LOGINELARA POVI open my mouth, then shut it back, shocked and confused by this. This woman standing in front of me doesn’t look like my mother anymore. She looks to be panicked and in distress as if she’s scared for my life. “No. She is your adopted daughter, mom. You didn’t lose me because of her. Adrian took me away on my grandfather’s orders to protect me from my father. This has nothing to do with Anna.”She stares at me, her gaze hollow and unseeing. Her grip around my wrist tightens until it is painful before her hand jerks away like I burned her.“You are right,” she whispers. Her shoulders slump and she turns her back to me, already retreating into herself. “Go home, Elara. I’ll call you tomorrow.”I watch her walk away, stunned by whatever just happened before jolting into action and following after her. As I round the corner, she slips into her room, but when I walk to the door, a woman whose name I don’t know, but I have seen quite a few times stops me.“I want to see my moth
ELARA POV“What about this one?” my mother asks me, pushing her phone to my face.I tilt my head, already over this. Besides it’s been enough. After Nero dropped me off at her place like two hours ago, my mother and I have been going through an online shopping website, and adding several clothes for babies to her cart. “Isn’t this a little too…” I let my voice trail off. The pink sparkly dress on the screen definitely looks like a three-year old dress which an unborn child doesn’t need.“It’s so beautiful. We should probably buy it.” My mom adds it to the cart before I can voice out my opinion. I don’t even understand why she wants me here in the first place when she doesn’t even listen to me.“Of course,” I whisper, slowly leaning my back against the back of the couch. Crap, I can already feel the ache throbbing the back of my head.I stare at my mother as she continues to stroll through her phone with animated look on her face. Sometimes it still feels uncanny staring at her becau
ELARA POVRealizing what I just said, heat flares up my neck. I scramble backward, fumbling for my purse on the coffee table to put distance between us."We should… we should leave," I stammer, pointing vaguely toward the door. "I’ll eat in the car."I practically flee the house before Nero can respond, beating myself up with every step. How could I say that? Stupid, stupid.Twenty minutes later we are on our way to the hospital for the ultrasound. This will be our third attempt to determine the gender as the baby has been stubbornly shy the last two times.Usually, I would be anxious about the appointment, but right now, the silence in the car is suffocating me. I chew on a rose petal macaron, staring out the passenger window as the luxury SUV glides over the asphalt. God, I hope I haven’t ruined the fragile truce we’ve built. I didn’t mean to make him uncomfortable.I open my mouth to apologize when Nero’s deep voice cuts through the quiet.“Do you want to kiss me?”The crumbs in my
ELARA POVTWO MONTHS LATERChloe’s scream rings deep inside my skull, vibrating against the headache that has been brewing all day. Spending all day in classes have been had enough, I have to come home to this."No! I want Uncle Nero!""He isn’t available, Chloe," I say, my voice teetering on the edge of losing its cool. "I have said that a hundred times." But she wouldn’t listen to me"No!" She starts sobbing again, burying her face in the pillow. "Just Uncle Nero. Only him."I scrub my hands over my face, frustrated. It’s been two months. Two months of awkward reunions with my mother and step-siblings who barely tolerate me. Two months of staying clear of my father too. But harder than that, it’s been two months of Nero.I thought he would leave after I rejected him. instead, he has become... indispensable. He brings my cravings before I even ask. He sits through every doctor's appointment. He sat by Chloe’s bedside for her entire surgery and recovery.And now, he has read to her ev
It’s been three weeks and the ache in my chest hasn’t gotten better. I still feel hollow and raw like my inside has been carved out. I haven’t seen Nero since that time, but he still brings me foods and necessities, and sometimes I catch a glimpse of Luca through the door of the hospital and he’s always gone before I can call him. I still think about him from time to time like an itch that I can’t scratch. I wonder how he’s doing. I wonder if life doesn’t make sense to him like it doesn’t make sense for me anymore. I wonder if he misses me like I do. And I also wonder if I made the right decision by letting him go, but then I think about what I have been through with him and the circumstances surrounding us and I realize I couldn’t have made a better decision. After one long week in the hospital with the doctor probing every part of me, I was finally discharged. I’m back at home as my father has miraculously paid all the debt tied to it, but home doesn’t feel like home anyway. N
NERO POVI have been torturing Carlo Graco for days now. I start in the morning. When I see that his life is teetering and he is finally about to give up, I stop. I patch him up just enough to survive the night, and then the cycle continues.I have already castrated him. His fingers have been reduced to useless stumps, and he is rocking back and forth, covered in jagged stitches and slashes.Yet, I still don’t feel satisfied. It’s like an insatiable gaping hole is inside me, screaming for more. When I decide that I want to end his miserable life, one look at him makes everything come rushing back. The two times I have lost something precious was solely because of him. All because of him. I’m this monster because of him. Dipping my hands into this life of crime was so easy because I knew that was the only way to get powerful enough to carry out my revenge against him.But right now, even doing this doesn’t bring me profound satisfaction. Still, I keep coming back to it like opium.“Rea



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