LOGINChapter 133Gianna’s POVMy lips parted.“Your father?”“Yes, Foxy. My father.”He shook his head, his expression darkening.“My father never even knew my mother was pregnant when she died. But that man has a way of getting inside people's heads.”“He knows exactly which buttons to push, which fears to use, and how to make someone believe whatever he wants.”I stared at him, trying to process everything. “So he made me believe you did it?”“He gave you his story and let you think it was mine.”“Oh my God.”Roman stepped closer. “And I know you're tired, Gianna. Hell, I'm tired too. I'm tired of fighting people who keep finding new ways to come between us. I want us to be real this time.”He took my hands. “Hey, hey. Look at me.”I lifted my eyes.“No one is ever going to touch you again. I swear on my life. Whoever tries will not live long enough to regret it.”“Roman, no.” I shook my head quickly. “I don't want that. I don't want you killing anyone again.”His jaw tightened. “I don't
Gianna’s POV“Gianna, did you honestly think I wouldn't know?”I stared at him, completely caught off guard. “How long have you known?”“Long enough.”I moved back slightly, clutching the sheets to my chest. He looked far too comfortable for a man who had just admitted to knowing my little secret all along.“Why didn't you say anything?”He caught my hand and brought it to his lips. “Because I wanted to hear you tell me yourself.”“You wanted me to tell you myself?” I repeated. “Why are you saying that so casually? It's not like I want you to be pissed at me, but why does this sound like some kind of game to you?”I pushed myself up, dragging more of the sheets over my chest.Roman sat up too, the sheet resting low around his waist.“I'm not making it casual, Gianna. I've known for a while. There were subtle signs.”“What signs?”“My father calling you every time we were together. The way your mood changed whenever his name appeared on your screen. The sudden excuses to leave the room
Gianna’s POVI had been pacing around the sitting room for almost an hour.Luca had brought me home and made sure I had everything I needed. He'd even helped me settle in, bringing me fresh clothes after my shower and arranging food for me.But I couldn't eat.Not a single bite.My mind was somewhere else, with the man who had stayed behind to deal with Charles.Was he okay? Had something happened? Was he hurt?He'd promised he would be back before I knew it, but an hour had passed, and there was still no sign of him.I checked my phone again, even though I knew there wouldn't be anything new. My fingers were beginning to ache from gripping it so tightly.“Come on, Roman,” I whispered.Just then, the door to the sitting room opened, I turned so quickly that my heart nearly jumped out of my chest.And there he was, looking as handsome as ever, despite the stress of the day. His shirt was slightly creased, and there was a tiredness around his eyes, but he was standing. He was safe. He
Roman’s POV“And I don’t know.”Charles’s answer came out weak, almost swallowed by the silence in the room. He pushed himself off the floor, one hand pressed against his bloody nose. Whether he was finally feeling remorse or simply realized he had been caught, I couldn’t tell.“I’m so sorry,” he begged. “I didn’t mean for things to go this far.”Vance stared at him, his expression twisting with disbelief.“Sorry for what, Charles? For something you deliberately did behind my back?”His hands curled into fists. I could see the effort it took him not to lunge at his brother. Perhaps he wanted to hit him again, but I had already done enough damage to Charles’s face.“How could you do this to me?” Vance demanded.“I’m sorry.” Charles shook his head. “It was more of your daughter’s idea, but we don't need to go into that now. I don't take you for granted. I hate myself for what I've done.”I let out a humorless laugh.“You hate yourself for making her pregnant?”“I didn't know about that
Roman’s POV“We found him, boss.”Luca's voice came through the phone, and I immediately straightened.“Where?”“We tracked him down. Wasn't even that hard, actually. He's not far from us.”I let out a humourless laugh. “He's one foolish motherfucker.”“Already got the men ready. Just give the word.”“Let's go.”We moved quickly, with two black SUVs following behind us. I barely spoke during the drive, my eyes fixed on the road ahead as Charles's face kept appearing in my mind.He had taken Gianna.He had tied her up, covered her mouth, and sent me a fucking video as though he expected me to negotiate with him.He was about to learn how badly he had miscalculated.When we arrived, the place was almost deserted. It was an old, unfinished building, its exterior painted only halfway.A few construction materials lay scattered around the entrance, but there was no sign of activity.Luca stepped out of the car and looked around.“You should call him, boss.”I pulled out my phone and Charle
Viola’s POVThen I lifted the cigar to my mouth again, refusing to let him see how deeply his words had landed.“I'm alive and well, aren't I?”“Yes.” His gaze travelled over my face, lingering on the places where the past had left its marks. “Alive, but damaged.”The word cut through me.Damaged.As if he had any right to judge what I had survived.I slid off his lap and stood before him, the shirt hanging loosely around my thighs.“You know, you were such a fool to give Roman that flash drive,” he continued. “You were so in love with him that you were willing to do anything for him.”“You betrayed people, risked your life, and handed him information that could have destroyed you.”“He was worth it.”“Was he?”I said nothing.Xavier leaned back, watching me with the cold patience of a man who had spent his entire life studying other people's weaknesses.“That's the problem with women,” he said. “You let love make decisions for you. You let lust blind you, and when your heart gets inv







