로그인“Calm down, Lina, and tell me what's wrong,” Rosa requested, keeping her tone deliberately steady to counter the panic in the room. But Lina was trembling, completely unable to find her footing.“Ma’am, Mrs. Vittoria and Miss Chiara have just arrived,” Lina stammered, her voice low and terrified. “They are causing a massive scene downstairs. They are demanding to see you right now.”Lucy’s expression darkened instantly, her brow furrowing. “What the fuck are they doing here?” she hissed, her jaw tight with rage as she immediately turned toward the door to storm out.But Rosa stepped into her path. “Wait, Lucy. Let me handle it.”“No, Rosa, that's exactly what they want!” Lucy protested, refusing to budge. “They want you to walk out there so they can stress you out. I know how to deal with garbage like them.” Lucy’s eyes drifted instinctively down to Rosa’s stomach, a flicker of protectiveness crossing her face. She didn't want Rosa to endure a single ounce of stress right now. Rosa n
Rosa snapped her head up, staring at him in utter shock.Wasn't he being unnecessarily sweet? It was so completely out of character for him. Why was he suddenly trying to act like a doting husband who didn't make a single move without asking his wife first? They weren’t even a married couple anymore.But then Renzo looked up at her, showcasing the exact same dark blue eyes as his father, filled with that identical, hopeful plea.God, they both knew exactly how to manipulate her.She let out a defeated sigh and looked at her son. “Yes, sweetie, Daddy is coming.”“Yay!” Renzo squealed, bouncing in his seat, while Luciano bit back a victorious grin.
He understood from her sharp taunts that she was still deeply upset."Baby, are you still angry?" he whispered, falling into step right behind her. "It’s not good for our baby."Rosa took a deep breath, his reminder hitting home. He was right. The constant worry and stress weren't good for her pregnancy. She needed this baby to be perfectly healthy—not just for the pregnancy itself, but because this child was meant to be the savior cell match, a literal cure for Renzo. She needed both of her children to live long, healthy lives."Then stop annoying me," she snapped, not turning around."Okay. I am sorry, amore mio," he said softly.
Rosa was taken aback by his words. For a fleeting second, it felt as if time had stopped entirely, pulling her back to a past where she had desperately starved to hear these exact admissions from him.She remembered the agonizing days when his mother and girlfriend were forcing her to sign the divorce papers. Back then, she had secretly prayed he would break through the door, pull her into his arms, and tell her it was all a terrible misunderstanding—that she didn't have to leave. But he never showed up.Even at the airport, standing in the boarding line with her heart in her throat, she had looked back, wishing against hope that he would sprint through the terminal, stop her, and tell her he never wanted her to go. She had fantasized about him promising they would build a life together and grow old side by side. But he never came.And later, when she discovered she was pregnant, a fragile hope had flared up again. She had imagined him finding out, telling her he wanted her back, and
It was the very first time he had ever admitted it to her, and the confession caught Rosa completely off guard, rendering her silent for a stunned moment.“And that feeling terrified me—it was foreign, completely out of my control. I thought..." His throat tightened, the confession physically hurting him. "I thought sending you away was the only way to keep a grip on my own life. On my emotions."He looked at her, but her expression hadn't softened. Her brow remained furrowed, her lips pulled into a harsh scowl, making it clear she didn't believe a single word coming out of his mouth.He swallowed hard and pushed forward. "Yes, I wanted distance, but I never intended for you to go through that hell. I am sorry for what I did when I was younger, reckless, and angry. But I want to fix it now. In any way you want, let me make it up to you."She shook her head, the deep-seated hatred still burning bright in her eyes."Ha! You actually think I’m going to believe you?" she spat, a bitter la
"What's wrong, Rosie?" Luciano frowned, his fingers moving to cup her jaw, his thumb resting on her cheek to force her to look at him. His grip wasn't painful, but it was unyielding.Rosa met his eyes, her expression laced with sharp annoyance. "You tell me," she snapped. "What is wrong with you?" Still, she didn't try to pry herself from his grasp.Luciano’s brow furrowed deeper. "Why are you so angry, baby?"A wave of intense frustration hit Rosa. He was asking her as if he genuinely had no clue what had upset her. Or perhaps, knowing him, he really didn't know."Seriously, Luciano?!" Rosa yanked her face back, and this time, he let her go. "Laura came looking for you five days ago. In case you forgot, you are getting married to her in a week."Luciano bit back a smile at her words, a dark satisfaction blooming in his chest. Lowering his voice to a husky whisper, he stepped closer. "Just say the word, baby, that you don't want me to marry her. If you want, I'll change the bride. You
A small smile appeared on Lucy’s face as she watched Rosa’s expression."I saved some pasta for you."Rosa offered a small, tired grin. "You’re the best, Lucy."Lucy shook her head fondly and gave Rosa’s hair a gentle caress before heading to the fridge. She pulled out a bowl and placed it in the m
After leaving Samuele’s office, Rosa headed to Patient Accounts to finalize the paperwork for the treatment fund. Once she had submitted the required paperwork and gathered details regarding the next steps of the treatment, she headed toward the hospital pharmacy.She wasn't blind to Samuele's adva
Rosa’s eyes fluttered open to a searing pain blooming across her cheek. Before she could even focus, her head still spinning from the sedative they had injected, another sharp slap landed on the other cheek. They came one after another, a relentless barrage. The repeated impacts acted like a brutal
The doctor had been watching their exchange, waiting for an opening to begin the treatment. He cleared his throat, the sound tight with the sheer nerves of interrupting Luciano Mancini in the middle of a private moment."Mr. Mancini," the doctor began, his eyes flickering toward the door. "If you w







