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Chapter 97

Author: Abisola Janet
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-28 23:17:42

Alessandro’s POV

Agreeing to Ginevra’s terms felt like swallowing poison.

Every part of me rejected it—my mind, my instincts, my loyalty to Amara. But when I remembered the way Don Francesco’s voice had dropped as he spoke of my mother… that warning, that threat between his words… I knew I had no choice. The unknown danger hanging over Amara was far worse than the humiliation I had to endure tonight.

But the moment Ginevra said she wanted Amara’s child, something inside of me recoiled.

I had almost told Amara the truth right there.

Almost confessed to what had been asked of me.

But she would never accept it.

She would rather die than hand her baby to Ginevra.

And she didn’t know the babies were two, not one.

Giving each woman one child… it solved the immediate problem. It bought time. Time I desperately needed.

And the moment Amara gave birth, I planned to get her out of Italy—quietly, safely, under protection so thick even Don Francesco's reach would struggle to touc
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