LOGIN[Chiaraâs Point of View] A frustrated sigh slipped from my lips as I leaned my shoulder against the wall, staring blankly through the glass window of the office. âGoddess, it is awful,â I murmured under my breath, my voice heavy with self-disappointment. Outside, the city of Moonstoneâs Italian district looked alive as always. Streets filled with moving silhouettes, glowing lampposts flickering on as evening settled in, painting everything in soft gold and shadow. I glanced at my wristwatch and saw it was already six in the evening, yet I still had not managed to move from where I stood, trapped in my own thoughts. My mind was still tangled, replaying everything that had led me here, every decision that felt both right and unbearably wrong at the same time. If I had been honest with myself earlier, maybe I would not have hurt Raffaele so deeply after he discovered I had started seeing Lorenzo again. Maybe none of it would have broken the way it did. How was I supposed to explain
[CHIARAâs Point of View] I did not know what was wrong, but something felt off. Something heavy lingered in the air, pressing down on the office, and I needed to understand why Raffaeleâs mood looked like a volcano ready to erupt and burn everything in its path. âI do not think this is the right moment to talk to him, Chiara.â One of his council members, who had just stepped out of the Lunargento Alphaâs office, warned me quietly. âHe does not look approachable today.â I gave the old man a soft smile and patted his shoulder. He had been one of the council members who welcomed me into the Lunargento pack without hesitation. âDo not worry, Signor Elio. I will handle whatever is troubling Raffaele today,â I assured him. He nodded, relief easing his features, before excusing himself for another meeting that required his presence. With a slow breath, I stood in front of Raffaeleâs door, bracing myself for whatever waited on the other side. I silently prayed it was not about Lorenzo ag
Chiara's POV A soft groan escaped from my lips. A faint ray of morning light made me blink several times as I realized the sun was already up. But the cold breeze slipping through the slightly open window made me want to stay in bed a little longer. Every inch of my body ached as I tried to turn to my side. A strong arm was tucked beneath my head as Lorenzo idly wrapped strands of my hair around his fingers, careful not to wake me. I wanted to smile, to let him know I was already awake, but I chose not to. I wanted to savor this version of him a little longer, the quiet, gentle side he rarely showed, especially as he traced the curve of my shoulder with the tip of his finger. Last night felt like a dream. The kind I had always wanted, but never dared to risk. Lorenzo had always been fire to me, warmth in the middle of a cold winter night, yet dangerous enough to burn me the moment I surrendered completely. And now, every second of it still lingered vividly in my mind. His breat
Chiara's POV My face was red and | was too embarrassed, too proud to admit I wanted him.Needed him.As he realized the scent, his piercing eyes gazed at me with hunger, sending shivers down my spine. He leaned his head to the side as he lifted the strap of my silk nightgown and watched it loosen as it slid down my shoulder.l couldn't take my eyes off him. His luscious gaze captivated me. Hazel brown mesmerizing stared at me as she nulled me closer to him.He pulled me closer to him. His finger traced the line down my spine with a feathery touch.A moan stuck in my throat, urging me to whisper Dominic's name, wanting to stop him from teasing me. But the dark desire in his eyes ignited a more dangerous flame after he caught the scent that was too impossible for me to hide anymore. I did my hardest not to make it look obvious to him but the sudden restlessness, the tickling feeling between my legs as the feeling of arousal took over my senses, was something impossiblefor him to ign
Chiaraâs POV âDo you even realize how much you affect me?â Lorenzo murmured, his breath warm against her skin as his lips returned to hers, deeper this time, hungrier in a way that made her thoughts scatter almost instantly. She barely had space to process anything, let alone respond. Every kiss, every touch, pulled her deeper into a haze that felt both maddening and addictive, as if her body had already decided something her mind was still fighting. His hands rested firmly on her waist, fingers tightening just enough to keep her anchored to him, as though letting go even slightly would mean losing her again. And the most dangerous part was that Chiara did not want him to let go. Yet beneath the heat of the moment, something restless began to rise inside her, a quiet chaos she could not ignore. Guilt pressed at the edges of her thoughts, followed closely by doubt that clawed its way through the warmth his presence created. Her twins. The word pulled her back sharply, and she pl
Author's POV âStep aside?â Chiara interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like steel. âYou are out of your mind if you think I am handing over my kids to you or anyone else. I would die before I let that happen.â âHow noble,â Ginevra drawled on the other end. âBut donât fool yourself into thinking this is a choice, Chiara. You are playing a losing game. You are weak. And when you fall, those kids will be left to pick up the pieces. Do you really want that for them?â Chiaraâs hand trembled as she tightened her grip on the phone, anger and fear tangling inside her chest. âYou donât know a damn thing about me or what I am capable of. And if you come near my children, if you even think about trying to take them again, you will regret it.â âOh, Iâm trembling,â Ginevra mocked, her tone dripping with cruelty. âYou think you can scare me? I have dealt with bigger obstacles than you, and I have crushed them all. You are nothing.â âTry me,â Chiara spat, her voice low and dangerous.
Chiaraâs POV âMommy, look! I made a butterfly!â Sofia exclaimed, holding up her craft projectâa chaotic swirl of glitter, glue, and colored paper. âThatâs beautiful, sweetheart,â I said, crouching down to admire it. Luca sat nearby, tiny hands busy assembling what looked like a spaceship out of
Lorenzoâs POV They couldnât be mine. Could they? I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling as if the answer might suddenly appear there. The math wasnât complicatedâsix years ago, Chiara left. The twins were about five. The timeline fit too well. Too damn well. It got me thinking⊠were t
Raffaeleâs POV I kept my hand resting lightly on Sofiaâs shoulder as we walked through the corridor, ensuring she stayed close. She was a handfulâthere was no denying thatâbut there was also something captivating about her boldness and quick wit. Beside her, Luca trailed silently, his sharp gaze
Lucaâs POV The car was weird. It smelled like old leather and something spicy, like pepperoncino oil, that made my nose twitch. Sofia sat beside me, her legs too short to reach the floor. They swung back and forth while she stared out the window. I could tell she didnât trust these guys any mo







