Mag-log inAmara’s POVI woke up to the feeling of someone gently caressing my hand.For a moment, I didn’t open my eyes.I thought I was still dreaming.The last thing I remembered clearly was being at the house… Marco rushing upstairs to get his car key so he could take me to the hospital. After that, everything had blurred into fragments—voices, movement, dizziness, darkness.So when I felt the warmth of a familiar touch against my palm, I told myself it couldn’t be real.Not yet.Slowly, I opened my eyes.Alessandro was sitting beside me.For a second, I just stared at him.The white hospital walls around us came into focus little by little, and only then did I understand that I really was in the hospital. But somehow, seeing him there instead of Marco made everything feel unreal again—like I had woken up inside the wrong version of the same moment.Then he smiled.And when his hand moved gently to my face, brushing my cheek with quiet care, the last doubt disappeared.He was really there.“
Marco’s POVI didn’t leave the hospital immediately.Even after the argument with Alessandro, I stayed.I told myself I was only waiting to hear whether Amara would wake up.But the truth was simpler than that.I wasn’t ready to walk away from her.Or from my daughter.So I waited.I stayed in the hallway longer than I should have, pacing between the windows and the nurses’ station until one of the nurses who had been attending to Amara finally stepped out of her room.I stopped her before she could pass me.“How is she?” I asked.“She’s awake now,” she replied gently.That was all I needed to hear.I didn’t waste another second.I walked straight to her room and knocked once before reaching for the handle.But the door opened before I could push it.Alessandro stepped out.His hand was already against the door.Blocking it.Blocking me.For a moment, neither of us spoke.Then he said quietly,“Walk with me.”I didn’t argue.I followed him.We walked down the corridor in silence at fi
Alessandro’s POV I already knew the day was going to be long the moment it began with a message from Don Epifanio requesting to see me. After what happened at Laura’s wedding, I had tried to meet him several times. Every attempt ended the same way. Whenever Damian and I arrived at his estate, his men would tell me he wasn’t available. Even when his car was parked inside the compound. Even when I could see him myself—once on the terrace, standing exactly where he always stood in the mornings. Still, they said he wasn’t there. It didn’t take long for me to understand the truth. He was angry. And he didn’t want to see me. So when the message finally came that he was ready to meet me today— I felt something I hadn’t expected. Relief. I didn’t waste time. Damian drove us there immediately. On the way, I prepared myself for what I believed was coming. His anger. His disappointment. His judgment. Maybe even his silence. But none of that happened. When I entered the roo
Marco’s POV Coming to see Amara after Alessandro left the house showed me something I hadn’t expected to discover about myself. Being around Venera changed something in me. At first, I thought I was only visiting because it was the right thing to do. Because the house felt different without Alessandro there. Because someone needed to be present. But it wasn’t just that. Playing with her—watching her laugh, watching her reach for me without hesitation—made something inside me settle in a way I didn’t recognize at first. I liked making her laugh. I liked the way her face lit up when I made silly expressions. I liked how she tried to copy me when I exaggerated my voice just to hear her giggle again. And when she stumbled toward me with her small arms stretched out, expecting me to catch her— I always did. Without thinking. Without hesitation. Without wanting to be anywhere else. It felt… right. Strangely right. I had never felt that kind of certainty before. Not about a
Amara’s POV It had been three days since Alessandro left the house. Three days— and he still hadn’t come back. Damian hadn’t returned either. Every time I called him, he answered politely, but his response never changed. “Boss isn’t available to speak right now.” At first, I tried to remain calm. Then I asked him where Alessandro was staying. Just once. But even then, Damian avoided the question with careful excuses that told me everything I needed to know without saying anything at all. He was protecting Alessandro’s space. And I understood why. So I stopped asking. Because I believed when Alessandro was ready to hear me— he would come back on his own. Still, the house didn’t feel the same without him. Everything reminded me of him. His chair. His study door. The quiet footsteps he made when he came upstairs late at night. Even Venera kept looking toward the entrance sometimes, as if she expected him to walk in at any moment. Marco had been visiting regularly s
Amara’s POV I thought Alessandro and I would finally talk when he came home. I believed once he walked through that door, once he saw me, once we stood in the same room again, he would at least listen. But he didn’t. He didn’t even look at me. The moment he stepped out of the car, his eyes went straight to Venera. I barely had time to say his name before he carried her out of my arms and walked past me like I wasn’t even there. Like I didn’t exist. Like I hadn’t spent the entire night waiting for him to return. He didn’t come upstairs. He didn’t come to our room. Instead, he went straight to his study and closed the door behind him. I stood outside that door longer than I could admit to anyone. Talking. Explaining. Begging him to listen. But nothing I said reached him. Or maybe it did— and he simply chose not to answer. The whole day passed like that. Every time I tried to speak to him, he moved away. Every time I asked where he had been, he stayed silent. Every
Amara’s POV The moment Alessandro returned home, he came straight to the kitchen where I was. I had been standing near the counter, holding Venera in my arms while giving Elena instructions about dinner. The smell of garlic and tomatoes filled the room, but my mind had been far away since mornin
Victor’s POV As I drove back home, my mind refused to stay quiet. Alessandro was at my house. Waiting. That alone was enough to make a dozen different possibilities run through my head. Why would he come to me? Had he started suspecting something? Maybe he believed I was the only one who co
Victor’s POVWhen I arrived at Don Francesco’s estate, I saw him outside.Waiting.That alone was enough to tell me this meeting mattered.Don Francesco never waited for anyone.Especially not for me.His men stood a few steps behind him like statues while he rested his hands on the railing of the
Amara’s POV I couldn’t do anything for the rest of the day after Victor’s call. At first I thought the call itself was the worst part. But then Marco’s message came. We should meet. I’m sure you have something to reveal to me. Or I can go ask Victor. The moment I read it, my chest t







