LOGINMira's P.O.VThe silence after he left was the loudest sound I’d ever heard.For a long time, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. My whole body shook as I stared at the steel door where Luca had disappeared, the echo of his words still burning in my chest.“I love you, Mira. More than I’ve ever loved anything.”The world outside still roared—gunfire, thunder, the collapse of everything we once called home—but all I could hear was that one promise, fading into the smoke.I looked down at the tiny life in my arms. Her skin was so soft, her breathing fragile and steady. Her little fingers clung to mine as if she already knew how broken the world was and refused to let go.I didn’t even realize I was crying until my tears fell onto her cheek. “Shh, it’s okay,” I whispered shakily, brushing them away. “Mommy’s here. Daddy’s just… he’s fixing things.”But even as I said it, I didn’t believe it.Every instinct inside me screamed that Luca might not come back.The sound of a distant explosion
Mira’s P.O.VThe world outside was falling apart.Flames devoured the edges of the mansion, turning marble to ash and echoing memories to smoke. The sound of war still throbbed in the distance—shouts, gunfire, the crackling of everything we once knew burning to the ground. But inside the steel walls of the safe room, time had stopped.It was just me, Luca, and the life trying to break free inside me.I clutched his hand so tightly that my nails dug into his skin. The pain came in waves now, deep and relentless, each contraction pulling me closer to the edge. I could barely think beyond the agony, beyond the noise of my own heartbeat.“Luca—” I gasped, tears streaming down my face. “It hurts—please—it hurts so much.”“I know, amore, I know,” he whispered, his voice breaking as he wiped the sweat from my forehead with his trembling hand. “Breathe with me. Come on, Mira—inhale… exhale.”He was trying to stay calm, but I could see the fear in his eyes. His shirt was soaked with blood and
Mira’s P.O.VThe night exploded into chaos.Gunfire ripped through the compound, shattering the quiet like glass. The sound was deafening—bullets hitting steel, men shouting orders, the pounding of boots against marble floors. The storm outside howled like it was mourning, wind and rain colliding with the echo of violence.I pressed my back against the wall, breath sharp, trembling. The air was thick with smoke and fear. Cassandra had drawn her gun, eyes steady and cold as she moved toward the main door, her every step precise.“Stay behind me,” she ordered without looking back.But I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. Luca was out there—facing the man who gave him life and took away everything else.And the baby—our child—was kicking harder than ever, as if sensing that danger had entered the world it wasn’t ready for yet.“Cassandra,” I whispered, my voice breaking, “we have to help him.”She turned to m
Mira’s P.O.VThe storm outside had grown worse.Thunder rolled like distant gunfire while lightning illuminated the compound through the narrow windows. Inside the war room, the air was so heavy with tension that even breathing felt dangerous.Luca stood motionless, staring at the documents Cassandra had thrown on the table. His father’s name—Antonio De Silva—was printed across the top of every page, attached to offshore accounts, coded transactions, and government-linked contracts that made my stomach turn.“This can’t be,” Luca whispered, his voice hoarse. “He died in Milan. I saw the reports. I buried him myself.”Cassandra crossed her arms, unflinching. “You buried what he wanted you to bury. A name. Not a body.”I watched the muscles in Luca’s jaw tighten, the storm inside him barely contained. “You’re saying my father faked his own death to fund the people attacking us?”“Yes,” she said flatly. “And he’s been rebui
Mira’s P.O.VThe world outside the hospital was a blur of darkness and rain.Cassandra moved with the kind of confidence that came from years of surviving danger. Every step she took was calculated, every turn of her head precise. I followed her through the back exit, the cold air hitting my face like needles. My legs still felt weak, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was Luca.“Stay close,” Cassandra whispered, her voice barely audible over the storm. “They’ve got eyes everywhere.”We slipped into a black SUV waiting behind the hospital. The driver didn’t speak a word—just nodded once before starting the engine. As the car sped away, I looked back through the tinted window. The hospital lights faded into the distance, swallowed by the night.“Where are we going?” I finally asked.Cassandra didn’t look at me. “Somewhere Luca never wanted you to find.”Her words sent a chill through me. “You mean—”
Mira’s P.O.VWhen I opened my eyes, the world was quiet.Too quiet.The last thing I remembered was the sound of gunfire, the taste of rain and blood in the air—and Luca’s voice begging me to stay awake. Now, everything was wrapped in stillness. White walls. The faint scent of antiseptic. A steady beep echoing somewhere near my ear.I blinked hard, realizing I was lying in a hospital bed. My hand instinctively flew to my stomach.The baby.“Please…” I whispered, tears welling instantly.Before panic could fully drown me, a voice spoke softly from the corner. “He’s fine, Mira.”I turned my head slowly—and froze.Cassandra Navarro was sitting beside the window, her arms crossed, a faint bruise darkening her temple. She looked like she hadn’t slept in days. Her eyes, usually sharp and cold, were softer now.“He’s fine,” she repeated. “Both of you are.”My heart slammed against my rib







