The Barolo was perfectly aged, smooth, and rich as it slid down my throat.Fitting, since I was celebrating.My terrace overlooked the Tuscan hills, golden in the late afternoon sun.Everything was peaceful.Serene.The perfect setting for savoring a victory three years in the making.Victoria had looked so pale when I’d left her apartment.So shaken by the photographs and documents I’d carefully curated.The fear in her eyes had been everything I’d hoped for.Sweet, naive Victoria who thought she could waltz into Alessandro’s life and play happy family with my daughter.She had no idea what kind of world she was stepping into.Or what kind of woman she was crossing.The photographs had been real, of course.Alessandro’s business dealings weren’t exactly pristine.You didn’t build an empire like his through construction contracts alone.But I’d been careful about what I’d shown her.Nothing that would implicate me or my family’s operations.Nothing that would bring unwanted attention
I sat in my office until three in the morning, staring at the marriage contract my lawyers had drafted.Clean.Professional.Exactly what Victoria had requested.Everything was spelled out in black and white—the temporary nature of our arrangement, financial obligations, custody considerations, and the predetermined divorce date.It read like a business merger.Cold.Calculated.Nothing like the love story I’d imagined we were writing.But if this was what Victoria needed to feel safe helping me, then this was what she’d get.I signed my name at the bottom of each page, the pen scratching against paper the only sound in the silent penthouse.Aria was asleep down the hall, blissfully unaware that her father was about to enter a marriage designed to end.The irony wasn’t lost on me.I was getting married to keep my daughter.And potentially losing the woman I loved in the process.Something had changed Victoria’s mind.Three days ago, she’d looked at me across that restaurant table with
I ordered my third espresso in two hours, though my hands were already shaking from caffeine and nerves.The coffee shop near the gallery had become my refuge for the past three days.Ever since the mysterious woman had left that envelope on my table.Ever since my world had tilted sideways.I’d barely slept.Barely eaten.The photos and documents were still spread across my dining table at home, taunting me with questions I wasn’t sure I wanted answered.But one thing had become crystal clear through all my sleepless nights.Aria.That sweet little girl who deserved stability and love and a father who would protect her from whatever darkness might exist in his world.Whatever Alessandro might or might not be involved in, he loved his daughter.That much I was certain of.And if marrying me could help him keep her, then maybe the rest didn’t matter.Maybe.I’d called him an hour ago, asking to meet here instead of at my apartment or his penthouse.Neutral territory.Somewhere public w
I stood at my kitchen counter, staring at the sandwich I’d been trying to make for the past ten minutes.My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.Twenty-four hours since I’d offered to marry Alessandro, and I still couldn’t quite believe the words had come out of my mouth.Marriage.To a man I’d known for three weeks.For a custody battle, I barely understood.What the hell was wrong with me?I’d never been impulsive.Never been the kind of woman who made life-changing decisions based on feelings.But something about Alessandro and Aria had turned me into someone I didn’t recognize.Someone who was apparently willing to completely upend her life for love.Was it love?It felt like love.The way my heart raced when I thought about him.The way Aria’s smile could make my entire day better.The way the three of us together felt like the missing piece of a puzzle I hadn’t known was incomplete.But how could I be sure after such a short time?And how was I supposed to tell Giulia and Ace that I was
I checked my reflection in the mirror one last time, adjusting the necklace that had somehow become my good luck charm for Alessandro dates.Three weeks.We'd been seeing each other for three weeks, and I still got butterflies every time I knew he was coming.Giulia called it an obsession.I called it happiness.The kind of bone-deep contentment I'd never experienced before.We'd fallen into an easy rhythm—dinner twice during the week, longer dates on weekends when Aria was with Mrs. Ciro, or sometimes all together.It should have felt like too much, too fast.Instead, it felt like coming home.Every conversation revealed another layer of compatibility.Every touch made me crave more.Every smile from Aria made my heart expand in ways I didn't know were possible.The buzzer interrupted my thoughts."He's here," I whispered to my reflection.But when I opened the door, something was wrong.Alessandro stood there with flowers—white roses this time—but his usual warmth was dimmed.His sm
I was making Aria's breakfast when Marco called.She was chattering about the butterflies she'd seen in the park yesterday, her small hands waving animatedly as she spoke.Everything felt perfect.Normal.The kind of peaceful morning I'd dreamed about during the dark days of my marriage to Isabella.Then my phone rang, and everything changed."Marco," I answered, balancing the phone between my ear and shoulder while I cut Aria's toast into triangles."We have a problem."Something in his tone made me go cold."What kind of problem?""Isabella. She's filed for custody. Full custody."The knife slipped from my hand, clattering onto the marble counter."That's impossible. We settled that in New York. She signed the agreement.""Alessandro...""She signed it, Marco. I watched her sign it.""I need you to check your files. The original documents from New York."Aria looked up at me, sensing the shift in my mood with the intuition only children possessed."Papà? You look sad."I forced a sm