LOGINAlessandro’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
Alessandro’s POV I accepted the suspension. I accepted hearing the Vitale name whispered across the room like something fragile and already broken. I even accepted the quiet laughter that followed us when the meeting ended. What I could not accept— was Victor’s appointment. Not because he received a position. But because of which position he received. That title was not something a man simply stepped into. It carried history. Blood. Consequences. So when the meeting ended, I didn’t leave with the others. I walked straight toward Don Francesco. Before I could even speak, he turned to me with a knowing smile. “It took you long enough to come and ask for forgiveness,” he said. “If you’re here for my help, I’m not offering it. I warned you that girl would be your biggest mistake.” I held his gaze steadily. “I didn’t come to beg for forgiveness,” I replied calmly. “And I didn’t come asking for support.” His smile faded slightly. “I came to ask why you gave that position
Victor’s POV La Camorra called an urgent meeting this morning. By the time I arrived, nearly every man was already there. Every chair was occupied. Every voice was lowered. Every face carried the same expression—curiosity pretending to be concern. Only one seat remained empty. Don Epifanio’s. And honestly, I understood why. A man like him—one who had spent decades building his name on discipline, reputation, and control—does not simply walk into a room full of men after becoming the subject of their quiet laughter overnight. Respect, once cracked in this world, never returns whole. Still, his absence didn’t surprise me. What surprised me— was Alessandro. He arrived not long after I did. With Damian beside him. I studied him carefully as he walked in. No hesitation. No visible anger. No shame. No alcohol on his breath. No signs of collapse. For a brief moment, I had expected something different. A man in his position usually disappears for a few days. Usually d
Alessandro’s POV Damian woke me earlier than usual that morning. I knew something was wrong the moment I saw his face. “Boss, we have a problem,” he said. There was no hesitation in his voice. No attempt to soften the words. Just urgency. I sat up immediately. “What happened?” “It’s Don Epi
Amara’s POV All my attempts to speak to Alessandro alone that day had failed. Every single one of them. At some point, I convinced myself that maybe the house would finally give us the privacy I needed. Maybe once we returned home—away from everyone else—I would be able to tell him the truth pr
Alessandro’s POV By the time Damian and I finished everything at Don Epifanio’s estate, I believed the worst of the day was behind us. The arrangements for the wedding were settled. The final confirmations were done. Nothing important had been left unresolved. For the first time since morning,
Amara’s POV After leaving Emma’s apartment, I didn’t go home immediately. I couldn’t. Not yet. Instead, I made one more stop before returning to the Epifanio estate. Victor. I told myself I wasn’t going there to argue. I wasn’t going there to beg either. I only needed him to understand what







