LOGINAndrea’s POVWeeks passed like this. Slow and heavy, each day much like the last.And then everything changed on a Thursday afternoon.I was in the kitchen when the call came through.Dante was at the table across from me, working through a stack of documents that Luca's organization had generated in the weeks since the explosion. Someone had to keep things running, and that someone had quietly, inevitably become him. He hadn't complained once. Hadn't talked about the weight of it, hadn't acknowledged the exhaustion that showed itself only in the slight tension around his eyes and the way he sometimes sat very still for a moment before turning the next page.I'd been watching him more than I was watching my own laptop screen, which had a half-written chapter on it that I hadn't touched in forty minutes.My phone lit up on the table between us.Unknown number. Hospital prefix.We both saw it at the same time.I grabbed it so fast I nearly knocked over my coffee."Hello?""Is this Andre
Andrea’s POVI tried to be optimistic in front of Dahlia, who woke up after the explosion to find herself in a hospital bed with the man she loved fighting for his life two floors above her.When Dante and I told her about Luca's condition, she'd broken down completely. Sobbing so hard she couldn't breathe.She believed that if she'd just been more careful, if she'd been better at defending herself, if she'd somehow figured out a way to escape on her own, Luca wouldn't have had to risk his life to save her. If she hadn't been taken in the first place, he wouldn't be lying in that bed now.And on top of the guilt, she was dealing with the trauma of being kidnapped and held captive by her own twin sister. Of being tied up and used as bait. Of watching the building explode while knowing Luca was still inside.And the pregnancy hormones that made everything more intense, more overwhelming, harder to process and cope with.So when I was with her in Luca's hospital room during visiting hour
Andrea’s POVDante's arm was around me immediately, supporting me as we moved closer to the bed.I reached out with a shaking hand and carefully took Luca's right hand—the one that wasn't casted. His skin was warm, which somehow surprised me. I'd half-expected him to feel cold, lifeless.But he was alive. His chest was rising and falling with the ventilator's rhythm. His heart was beating—I could see it on the monitor, steady and strong."Hey, Luca," I said softly, my voice breaking. "It's Andrea. I'm here. Dante's here too. You scared us really badly, but you're okay now. You're safe. The doctors fixed you up and you're going to be fine."I was babbling, I knew, but I couldn't stop."You just need to rest now. Let your body heal. And then you need to wake up, okay? Because Dahlia needs you. And your baby needs you. "Tears were streaming down my face freely now."So you need to wake up and meet your kid. You need to wake up because we can't do this without you."I squeezed his hand g
Andrea’s POV"Yes. The brain swelling from the trauma has caused him to fall into an unconscious state. His brain is still showing activity, which is a very good sign. His vitals are stable. But we can't predict when he'll wake up."She paused, clearly choosing her words carefully, trying to be honest without destroying all hope."It could be days," she continued. "It could be weeks. In some cases with this level of head trauma, it can be months. And I have to be honest with you—because you deserve the truth—there's always a possibility that he won't wake up at all."The waiting room seemed to tilt beneath my feet. Dante's grip on me tightened, the only thing keeping me upright."No," I whispered. "No, that can't—he has to wake up. He has to.""We're doing everything we can," the doctor said, her voice kind but realistic. "We have him on medication to reduce brain swelling. We're monitoring his intracranial pressure constantly. His brain activity is encouraging—we're seeing the kind o
Andrea’s POV"But you did go back," I said, seeing it in his eyes. "You couldn't just leave him.""I got Dahlia to one of my men, told him to get her to a vehicle and get her far away from the building."His voice dropped to barely a whisper."I was maybe twenty feet from the mansion entrance, getting ready to go back in, when it exploded."The words hung in the air between us, heavy and terrible."The blast knocked me flat on my back. Threw me at least ten feet. I hit the ground so hard I couldn't breathe for a minute, couldn't hear anything except this high-pitched ringing. When I could finally move, when I could see again through the smoke and debris..."He stopped, his free hand coming up to cover his face."The mansion was just collapsing. Fire everywhere, smoke so thick you couldn't see three feet in front of you. And I knew—I knew Luca had been inside when it went off.""Oh god," I breathed, fresh tears streaming down my face."I got up. Stumbled back toward what was left of th
Andrea’s POVThey left immediately—Luca, Dante, and a team of Luca's best men, all armed and dangerous and ready to bring Dahlia home by any means necessary.Hours passed with no word. I paced the mansion with the few security guards who'd stayed behind, checking my phone compulsively, jumping at every sound.The waiting was torture. Not knowing what was happening, whether they'd found her, whether she was okay, whether everyone would make it back safely—it was driving me insane.And then my phone rang. Dante's name on the screen.I answered before the first ring finished. "Dante? What's happening? Did you find her?""Andrea." His voice was tight, strained in a way that made my blood run cold. "Luca's hurt. We're at Mercy Hospital. You need to come now."The phone nearly slipped from my shaking hands. "What happened? Is he—""Just get here. Please. I'll explain everything when you arrive."The line went dead.I was moving before I'd even fully processed his words, grabbing my jacket a
Dahlia’s POVThe words made me blink, my lips parting slightly. I had expected anger, or maybe indifference, but not that. My chest loosened just a little, though the fear still clung tightly.I stared at him, unsure of what to say. My hands shook in my lap, so I pressed them down against my thighs,
Dahlia’s POVHis head bent down to me instantly, as if my touch carried weight. His cologne filled my nose, and my pulse hammered faster.“I want to leave,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.For a second, his brows drew together, one rising in silent question. His eyes searched my face, as if he
Dahlia’s POVMy dress shifted softly as we moved, brushing against his suit with a faint swishing sound that only I seemed to hear. His chest was close, almost touching mine, and I could feel the heat radiating from him even through the layers of fabric. His fingers curled around mine, not too tigh
Dahlia’s POVFor a moment, I didn’t even understand what he was doing. My brows furrowed, and I tilted my head slightly, staring at his strong hand hanging in the air between us. My lips parted in surprise.He met my gaze steadily, no hesitation in his eyes. “Dance with me, princess.”The words hit







