Mag-log inCarlino’s POVMaking that decision hadn’t been easy, but for once, I wanted to believe she could fight for herself. Lina had never been weak. Letting Ruciano return to her life could ruin the fragile peace she had built over the years, but I was willing to take that risk. I wanted to trust her strength instead of constantly stepping in to save her.I remained inside the house directly opposite hers, watching silently from behind drawn curtains. I had bought the place the moment I moved to California. The decision had been impulsive, driven by one thing alone—I needed to stay close to her without her ever knowing.All this time, no one in that house had ever seen me leave or enter mine. I existed like a ghost on the other side of the street, blending so perfectly into the shadows that my presence became invisible.I had watched her the entire day. Everything had been normal. The same routine she followed every other day unfolded exactly the same today, and for a while, I allowed myself
Carlino’s POVCalifornia didn’t feel real the first time I came. Not after everything. Not after the blood, funerals, wars, executions, and crowns heavy enough to crush a man alive.Yet here I was, standing across the street from a small white house with chipped paint near the mailbox and flower pots hanging by the porch. A normal house. A peaceful house. Lina’s house, her home.My hands stayed buried inside the pockets of my coat as I watched the curtains shift slightly from the evening breeze. The neighborhood was quiet. Safe. Children rode bicycles farther down the street while some old man watered his lawn like the world had never known violence.It felt distant from me. Like I didn’t belong anywhere near it.Maybe I didn’t.My gaze lifted toward the second-floor window. A warm yellow light glowed behind it. She was in there. Alive. Breathing. Free.For years, that had been enough to keep me away. I had promised myself I wouldn’t interfere with her life anymore. That I wouldn’t dr
Lina’s POVAs he walked farther away from me, he continued fading, until I lost sight of him.Not literally because I could still see the outline of his back disappearing into the distance, tall and composed like he hadn’t just ripped my chest open. But everything around me blurred slowly after that. The sounds of children laughing. The evening breeze. The rustling leaves above us.All of it became distant.I could only hear my heartbeat. Loud. Painfully loud.It echoed inside my ears like something breaking apart over and over again. My chest hurt so badly I almost pressed my hand against it to make sure my heart was still there.Because it genuinely felt like Carlino had taken it with him again.Years later…And he still had that kind of power over me.My throat tightened painfully. I tried swallowing it down. Tried forcing myself to breathe normally. But God… How was I supposed to breathe after hearing him say there was no “we” anymore?How was I supposed to stand there pretending
Lina’s POVSo he was the one who had fought Ruciano. He was the one… how could I not think of this?“Y… you have been the one in the shadows all this while. You even go to Rotha and Erla's school. Gracious good Lord.”I used my hand to rub my face.“We need to talk,” I said after exhaling. “Baby, you both should go play with Lucy over there, and don't move away from there. I would be watching you from over here, okay?”“But mama—” Erla tried to argue.“Erla,” I interrupted softly. “Please. Do this for me and keep an eye on your sister.”Rotha gasped dramatically. “Why do I always need supervision?”“Because last week you tried to chase somebody’s dog home.”“It liked me!”“It nearly bit you.”“That’s because Erla screamed and scared it!”“I screamed because you touched a strange animal!”“It wagged its tail!”I closed my eyes briefly.Carlino looked down, and I could swear the corner of his mouth twitched faintly. That alone nearly destroyed my composure.“Girls,” I warned carefully.
Lina’s POV I stared at Agatha, silently feeding on every word she said. She was right. If Carlino had truly left that world behind… would I even survive in the new one he created for himself? Would it finally be peaceful? Or would chaos simply wear a different face this time? Yes, I loved him. That was the problem. I loved him enough to be able to let myself destroy if I wasn’t careful. But my children? No matter how deeply I loved Carlino, I could never drag Rotha and Erla into danger just because my heart refused to let go. I released a long breath, my fingers tightening around the glass of water in my hand. Agatha watched me quietly before speaking again. “Lina, emotions are complex. What makes us human is how we're made up, the emotions we feel, and how we control those emotions so they don't control us,” she said subtly. “I…” My voice faded. “Listen to me, Lina. I'm not saying you're wrong. I'm not saying it's stupid to feel this way. I'm not saying loving him could cage y
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Lina’s POVI waited. One second passed. Then two. Three. Four. Time stretched strangely inside the room, each breath scraping against the silence like broken glass. My heartbeat was loud in my ears, so loud it almost drowned out the faint noises in the hallway outside.A minute crawled by.Then—Th
Lina’s POVThe truck stopped with a violent jolt. My shoulder slammed into the metal wall behind me, pain flashing down my spine. The engine idled for a few seconds, rumbling beneath my feet like a living thing reluctant to die. Then it shut off.Silence followed.Not r
Carlino’s POV“Turn the cars around,” The order left my mouth before Neil could finish reading the coordinates again.The convoy slowed.“Don?” Neil asked carefully.“We’re not going to the docks.”A ripple of confusion passed through the men over comms. Engines idled. Waiting.“It’s a trap,” I sai
Carlino’s POVThe compound was too quiet. Men moved fast. Phones pressed to ears. Screens lit across the operations room. Coordinates flashed, disappeared, reappeared. Nothing solid. Nothing usable.“Say it again,” I said calmly.Neil swallowed. “The convoy va







