LOGINFor a split second, Samuele stood frozen, unable to believe what he had just heard. But as he looked into Rosa’s eyes and saw the shimmering joy breaking through her tears, he finally let out a jagged breath of relief.He moved quickly, pulling the ring from its velvet cradle. Stepping closer, he took her hand in his—his own fingers trembling slightly now—and slid the diamond onto her finger. It fit perfectly, a sparkling promise against her skin.Rosa’s lips quivered, and she bit down on them hard, trying to stay composed even as the walls around her heart completely vanished. Before she could say another word, Samuele reached for her, pulling her up from her chair and sweeping her into a fierce, desperate embrace.“Thank you, Rosa,” he whispered into her hair, his voice thick with emotion. “Thank you for giving me this chance. I will spend the rest of my life proving to you that you made the right decision. I promise you.”Rosa closed her eyes, the scent of him and the strength of h
Rosa’s breath hitched, her mind spinning into a blur. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words died in her throat. She had expected him to try one last time to win her over or ask for a chance to pursue her before she was gone for good... but marriage? She had never imagined he was this serious.Oh God, what do I do? Her mind screamed. Is life actually giving me a second chance? Where would I ever find a man like him again? The questions raced through her head, a frantic internal debate between her fear and the beautiful reality standing right in front of her.When she remained silent, Samuele rose from his seat. His expression was painfully earnest as he stepped closer. Then, in a move that made Rosa gasp and press her trembling hands to her mouth, he dropped to one knee. He pulled out a small velvet box and held it out to her. As he clicked it open, a beautiful diamond ring caught the light inside.“Please, Rosa,” he whispered, his eyes searching hers. “Say yes. Make me the luck
Exactly an hour later, Rosa got a call from Samuele. He was waiting outside her building.She sighed softly as she tied her hair into a ponytail. She didn’t feel like putting on makeup—just a touch of lip gloss. Grabbing her purse, she looked at herself briefly. Her black knee-length dress, paired with a beige blazer and black heels, was simple—but enough.She leaned down and kissed Renzo’s forehead as he sat playing a game on Lucy’s phone. “Mommy will be back soon, okay, baby?”Renzo nodded. “Okay, Mommy.”Rosa straightened and looked at Lucy. A silent conversation passed between them—unspoken worry, reassurance, and understanding all at once.Then Rosa turned and walked out of the apartment, closing the door quietly behind her.She took the elevator down. When the doors opened, she stepped out and made her way toward the exit.And then she saw him.Samuele stood by his car, dressed in a black suit, leaning casually against it.Rosa slowed, a flicker of confusion crossing her face.S
The next morning, Samuele woke with a heavy head, the dull ache of a hangover lingering from the night before. But as he stood under the shower, letting the water wash away the haze, his thoughts cleared—reality hit him with more force than the water: Rosa was leaving tomorrow.And after that… he might never see her again.Driven by a sudden, frantic impulse, he reached for his phone and dialed her number. When she picked up, he didn't bother with pleasantries. He asked to see her, but Rosa’s voice was a wall of flint.“Doctor, I have too much to settle before my flight,” she replied sternly. “I can’t come.”The rejection stung more than it should have, and the pain in his chest intensified.No matter how many times she turned him away, he couldn’t stop himself from hoping—that maybe, just once, she would look at him differently… that she might return even a fraction of what he felt for her.He stayed silent for a moment, the weight in his chest growing unbearable.Then, before he c
Reid didn’t back down. “Why is it impossible? It only takes one time, Luciano. Sometimes that’s enough.”“Fuck.” Luciano shut his eyes, his jaw tightening.“Fuck… fuck!” he snapped, slamming his fist into the wall behind him.The people nearby flinched at the sudden outburst, but Reid lifted a hand, silently signaling that everything was under control. He already knew he’d be covering the damages—and probably the entire bar tab.Luciano stood there for a moment, breathing hard, the possibilities crashing into him all at once.“Find out everything about her,” he said finally, his voice low but deadly. “I want every detail. What she’s been doing these past five years… and whether she has a child or not.”His heart pounded in his chest.If the doctor was telling the truth… then she had hidden his child from him.How dare she?Reid gave a short nod, already pulling out his phone as he stood up. “I’ll handle it.”He didn’t waste another second. There were more important things now than si
That evening, Samuele sat alone at the bar, drowning himself in whiskey, trying to forget everything—everything he had dreamed of, everything he had felt for the one woman who was now leaving the country, unsure if he would ever see her again… or never at all.He downed another shot and signaled the bartender for one more.The image wouldn’t leave him—Rosa walking out of his office with Renzo, not even looking back.Was his love not enough to make her stay? Or had the scars from her past cut so deep that she could never bring herself to trust again?He clenched his jaw.The fault lay with her ex-husband. The way that man had treated her—Samuele had seen it, witnessed it far too many times. He could only imagine how much worse it must have been when they were married. Whatever had happened between them, whatever had led to the divorce, Samuele didn’t know the full story.But in his heart, he was certain of one thing—It had to be Luciano’s fault.Because Rosa… she had been nothing but
As Rosa hurried out of the building, her vision blurred—her tears spilling before she could even take a breath. And as if the sky itself felt her despair, the clouds opened, rain pouring down in heavy sheets, weeping with the mother who refused to stop fighting… even when she had no strength left.
Rosa didn’t say a word.It was known across the world that Luciano Mancini was rumored to be the Italian Don—but there was never any proof, nor was it ever made official. He owned countless legitimate businesses, charity organizations for noble causes, schools, and hospitals that served people for
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Luciano clicked a button on the adjacent wall, and the door opened. Rosa realized the room was specially designed with security for Luciano. Then she realized the hotel must also be owned by him. Oh God—where could she possibly go, since more than half the ci
Rosa felt uneasy when she found a pair of intense blue eyes staring back at her with recognition in them, followed almost instantly by a flicker of annoyance that tightened the man’s already cold expression.Luciano Mancini sat in the middle, the other two men positioned on either side of him. For







