LOGINAmara'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.“
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
Alessandro’s POV I still hadn’t made a decision. I stood there in the hospital corridor like a man carved out of stone, eyes fixed on nothing, ears ringing with words I didn’t yet have the strength to answer. Mother or child. Life or life. A choice no man should ever be forced to make. My han
Victor’s POV The moment Damian stormed into the warehouse with his men, I didn’t hesitate. I fled. I slipped away through the chaos like a shadow retreating from fire, leaving Matteo behind to face whatever consequences came next. Gunshots echoed in the distance as I ran, but I didn’t look







