登入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
Amara’s POV Alessandro wanted me to rest during the drive home. He said it more than once. But I couldn’t. Not after everything that had happened between us these past few days. Not after everything that was still waiting to be said. So I spoke first. “I heard La Camorra gave the Vitale family a suspension,” I said quietly. I didn’t even finish the question before he interrupted me. “You don’t have to worry about that,” he replied immediately. “It will be settled.” His tone wasn’t harsh. But it was final. “All I need from you and Venera right now,” he continued, reaching over to rest his hand gently against my lap, “is for both of you to stay healthy.” That was all he said. And somehow, it was also everything he wasn’t saying. So I didn’t push further. Instead, I leaned my head back against the seat and stayed quiet for the rest of the drive. By the time the car stopped in front of the house, I already saw Elena waiting outside. She was holding Vene
Amara’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.“
Amara’s POV The house felt too quiet. Not the peaceful kind of silence that came with early mornings or late nights, but the heavy, watchful kind—the kind that made every footstep echo and every shadow seem intentional. We were still in the middle of searching the villa for the missing pregnancy
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







