LOGINMartina’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 pov The ringing in my ears is loud, too loud… It feels like something is screaming inside my skull and won’t stop. I don’t know how long I stayed flat on my back.The cold marble under me and dust in my mouth.I blink, but everything is blurry, shifting in and out like I’m underwater.“ Dante!” A voice called but it was faint . I try to breathe, and pain slices through my ribs so hard I choke on it.“…Dante!” Matteo called , I recognize it now.My hand twitches against the floor. My fingers feel numb, like they don’t belong to me.“What…” My voice comes out rough, broken. “What the hell happened…”“The blast,” Matteo says, somewhere to my right. “Grenade. Stay down.”I don’t stay down…I try to push myself up, and the second I move, pain explodes through my shoulder and chest. My vision blacks out for a second, but I grit my teeth and force it back.“Martina,” I rasp, my head snaps toward the staircase.The dust is still settling, thick in the air, turning everything into sh
Martina’s POVThe heavy oak door didn’t just open, it groaned on its hinges, a slow, agonizing rasp that sliced through the silence of the room. My chest tightened instantly, the gun in my hand suddenly feeling heavier, more urgent. A sliver of moonlight fell across the floor, illuminating a tall, jagged shadow.Marco!!! And behind him, two other figures moved silently, like predators stalking their prey. Night-vision goggles caught the faintest glint from their faces, green and menacing.“Martina,” he drawled, voice low and cold. “You’ve survived more than I ever expected darling!!! A queen in your own right and yet… here you are, alone.”My hands shook, gripping the Beretta tighter, but I didn’t give him the satisfaction of panic. I crouched behind the wardrobe, heart hammering, every instinct screaming at me to run but there was nowhere to go.“Where are you? Come out from your hiding… I know you’re here!” Marco’s voice sliced through the dark, taunting, confident.” How is it that
Dante’s pov The air in the grand foyer was thick with the acrid sting of gunpowder. It was a tomb of absolute darkness, the kind of blackness that felt like a physical weight against my eyes. I moved with my back to the cold marble wainscoting, my breathing shallow, my ears straining to filter the chaos.Crack-crack-crack!Muzzle flashes erupted from the direction of the dining hall, strobe-lighting the room in jagged, violent bursts. In those micro-seconds of light, I saw the Persian rugs soaked in shadows that were too thick to be water, and the silhouettes of men I’d paid to be a wall between my wife and the world, now slumped like discarded rags."Matteo! Three o'clock!" I roared, my voice barely audible over the ringing in my ears.I didn't wait for a reply. I squeezed the trigger, the recoil of my custom Beretta humming up my arm. I wasn't aiming for a person, I was aiming for the flashes of light."Dante!" Matteo’s voice came from the opposite side of the staircase, punctuat
Serena’s POV“Mrs. Romano.”The word snaps me fully awake.I turn my head toward the door, my heart already racing, and see a nurse standing just inside the hospital room with a clipboard held tight against her chest. Her smile is polite, careful, the kind people use when they don’t want questions.
Serena’s POVI woke up to the sound of horn blaring and traffic.For a moment, panic hit first , sharp and instinctive. I sat up too fast, heart hammering, eyes scanning the unfamiliar room. I exhaled slowly, pressing my feet to the floor. No guards outside the door, no voices in the hallway speaki
Serena’s POVThe moment Isabella disappeared into the mist, the café stopped feeling safe.I stood behind the counter with my hands wrapped around a mug I hadn’t realized I was holding. The room looked the same, same chipped tables, same low hum of conversation but something in it had shifted, Like
Serena’s povI get ready for my daily routine, by the time I reached the café, my body already felt wrong, not pain… something heavier like I’d slept badly even though I hadn’t slept at all. My legs moved slower than usual, my head thick, my stomach tight in a way that had nothing to do with hunger







