ログインMartina’s POV5 YEARS LATER “He has his father’s temper.” I say it softly, almost to myself, but Camila hears it anyway.She lets out a quiet breath beside me, her elbows resting against the terrace railing as she looks down at the lawn.Below us, Dante Jr. is running like the world belongs to him. Barefoot, loud and Careless.The sun sits high over the Amalfi Coast, pouring gold across the villa and the water beyond it, the sea stretching wide and endless like there’s nothing out there that could ever reach us again.Camila tilts her head slightly as she watches him kick the ball too hard, sending it rolling past Matteo.“He doesn’t like losing,” she adds, a faint smile touching her lips.I huff out a quiet laugh. “No,” I agree. “He doesn’t.”Matteo jogs after the ball, shaking his head, but there’s no urgency in it. No tension in his shoulders and he’s not watching for threats.He’s just… there, Present and part of this.It still feels strange, sometimes, seeing him like that, Seei
Martina’s POV“Look at him, Martina…” Dante’s voice is low, almost like he’s afraid to say it too loud, like the moment might break if he does.I shift slightly in the rocking chair, the soft creak filling the quiet nursery as I look over at him. The rain taps gently against the window behind him, steady and calm, nothing like the chaos we left behind. It’s the kind of sound that makes everything feel slower, softer, like the world finally decided to breathe.Dante stands by the window, one hand resting lightly against the frame, the other hanging at his side.I watch him for a second before answering, my voice quiet.“I am looking.” He lets out a small breath, almost like a laugh but not quite, and shakes his head slightly.“No,” he murmurs. “Not like this.”He turns away from the window slowly, his gaze moving back to the crib in the center of the room.“Look at him.”There’s something in his voice that makes my chest tighten.I push myself up from the chair, my body still sore, st
Dante’s POV “Martina…” My voice comes out lower than I expect, rough at the edges like I haven’t used it properly in hours. I stand just inside the doorway of the maternity room, my hand still resting against the frame, like I need something solid to hold me in place. The corridor behind me is quiet.For a second, I don’t move, I just look. She’s propped up in the bed, pale, exhausted, hair damp and pushed back from her face, but she’s alive and in her arms… My chest tightens. The baby is small against her, wrapped tightly, his face turned slightly toward her body, sleeping like none of the chaos that brought him here matters. I take a step forward without realizing it, then another, slower this time, like I’m afraid the floor might give out under me or the moment might disappear if I move too fast. Martina looks up when she hears me, her eyes softer than I’ve ever seen them, still wet from everything she just went through. “You’re hovering,” she says quietly, her voice tired b
Martina’s POVThe smell of smoke still lingers in my head even though the room is clean now, even though the walls have been repaired, even though the blood is gone. I wake slowly, my body heavy, my muscles sore in a way that feels deeper than bruises. It feels like everything that happened last night is still sitting inside me, refusing to leave.For a moment, I don’t move… i just lie there, staring at the ceiling, listening.My hand drifts automatically to my stomach, resting there like it belongs there, like it always has. I exhale slowly when I feel the familiar curve, the weight of him still inside me.“We made it,” I whisper under my breath, my fingers pressing gently. “We actually made it…”Beside me, Dante shifts slightly in his sleep, his arm heavy across my waist. Even in sleep, he doesn’t let go. His grip tightens just a little when I move, like his body is still on guard even if his mind isn’t fully awake.I turn my head to look at him, He looks… different, not soft becaus
Dante’s POV“Martina… are you hurt? Tell me where it hurts.” My voice doesn’t sound like mine. It comes out rough, unsteady, like something dragged over broken glass. I barely register the gun still in my hand as I drop to my knees in front of her, my eyes scanning her face, her neck, her shoulders, everywhere at once like if I don’t check fast enough, I’ll miss something critical.“Look at me,” I say, my hands already on her, cupping her face, brushing over her hair, her cheeks. “Talk to me.”She’s shaking, not just trembling… her whole body is coming apart in my hands, like she’s barely holding herself together. Her fingers clutch the front of my vest so tightly I can feel it through the fabric.“I’m okay,” she whispers, but her voice cracks halfway through. “He… hit me, but I’m okay.”My jaw tightens. “Where?”“Just… just once,” she says quickly, like she knows what I’m thinking. “Dante, listen to me, I’m okay. The baby…” her hand drops instantly to her stomach, protective, despera
Martina’s pov“Goodbye, Dante…” My voice comes out softer than I expect, like it doesn’t belong to me anymore.Marco presses the gun harder against my forehead, the cold metal digging into my skin. I can smell it now. My back is flat against the wall, his hand still tangled in my hair, keeping me exactly where he wants me.“Say it louder,” he murmurs close to my face. “Let him hear it.”I don’t, I just close my eyes. The fear that had been choking me seconds ago… it just drops, not gone, but quieter like my body has finally given up fighting it.I inhale slowly, my chest shaking. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, but I don’t even know if I’m talking to Dante anymore or the baby.My hands move on their own, sliding down, covering my stomach. “I’m so sorry,” I say again, my voice breaking this time. “I tried… I tried to protect you…”Marco lets out a low, amused sound.“Touching,” he says. “Really.”I don’t open my eyes because If I don’t see him, maybe it won’t feel as real.“Look at me,” he s
Dante’s POVThe drive back from the hospital felt longer than it was.I kept my eyes on the road, my hands locked on the steering wheel, every muscle in my body coiled tight. The city lights blurred past the windshield, but my focus wasn’t on traffic or distance. It was on the silence sitting betwe
Serena’s pov The cold night air bit into my skin, but I didn’t feel it.I moved through the side gate of the estate without stopping, my fingers tight around the iron bars as I pulled it open. I had watched the staff use this exit earlier that week. I hadn’t planned to remember it but I just did.
Elara’s POVI didn’t go back to Dante’s estate. The Romano house would always be full of his rules, his control, and tonight, I wanted none of it, I wanted a bit of spice since I couldn’t get it from him.Instead, I told the driver to turn east.“Black Manor,” I said.He glanced at me in the rearvi
Serena’s POVThe sky was a flat, heavy grey as we stood at the cemetery, the kind of sky that pressed down on your chest and made it hard to breathe. The grave in front of me was still open, the dirt piled high on either side, damp and dark from the morning rain. White lilies surrounded the casket







