ログインCeline POVThe penthouse hadn’t changed since the last time I saw it, Same floor-to-ceiling windows. Same dark wood, same cold marble, same view of a city that had taken everything from me and given nothing back.A woman in a gray suit stood waiting by the door with a tablet in her hands.“Miss Russo. I’m Petra, head of staff. I’ll show you to your room.”“Room,” I repeated. “ I hope it is room for me alone,”“Yes, ma’am.” She replied, her face buried on the tablet in her hands like she was too afraid to look at my face.“Not his room.” I added.Petra’s expression didn’t change. “Mr. Moretti instructed separate quarters. This way.”I followed her down a hallway I used to know by heart, past the kitchen where he used to make me coffee at six in the morning, past the study where he used to fall asleep at his desk with his tie loosened and his sleeves rolled up.The room she led me to was at the far end of the penthouse. Beautiful. Sterile. Nothing in it that belonged to me.“Your things
Celine POV The building looked exactly the same. Glass. Steel. My reflection walking toward it, small against all that height. I stopped at the entrance and made myself breathe. “I can do this,” I whispered. “For Aria.” The lobby was colder than I remembered. Marble floors, the click of my heels too loud in the silence. A security guard looked up from the front desk and froze when he saw my face. “Miss Russo?” I didn’t answer. I just kept walking. “Miss Russo, you can’t just—” “Tell him I’m here,” I said, not slowing down. “He’ll want to know.” The guard reached for his radio, but I was already at the elevators. My hand was shaking when I pressed the button for the top floor. The doors closed and the elevators climbed up. I watched the numbers light up one by one and tried not to think about the last time I rode this elevator. Tried not to think about his hands on my waist, his mouth against my ear, promises he never meant. The doors opened onto the top floor. His assist
Ms Russo,” the doctor called as he settled down in his office, passing a report to me.“Your daughter had a congenital heart defect,” he said, leaning in closer.“W-what does that mean?” I asked, staring at his face.“It's Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. The wall of the heart is thickened — it’s been there since birth, likely dormant until now.” He added again.“N-no, That's impossible, she just had a seizure, low blood sugar or something, s-she cannot, she’s fine, i-it was just, she just passed out at school, it cannot be that serious ” I argued, laying the reports down.“Ms Russo, I understand it’s hard to comprehend, but that was just a warning, without intervention, she will have another ans the next one may not be recoverable.”“What kind of intervention?”“A transplant.” He folded his hands on the desk. “We have a donor heart. A match. It came available yesterday, which is—” he paused, choosing carefully, “—fortunate. Hearts don’t wait, Ms. Russo. If we can’t move forward within e
The next day, I got up as early as I could and headed to a hospital. I wasn’t going to keep Salvatore Moretti’s child.“Please, have a seat,” the doctor said as I stepped in his office.“Im here for, um…” I muttered, my lips parting, while I stared at him, unable to speak.“The nurses already filled me in on what you’re here to do, I just want you to know that it’s okay, and while we’re on that, would you like to see other alternatives, giving it up for adoption or—““No, I want to get rid of it,” I said sharply, swallowing hard.The doctor watched me quietly for a moment, like he was measuring whether I truly meant the words I had just spoken. His fingers tapped lightly on the desk before he leaned back in his chair. “Alright,” he said finally, his voice calm, almost too calm for the storm raging inside my chest.Before we proceed, we’ll have to confirm the pregnancy through an ultrasound and a blood test. Standard procedure.”I nodded quickly. “That’s fine.”He pressed a button on
One month later“N-no, no, this cannot be…” I crashed down on the floor, my hands jittery as I crashed onto the floor.“Pregnant,” I stared at the test results in my hands, tears rolling down my face.“It’s impossible,” I muttered , staring at the three other test strips on the floor, all positive.“I cannot be pregnant, not for Salvatore, n-not him,” My breath caught in my throat, tears dripping down my face uncontrollably.The bathroom felt too small all of a sudden. Too quiet. My chest rose and fell too quickly as the word echoed again and again in my head.Pregnant.“No,” I said again, shaking my head violently as if that alone could change what the tests were telling me. My fingers trembled as I picked up another strip from the floor, staring at the two pink lines until my vision blurred.Four tests.Four.“They’re wrong,” I whispered, though the words sounded weak even to my own ears. “They have to be wrong.”But the truth sat heavy in my chest.One month.Exactly one month sinc
“Celine, listen to me — you cannot — I cannot let you leave.”His hand closed around my arm before I could get three steps away.“Your father isn’t who you think he—”“Let go!” I yanked against his grip and when that didn’t work I swung. My palm cracked hard across his face.The sound cut through everything. The reporters. The sirens. All of it and I watched Salvatore go still.I’d never hit anyone in my life. My hand was stinging and I didn’t care. I stepped into his space so he could hear every word clearly.“You ruined my family,” I said, my voice shaking so hard it barely came out. “My father is being thrown behind bars because of you. And you’re standing here telling me to come with you? Why? So you can throw me behind bars too?”His jaw was tight.A red mark was already rising where my hand had connected and he wasn’t touching his face, wasn’t flinching, just standing there looking at me with an expression I couldn’t read and didn’t want to.“Celine—”“Read my lips.” I stepped
“Move—move—excuse me!”A hand grabbed my arm as I tried to push through the crowd.“Miss Russo! Is it true your father was arrested this morning?”“What?” I snapped, trying to pull away. “Let go of me.”Another microphone shoved into my face.“Did you know about the trafficking charges?”Flashes expl
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