LOGINTo my beautiful readers, I’m so sorry for the delay! I finished this chapter earlier but waited to upload it because I was too sleepy to check for missed details. Honestly, I’ve been struggling with a bit of writer’s block since returning from a wedding. My mind has been distracted, but I’m working hard to dive back into the story. Once a scene is clear in my head, the writing happens fast—it’s just the "thinking" part that’s taking time right now! Please stay with me; I truly need your support, my lovelies. To get us back on track, I’ll be uploading two chapters every day—one in the morning and one in the evening. Thank you for your patience! 🥂✨
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 question hung in the air, cold and heavy. His parents had separated when Luciano was too small to even remember the lines of his face. There had been no one to teach him how to fight the shadows. Even his mother had been a distant figure, leaving him to face the terrors of the night alone until he simply stopped sleeping altogether to avoid the dreams.He didn't want to explain that he had learned to fight monsters by becoming one.“Renzo, let’s get you showered,” he announced, his voice regaining its authoritative edge as he stood up. He looked at Rosa, his gaze unreadable. “While we do that, Mommy can make us breakfast.”Rosa watched him, her eyes narrowing slightly as she shook her head. Even in a moment of vulnerability, he was still the bossy, commanding man.
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
Luciano placed her in the passenger seat and carefully tucked the seatbelt around her. Rosa sat perfectly still, unable to move, her body too frozen in shock to shift even an inch. He rounded the car, climbed into the driver’s seat, and fired the ignition. As they tore away, Rosa kept her eyes glue
As Laura began recording, Francesca stood beside her with a cunning smile, her heart filled with malice as she watched Rosa panic.Rosa scrambled backward, her heels digging into the floor as she tried to retreat from the men advancing on her. Their eyes were dark, filled with a vile lust that made
Unlocking the door with her keys, she moved quietly; she didn't want to ring the bell, unsure if Renzo was still sleeping. She pushed the door open and clicked it shut behind her, holding her breath as she stepped into the entryway. The sound of vibrant laughter hit her. Renzo and Lucy were huddled







