ログインSitting in the back seat of the taxi, Rosa finally let her composure break, and the raw pain began to reflect on her face. He had asked for a chance—he expected her to just forget everything. Was it really that easy?For him, perhaps it was. He wasn't the one who had faced such injustice; he wasn't the one who had suffered for no reason. But it wasn't for "no reason"—the reason was that she wasn't as cunning as they were. She didn't belong in their world. She had believed that love could change a cold-hearted man. She had held onto hope and trusted him completely. She had loved him, and that love was exactly what had dug her own grave.No one ever truly knew the truth of what had transpired in Luciano’s bedroom five years ago. But for Rosa, the memories remained vivid. How could she ever forget the most terrifying night of her life—the night that had shattered her world and changed the course of her future forever?That night, after Laura had handed her the glass of water and Rosa had
Her eyes narrowed, and her gaze turned burning as the bitter words began spilling out of her, “ Can you fix the years my son and I lived in fear every night? Not knowing if the next morning we would even have a roof over our heads? Not knowing if we would have enough food for a single meal—or nothing at all?”Luciano looked at her with an unreadable expression, waiting for Rosa to finish her outburst before he spoke. When he finally replied, his voice was low and heavy.“I didn't know. I didn't know you suffered so much, vita mia. And I didn’t know you were pregnant,” he murmured, the pain of the admission bleeding into his eyes. “Why didn't you inform me when you found out? You ran from me... and…”Rosa wasn't listening; his excuses only fueled her fire. “I ran?!” she snorted, disbelief filling her eyes as she looked at him. “Your men forced me to leave!” Her voice began to rise, sharp and accusing. “They threw me out with no money, no clothes—nothing but a passport and a visa for a
Rosa blinked at her ex-husband in genuine confusion. “What did I do?”Luciano reached out, pinching her cheek with a tenderness that didn't match his reputation. “You made me the happiest man alive,” he said, his deep voice softened to a rough whisper.The doctor, unable to hide her smile any longer, decided to give them a moment of privacy. She began to exit the room, calling back over her shoulder, “The scan is complete. Come back to my office when you're ready.”Left alone in the quiet, dim room, Rosa asked Luciano to pass her some tissues. He complied, watching silently as she wiped the cold gel from her stomach.As she prepared to climb down from the examination table, he reached for her arm again. But Rosa’s face contorted into a frown, and she snapped, “Stop pretending. The doctor isn't here anymore.”Luciano furrowed, a flash of genuine hurt crossing his features. “It’s not an act, Rosie,” he replied, his voice low and wounded.“Then whatever it is, just stop it,” Rosa shot ba
Rosa felt a whirlwind of emotions she couldn't name. This was a moment she had craved so desperately during the long months of her first pregnancy. Back then, every time she sat in a waiting room, she had imagined what it would feel like to have Luciano accompany her like other husbands—to have him stand as her shield while she felt so vulnerable.But as the weeks turned into months, and he never searched for her, never returned her calls, those hopes had slowly withered. She’d had to teach herself, in real-time, how to be alone. She had steeled her heart so firmly that even now, with a second life growing inside her, she had arrived prepared to face every examination, every scan, and blood work in total solitude.But now, here was the devil, appearing at the very moment she had convinced herself his presence was impossible. She stood frozen, unable to move.Sensing her dazed stare, Luciano reached up and slid his sunglasses off, revealing eyes as blue and fathomless as the ocean. For
“Get dressed quickly. Renzo won't start until you're there,” Rosa said, her voice sounding slightly dull as she fought to keep her emotions under control. “He has to take his medicine on time,” she reminded him.Luciano nodded, rising from the bed. He called out to his son as he headed toward the door. “Renzo, you start eating. Daddy will be down as soon as I’m dressed.”“Okay, Daddy!” Renzo chirped. He was far too excited about finally having his father around to deny any request Luciano made.Soon, Luciano appeared at the breakfast table, looking every bit the formidable Don in a crisp white shirt, black tie, and a perfectly tailored black suit. When he arrived, he found Renzo clutching a piece of bread and jam in his small hand, eating with a look of pure deli
Rosa finished preparing breakfast for all of them, and to her surprise, she didn't feel nauseous. Perhaps her pregnancy was becoming unpredictable, or perhaps the baby in her womb was already relishing its father’s presence, just like its elder brother.She shook her head at the thought, trying to dispel the idea. She looked toward the stairs; Renzo and Luciano hadn't come down yet.She glanced at the spread she had laid out on the table. She had prepared the bread and jam for Renzo, but for Luciano, she had plated Bresaola and Parmigiano. She knew him too well; she knew he wouldn't be able to stomach just bread for a meal. As the coffee began to brew, filling the kitchen with its rich, bitter aroma, she decided to go upstairs and see for herself what was taking the father and son so long.She climbed the steps carefully and slowly. Just as she pushed open the door to Renzo’s room, he emerged from the bathroom with Luciano, a trail of steam following them like clouds. Renzo was bundle
The car stopped beside her, and she startled when the door was suddenly flung open. Her instincts kicked in, and before she could run, a deep voice rumbled, “Get in.”Rosa blinked, glancing at the open door and then at him. He had removed his coat, loosened his tie, and rolled the sleeves of his wh
Yes, Laura had always been unkind—sharp-tongued, jealous, and possessive—but this level of hatred, and showing it so openly in public, was unexpected. Rosa wasn’t Luciano’s wife anymore. Laura was the one marrying him next month. So why did she still sound threatened? Why was she still this vicio
The entire store went still.Heavy footsteps cut through the silence, each one deliberate… commanding.The polished black leather shoes that stopped just inches from her own came into Rosa’s tearful view first. Slowly, she lifted her lashes, her eyes tracing the tall, imposing frame before her. Bro
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







