LOGINVictor’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 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 My eyes never left Alessandro the entire time he was in that hospital. Not when he paced the corridor like a caged animal. Not when his hands shook as he scrubbed them over his face. Not when his gaze went distant, sharp, calculating—the look of a man already planning his next mov
Alessandro’s POV The warehouse looked different at night—emptier, quieter, like it already knew what I had come to do. I stepped out of the car slowly, the crunch of gravel beneath my shoes echoing too loudly in the stillness. The metal doors were half open, light spilling out in uneven lines
Alessandro’s POV Victor had walked up to me the moment he saw I walked out of the doctor's Office. I stayed silent as Victor spoke, his eyes fixed on the tiled floor beneath his feet. Every word Victor said landed, heavy and deliberate, but I didn’t interrupt—not because I fully trusted him, bu
Victor’s POV I stayed in the corner of the corridor, half-hidden behind a pillar, the brim of my cap pulled low as if that alone could erase my presence. I didn’t need to be seen. I only needed to hear. And I heard everything. Don Francesco’s voice reached me clearly—soft at first, almost fat







