LOGINThe black Rolls-Royce slipped quietly through the towering iron gates of the Deluca estate.Warm lights illuminated the winding driveway, reflecting against the polished marble fountains that lined the entrance. The mansion stood proudly beneath the moonlight, its towering pillars and grand balconies giving it the appearance of a royal palace rather than the home of the most feared family in the underworld.Inside the car, Tony had already fallen asleep.His tiny head rested against Lidia’s shoulder while one little hand remained wrapped around her finger.Lidia smiled faintly.Children truly healed without knowing it.Bruno glanced at them before looking back through the windshield.“We’re home.”The words escaped him naturally.The moment he realized what he had said, he became quiet.Home…It had been years since that word carried warmth.Tonight…It almost did.The car came to a smooth stop before the mansion.Before the chauffeur could move, Bruno stepped out first.He walked aro
The night air carried the scent of roses as Bruno and Lidia stepped out of the private dining pavilion.The ocean breeze swept gently across the gardens, lifting a few loose strands of Lidia’s hair. Behind them, the violinist continued playing, the melody fading into the distance as they walked toward the waiting Rolls-Royce.Neither of them spoke.The dinner had ended peacefully—far more peacefully than either of them had expected.A valet hurried forward to open the rear door.Bruno waited until Lidia climbed inside before taking the seat beside her.The car eased away from the restaurant, disappearing into the quiet streets illuminated by rows of golden streetlights.For several minutes, only the low hum of the engine filled the silence.Lidia rested her forehead lightly against the cool window.Outside, the city had already begun to sleep.Most shops were closed.Traffic had thinned.Only a few late-night cafés still glowed beneath the stars.But her mind wasn’t on the city.It wa
The evening sky shimmered with thousands of stars as Bruno’s black armored Rolls-Royce glided silently through the city’s glittering streets.Inside the luxurious car, silence settled between them.Not the uncomfortable silence that had once existed whenever Lidia was around Bruno.This one was… uncertain.Gentle.Every now and then, Bruno stole a glance at the woman seated beside him.The lavender dress fit her perfectly, making her look elegant without trying too hard. She sat with both hands folded neatly on her lap, staring through the tinted window at the rushing lights outside, pretending not to notice his gaze.Bruno smiled faintly before looking away.He didn’t want to scare her.Not tonight.Tonight wasn’t about redemption.It was about creating one peaceful memory.One memory untouched by pain.…Twenty minutes later, the Rolls-Royce rolled through a pair of grand iron gates.The restaurant was unlike anything Lidia had ever seen.It wasn’t in the city.It overlooked the oce
Despite herself…A small smile tugged at the corners of Lidia’s lips.She shook her head, though warmth quietly bloomed beneath her guarded heart as the two women walked toward the entrance to await the delivery.“I have served that boy for over thirty years,” she murmured. “Never—not even once—have I seen Bruno Deluca kneel before anyone.”Lidia lowered her eyes to the floor.Neither had she.The image of Bruno kneeling before her refused to leave her mind. The man who had once ruled her life with nothing but cold commands had lowered himself willingly, asking instead of demanding.It unsettled her.“Come,” Flaviana said cheerfully, clapping her hands together. “We don’t have much time.”Lidia blinked.“For what?”“For dinner, of course.”“I…” Lidia hesitated. “Maybe I should change my mind.”Flaviana immediately hooked her arm through Lidia’s.“No backing out now.”Before Lidia could protest, Flaviana was already leading her toward the grand entrance.A long line of luxury garment b
Bruno remained on the cold floor for several long moments after Lidia and Flaviana hurried out of his room, their laughter still echoing faintly through the hallway.He let out a long, defeated sigh and rubbed a hand over his face.“So much for making a good impression,” he muttered under his breath.Embarrassment burned across his cheeks as he remembered the expression on Lidia’s face after reading the search results on his laptop.How to win back the woman you hurt.How to rebuild trust after betrayal.He groaned.“I should have closed the laptop.”Eventually, exhaustion overtook his thoughts. He climbed onto the bed without bothering to change his clothes, reached for his phone, and dialed Romano.“Cancel every appointment I have today.”Romano paused in surprise.“Boss? Even the board meeting?”“Everything.”“But—”“I said everything.”His voice carried no anger, only quiet determination.“I have something more important to do.”Romano understood immediately.“Yes, Boss.”The call
The morning sun spilled across the garden, bathing the roses in soft golden light. After breakfast, Flaviana led Lidia and Erika outside with a pot of freshly brewed tea. The three women settled beneath a white gazebo wrapped in blooming vines, where a cool breeze carried the sweet scent of jasmine through the air.For a long moment, no one spoke.Flaviana wrapped both hands around her teacup before finally lifting her eyes to Lidia.“My child…”Her voice trembled.“There are many things you don’t know.”Lidia looked at her quietly.“When you disappeared…” Flaviana continued, “…this house became empty.”She smiled bitterly before shaking her head.“I couldn’t sleep. Every night I sat by the front gate waiting for you to walk back through it. I cried until I had no tears left. Eventually I became so sick the doctors ordered me to stay in bed.”Lidia lowered her eyes.Guilt slowly settled over her heart.“I never blamed you,” Flaviana whispered. “I blamed myself.”Silence stretched betw
The garden was alive with movement.The sharp sound of shoes striking stone.The crack of fists against padded shields.The low, firm instructions of the trainer cutting through the cool morning air.Lidia moved like someone trying to outrun her own thoughts.Every strike.Every turn.Every breath—
The word still echoed.Stop.It lingered in the air like something that refused to fade.Bruno moved.One step.Then another.Slow.Unhurried.Each footfall pressed into the silence, heavy enough to make the nearest guests instinctively shift back, clearing space without being told.His gaze never
Gold light spilled across the room, catching on crystal and glass, turning every movement into something polished and deliberate.Lorenzo moved through it like he belonged there.Because he did.Men stepped aside without being asked. Conversations softened as he passed. Eyes followed—not boldly, no
The room had gone quiet again.Not the heavy, suffocating silence from before—but something steadier.Something controlled.Lidia sat by the edge of the bed, her fingers resting lightly against Tony’s blanket. The traces of tears had dried on her cheeks, leaving behind faint lines that caught the







