I walked toward Ellaâs bed and sat down beside her. She pulled herself up with much difficulty and looked down at our daughter. âSheâs so small,â I said, my eyes filling with tears. The wait, the pain and everything were worth thisâthis joy and the deep love I felt in my heart. I met Ellaâs gaze a
[FOUR YEARS LATER] EROS I was panicking more than Ella was. But I couldnât take her screams, let alone look at her. She was covered in sweat from head to toe and her entire body was shuddering. This was partially my fault, I could say. She buried her head back on the pillow and let out another lo
Even in my absence, I had been sure that Mariella was okay. She was upset, which was understandable, but she was safe. Adonis had ensured it. I hurried into my wing and up to my room, unable to control the burdening feeling in my chest. I needed to let out all that I had been holding inside, to tel
Both Mom and Adonis scanned the room. I didnât know why, but I didnât have a good feeling about this. Ella was running away. Or perhaps hiding something from me. I sincerely wished it was the prior. Adonis took a deep breath and spoke. âMa, I need to speak to Eros.â I was dumbfounded. I widened my
EROS With all the men guarding me, I felt like a child being carried to the principalâs office. Every fucking one of them had a brooding look on their face. And I had been seeing them every day for the past two months. No more. I was finally returning home. To my family. To my wife. I wondered ho
As I pushed the door, I noticed the girl sitting on the ground, holding a grey shirt to her chest. Erosâs shirt. Had she been holding onto him in this manner? Crying herself to sleep holding that one shirt? Consoling herself that he was alright? âMariella?â Her eyes widened and snapped toward me.
ADONIS I couldnât stand the sight of people who pretended as though my world hadnât completely changed. Many people greeted me as I walked out to the main wing. Danilo, his wife and younger daughter. Terenzio and Fabiola. Niana Galasso and the idiot who got Daniloâs daughter pregnant. My wife and
âMy sister has a habit of meddling in other peopleâs matters. Iâm sorry for that.â She probably didnât know who I was, either. Her expressions suddenly fell, and she said with an apologetic look on her face, âIâm sorry if I sound rude, but my coming here wasnât really a coincidence.â I frowned. âI h
Eros leaned down and whispered something into his nieceâs ears that made Alessia smile bigger. Letting go of his hands, she motioned toward her father. Eros, the matchmaker, was back in the room. He wanted nothing more than what I did and that was to see this little family of ours be happy and one