LOGINROCCOLuna came home on a Tuesday.The sun was so bright it felt like someone had ordered it special. Diana walked out of the hospital with our daughter in her arms, her white dress swinging in the wind, and I just stood there, watching the two of them, thinking there was no more dangerous combination in the world.Three weeks later, the routine had turned into a well-oiled machine.Wake up. Feed. Change the diaper. Feed again. Change the diaper again. Repeat.I never imagined a seven-pound creature could produce that much shit.“We’re out.” Diana appeared in the kitchen holding an empty pack of diapers. Hair in a messy bun. Face bare. Still beautiful. “The last one.”“What do you mean, the last one? I bought twenty packs last week.”“Well, she used them all.”I looked at the crib in the corner of the living room. Luna was awake, her little green eyes open, tiny hands swatting at the air. She saw me looking and smiled—a gummy, drooly, completely stupid smile. My heart melted.“I’ll ru
DIANAAlessandro stood there, frozen in the middle of the room. Flawless black suit. Perfectly knotted gray tie. Like he’d just stepped out of a meeting in Milan, not a twelve-hour flight to Hawaii.Then he looked at my daughter.Quick. A second, maybe two. His eyes—usually cold as steel—softened. His jaw, always clenched, loosened. He blinked, processing what he was seeing.“It’s a girl,” he said. His voice was lower. More human.I didn’t answer. I pulled Luna tighter against my chest.“How dare you come here after everything you did to us?” I snarled.Alessandro didn’t move.“An informant told me you gave birth at this hospital.”“An informant?” I repeated, horror crawling up my spine.I looked at Rocco. His green eyes were narrowed, jaw locked. Even far from Italy. Even hidden on some lost island in the Pacific. My bastard brother still had reach here.“Leave,” I ordered. “Now.”“Diana—”“LEAVE!”My scream echoed through the room. Luna whimpered. Rocco put his hand on my back.“You
DIANAThe hospital light was too white.That was the first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes.The second was the smell.That clean, terrifying scent of places where life and death dance hand in hand.The third was him.Rocco sat in a plastic chair beside my bed, his body slumped, head thrown back, mouth slightly open. He slept like someone who hadn't slept in days—heavy, deep, as if he'd collapsed right there. Dark circles stood out against pale skin. His stubble had grown wild and unchecked. One of his hands still held mine, even in sleep.I looked at that hand.Big fingers, calloused knuckles, tattoos crawling up his arms and disappearing under the sleeve of a rumpled gray shirt.I tried to sit up.My body screamed.A dull, throbbing pain spread through my abdomen like someone had shoved a hot iron inside me. My hand went to my stomach—empty. Flat. Different."Easy," Rocco's rough voice cut through the silence.He was already awake.Those green eyes—red, actually, from exhaustio
ROCCOI considered it for a second. Just one."Save my wife.""Mr. Moretti, I don't think you understand. In this situation, it's easier to save the baby. Your wife… she won't make it. If we focus on her, we could lose both of them."The world crumbled at my feet.I stood there, arms hanging at my sides, my chest hollow. I could barely breathe. There was only that word echoing inside my head: lose. I couldn't lose her.And then, before I could stop it, a tear slid down my face.It moved slowly, hot, burning my skin."You need to decide," the doctor insisted, his voice more urgent now.I lifted my head."I'm not deciding a fucking thing."I turned my back on him and started walking toward the delivery room."Sir, you can't go in there!" the doctor shouted behind me.I kept walking.His hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway. He tried to catch up, grabbing my shoulder."Sir, I strongly urge you to wait here, or I'll call security—"I didn't hear the rest.Nurses appeared in front of
ROCCOI pressed both hands to the back of my neck. My head was about to explode.That's when Luca appeared in the doorway, gasping for air."The plane's here! The pilot managed to come early! He's at the helipad, ready to take off."I didn't even think. I scooped Diana into my arms—she weighed less than she should, her body limp, her eyes half-open—and ran down the stairs. Maria followed with a bag of towels and whatever little we had.Diana groaned when I set her in the jet's seat."Rocco... it hurts so much...""I know, baby. I know. We're almost there. Stay with me. Stay awake for me."She tried. She really tried. But halfway there, when Hawaii was already appearing on the horizon, her eyes closed.Her face went slack. Her hand, which had been squeezing mine, loosened."Diana?" I called. "Diana!"She didn't answer."Fuck! Wake up, baby! Wake up!"Maria put her hand to Diana's neck."She passed out, Rocco. Her pulse is weak."The jet touched down on a runway in Honolulu. An ambulanc
ROCCOAfter the "I do" and the kiss that felt like it lasted forever, the party was exactly what Diana wanted: simple, full of love, and no fuss.Maria had set up a long table on the sand, loaded with fruit, cheese, bread, and a bunch of Hawaiian food I couldn't even name. Ramón was strumming a guitar in the corner, off-key as a squeaky door, but nobody gave a damn.Diana laughed the whole time.I couldn't stop looking at her.The setting sun hit Diana's face dead-on, turning her golden, almost like an angel. Her white dress swayed in the breeze, and her seven-month belly looked like a tiny full moon under the light fabric."You gonna stare at me like that through dinner?" she teased, with that crooked smile that fucking killed me."Yep.""Won't you get tired?""Never."She laughed, threw her head back, and my chest filled with something I'd never felt before. It wasn't just love. It was peace. It was the certainty that after all the shit I'd been through in my life, I was finally exa
ROCCOI woke up to cold white hospital light burning my eyes. Tried to lift my head, but it felt like it was full of lead. I turned it to the side, and that's when I saw something that made my heart hammer. Diana. The most beautiful thing I'd ever seen in my life, lying right next to me, holding m
ROCCOThat NightI shoved the door open and tossed my car keys onto the table. Diana's engagement bullshit was still clawing at my brain. I knew I had to get her out of there, no matter the cost. The plan was already mapped out in my head, just a few fucking details left to nail down.I paced throu
DIANAMy dress rode up and bunched. I felt his hard length inside his pants pressing directly against my pussy, covered only by the thin fabric of my panties. A wave of heat coursed through my body, my breathing turning ragged.He held me firmly, his fingers stroking my thighs in a way that made
DIANAI knocked with my knuckles on the door ahead. Within seconds—like someone had been waiting—it swung open. A hand grabbed my arm and yanked me inside. I gasped, almost screamed, but Rocco clamped his hand over my mouth before I could. He shut the door and pinned me against it.“What are you







