LOGINAmara’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 After I left Don Epifanio’s estate, I didn’t drive far. I only made it to the roadside before stopping the car. I stayed there longer than I intended to. Long enough for Damian to find me. He didn’t ask questions when he arrived. He never did when it mattered. “How are things over there?” I asked him. “People are leaving,” he replied. That was expected. “What about Amara?” I asked next. “She’s still there.” Something tightened in my chest. “She didn’t come with her car, boss,” Damian continued carefully. “Signora Rebecca already left. She might have to take a taxi home.” For a moment, I said nothing. I told myself it wasn’t my concern anymore. That I had already heard everything I needed to hear. That I had already seen enough. But the thought of her standing there alone— after what had just happened— after what she had just admitted— didn’t sit right with me. “Get back into the car,” I said finally. Damian didn’t hesitate. “We’re going back t
Marco’s POV Strangely enough, everything happening the way it did might have been inevitable. Maybe even necessary. At least now Victor had nothing left to manipulate. No more secrets to twist. No more silence to use against us. So I stayed where I was and watched the reactions unfold around me. One by one. Shock. Anger. Disbelief. Humiliation. It spread across the courtyard like fire. Laura’s reaction didn’t surprise me. When she stepped forward and slapped me, I didn’t stop her. I didn’t even try. “How can you stand there like this doesn’t concern you?” she demanded. “You should be begging for my forgiveness!” But I couldn’t give her what she wanted. Not an apology. Not remorse. Not even an explanation. Because the truth was— I had only just learned that Venera was my daughter. Not long ago. And I was still trying to understand what that meant. Still trying to understand what I was supposed to feel. Still trying to understand what I had already lost withou
Amara’s POV Every attempt I made to speak to Alessandro about the secret I had been keeping from him failed. Not once. Not twice. Every single time something interrupted us. And with each passing hour, the feeling inside me only grew stronger— I was running out of time. It wasn’t just anxie
Victor’s POV It was finally Laura’s wedding day. And even though I intended to ruin it— I was still looking forward to it. There was something satisfying about watching a plan reach its final stage. Every step I had set in motion over the past days was already moving exactly where it needed t
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

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