at Isabelle without thinking about the betrayal of her brother, and each time she felt the heavy stone of guilt in her chest.She had learned to harden h
When Annizah stepped into the dimly lit room at Vincenzo's headquarters, the air was thick with tension. The atmosphere felt heavy, almost suffocating. She wasnāt sure what she expected when Vincenzo told her to come, but it certainly wasnāt this.Vincenzoās men stood around the room, their faces impassive yet tense. In the center sat a man tied to a chair, his head hanging low. Annizahās eyes took a moment to adjust to the dim light, and then, with a sudden, sickening clarity, she recognized him.It wasnāt just any man.It was Isabelleās younger brother.Her heart dropped into her stomach. Her breath hitched as disbelief washed over her like a wave. āVincenzoā¦ā she whispered, her voice catching in her throat.Vincenzo stood a few feet away, watching her closely, his expression unreadable. āAnnizah,ā he said, his tone careful but firm, āthis is him.āāNoā¦ā Annizah shook her head, her mind reeling. She took a step forward, her gaze locked on the bruised and battered man in the chair. ā
Annizah sat by the side of Fioreās hospital bed, her eyes locked on her daughterās small frame. Fioreās chest rose and fell gently, her face peaceful in sleep, but the silence weighed heavily on Annizahās heart. She had been awake for hours, watching, waitingāworry gnawing at her insides. Fiore had woken up earlier, only to refuse to speak or even acknowledge them. That single moment had sent Annizah spiraling into a quiet panic.The doctor had reassured them that Fioreās heart was stable, that the episode was under control. But thisāthis silence, this refusal to engageāwas something no medication could fix.A light knock on the door broke her trance. Isabelle stepped into the room with Marco and Randi following behind her. Isabelleās face softened with sympathy as she approached Annizah, who gave a weak smile in return.āHey, I hope weāre not disturbing,ā Isabelle said, her voice gentle.āNo, not at all. Sheās just... sleeping,ā Annizah whispered, her gaze flicking back to Fiore, sti
The sterile atmosphere of the VVIP room inside their hospital was cold and unnervingly silent. Vincenzo sat rigid in the plush chair next to Fiore's bed, his hand gripping his daughter's small one. Annizah stood by the window, her face pale with exhaustion and worry, glancing out into the night, though her mind was far from the view.The doctor, a middle-aged man with a calm demeanor, entered the room, breaking the suffocating silence. He looked at the couple, sensing the heavy tension in the air."Mr. and Mrs. Romanov," the doctor began, his voice steady, "the good news is that Fiore's condition has stabilized. The episode she experienced earlier was caused by a sudden surge of panic, which led to an unstable heart rhythm. Fortunately, it's not life-threatening, but given her pre-existing condition, it can be alarming. With proper rest and medication, she will recover fully."Vincenzo nodded, his eyes fixed on Fiore, still lying unconscious in the bed. He hadnāt let go of her hand sin
The evening was warm as Vincenzo, Annizah, and Fiore pulled up to Isabelle and Randiās place for dinner. It had been a peaceful afternoon, but there was still an undercurrent of tension between the families. Vincenzo knew that, though the friendship between their children seemed to be growing, his relationship with Randi remained complicated. Still, tonight, he was determined to keep things light.As they stepped out of the car, Fioreās eyes lit up. "Mommy, Daddy! I see Marco!" she exclaimed, pointing to the small boy standing at the front door."Go ahead, sweetheart," Annizah said with a smile, watching as Fiore ran toward her friend, her long hair bouncing behind her. She exchanged a quick glance with Vincenzo, who only nodded before the two followed their daughter up the path.Isabelle greeted them at the door, her smile warm and welcoming. "I'm so glad you could come! Randiās been talking about this dinner for days."Inside, the atmosphere was surprisingly relaxed. Randi was alread