Mag-log inAlessandro’s POV Dressing up that morning with the intention of attending Victor’s oath-taking ceremony had never been part of my plans. If anyone had told me a few days ago that I would willingly walk into a room filled with the same men who had watched my family's name fall apart, I would have laughed at them. Yet here I was, standing in front of the mirror, adjusting the cuff of my shirt while preparing to do exactly that. Victor had come to see me yesterday with an invitation and an offer I hadn't expected. He had made it sound like attending his ceremony could become an opportunity for me to regain some favor within La Camorra, especially with my suspension still hanging over my head and every accusation they had made against me and my family. I didn't trust Victor. I never would. But that didn't mean he was wrong. Perhaps this was an opportunity I couldn't afford to ignore. If there was even the slightest possibility that showing my face at his ceremony cou
Victor’s I had been waiting for this day for a long time. Tomorrow was the oath-taking ceremony for the position of “Capo dei Capi”, and for the first time, I could finally feel the weight of what I had accomplished settling on my shoulders. But there was one final invitation still sitting in my possession. And I knew exactly who I wanted to give it to. The one person I knew would never have made this possible without his own actions. Alessandro Vitale. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, the downfall of the Vitale family had created the path that had led me here. Without the secrets surrounding Amara, without the chaos at Laura's wedding, without the revelations that had shaken the entire La Camorra, I wouldn't be standing where I was now. So, before I took the position officially, I wanted him there. I wanted him to witness it. I drove straight to the Vitale estate. When I arrived, I found Alessandro exactly where I expected him to be—outside the house, preparing to l
Amara’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 And then our eyes met. Amara. The woman I dare not mention by name. The woman who was once my entire world. The woman my heart had chosen long before I understood what love meant. The woman who made everything around her feel alive. When Alessandro greeted me and said he wanted to
Amara’s POV The moment the plane touched down in Rome, my chest tightened. Home. Or at least, the place that now held our fate. The cold Moscow air was gone, replaced by the familiar warmth of Italy the moment we stepped out of the airport. Alessandro kept one arm protectively around me while
Amara’s POV I noticed Alessandro’s mood had changed over the past few days. At first, I thought maybe I was imagining it. He still smiled when he held Venera, still woke up before me to change her, still made sure I took my medication, and still walked beside me during my rehabilitation exerc
Marco’s POV I have tried to live on the low since Victor dragged me from Naples back to Rome. I never wanted to be here. I made that clear to everyone — especially Victor — but he was too stubborn to listen, and after a while, I stopped bothering to argue. Rome never listens. It just drags you b







