MasukAmara’s POV I woke up to the sharp vibration of my phone on the bedside table. For a brief moment, I stared at the ceiling, disoriented, before reaching for it. Beside me, Alessandro shifted slightly. I noticed his eyes open for the briefest second before he turned onto his side again and closed them, pretending to be asleep. Whether he intended to give me privacy or simply didn't want to start another conversation between us, I couldn't tell. The phone continued ringing. The moment I saw Marco's name flashing across the screen, my heart skipped. I quickly slipped out of bed, careful not to make too much noise, and quietly left the bedroom before answering. "What is it, Marco?" I asked in a hushed voice. "Why are you calling this early?" "I just wanted to tell you not to leave the house," he replied casually. "In case you already have plans. I'm coming over because I want to see my daughter." My grip tightened around the phone. "No," I said immediately. "Don't come. I'll be
Alessandro’s POV Before Damian and I left the house that morning, I gathered the men assigned to guard the estate. "There is one order," I told them. "No one is to enter this house while I'm away." They nodded. I looked at each of them before adding the names that mattered most. "Especially Marco and Victor." Neither of them was welcome here. Victor was obvious. The man had made it his life's mission to destroy my family. Marco was different. Not because I believed he wanted to hurt Amara, but because of the company he had chosen to keep. The last time he came to the estate, I refused to let him inside. After everything Victor had done to Amara—after all the pain he had caused—Marco had still chosen to stand beside him. Marco, of all people, should have understood. Anyone who willingly walked beside a man determined to destroy Amara could never convince me that he meant her well. That thought stayed with me throughout the day. The moment Damian stopped the car in fron
Amara's POV I never imagined Ginevra would see me like this.Broken.Lost.Questioning everything I thought I knew about my own marriage.She looked at me with sympathy, something I never expected from her."It's in the past now, Amara," she said softly. "Out of everyone, you should know how much Alessandro loves and adores you."But her words barely reached me.I wasn't listening anymore.My thoughts were too loud.Every memory I shared with Alessandro now seemed to carry questions I had never thought to ask.I couldn't bear staying there another second.Without another word, I stood and quietly excused myself.By the time I reached the front of the estate, Marco was still waiting exactly where I had left him.The moment he saw my face, he already knew.Still, he asked."What did she say?"His eyes searched mine."Did she confirm that what I told you was true?"I couldn't answer him.I didn't have the strength to.Instead, I silently opened the passenger door, climbed into the car,
Amara's POV Marco showing up at the house after Alessandro left was already unexpected. But hearing him say he intended to take Venera and me away with him was something I never could have imagined. Even so, none of that compared to what came next. The moment he mentioned that Alessandro had once intended to give one of my babies away, everything else disappeared from my mind. At first, I wanted to ask him how he even knew I had been pregnant with twins. Very few people knew that. But the question quickly became meaningless. There was only one thing I needed answered. I looked at him, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is that true... or are you making it up?" Marco's expression didn't change. "You need to stop pretending you don't know," he said. "The man you love so completely intended to give one of your child to Ginevra." The words struck me harder the second time. I couldn't explain what happened to my body. It felt as though every ounce of strength had left me at
Marco’s POV I was already sitting in the car with one of Victor's men beside me, waiting for the only confirmation I needed before making my move. After what felt like forever, another one of Victor's men finally approached the car. "Boss, he left with Damian," he said. I looked at him carefully. "You saw the car leave the estate yourself?" I asked. I needed certainty. No mistakes. "Yes," he replied immediately. "I made sure of it." Only then did I nod and dismiss him. The moment I had my confirmation, I started the engine and drove straight toward the Vitale estate. The house looked exactly as they had described—quiet, almost abandoned. For a brief moment, I thought Amara might have gone with Alessandro, and disappointment settled heavily in my chest. Then I heard Venera crying. Relief washed over me. She was still here. This opportunity had come because of Victor's planning after Alessandro humiliated me the last time I visited. He had blocked me from seeing both Am
Victor’s POV The oath-taking ceremony for the position of Capo dei Capi was only a few days away. And there was no way I was going to step into that role without my father standing beside me. So before anything else—before the preparations, before the alliances that still needed reinforcing—I decided to bring him home myself. That was where my morning began. On my way there, my phone rang. Emma. “I need to speak with you,” she said. “Something important.” If she hadn’t said important, I might have told her to wait until later without thinking twice. But Emma rarely called me like that unless something truly mattered. “I’m on my way to handle something first,” I told her. “Can it wait?” There was a pause. “Yes,” she said finally. “Come when you’re done.” Her voice sounded calm, but not relaxed. Whatever she wanted to tell me could wait—but not for long. We agreed to meet later. When I finally arrived where my father had been staying, the first thing I felt wasn’t relie
Alessandro’s POV. The truck slowed, then came to a sudden stop. I looked around, confused. The place was crowded—too crowded. People moved in clusters, voices overlapping, laughter mixing with the low thrum of music from somewhere nearby. It didn’t look like a final destination, not the kind of
Alessandro’s POV When I got back to Genoa, I didn’t announce myself. The house Matteo and I were staying in wasn’t large—just an ordinary place an errand boy could afford without raising suspicion. One living space. One narrow kitchen. No walls thick enough to hide anything. The kind of place wh
Chapter 118Amara’s POVI had thought—naively—that when Alessandro came back, even if it was only for a short while, time would finally slow down for us. That we would steal hours from the world the way we used to steal glances. But that wasn’t the case. His visit felt like borrowed time, rushed an
Alessandro’s POV Ever since my arrival in Genoa, one would think Matteo and I lived inside a club. Night after night, the music never truly ended. Different locations, same dim lights, same pulse of sound vibrating through the walls, same scent of alcohol and expensive recklessness hanging in th







