LOGINCassandra’s POV~The only thing I remembered—no, the only thing that kept playing like some cursed loop in my mind was the fire.The way it swallowed everything in seconds. The choking heat. The thick smoke clawing at my throat.And then Nico’s voice…his panic. Me screaming at him to go, to leave me, to get the hell out before it was too late. And then nothing. Just the roar of somet
Adriano’s POV ~I don’t even remember breathing.One second, the words were out of Salvatore’s mouth—“She’s dead”—and the next, something in me snapped. The sound that ripped from my throat wasn’t human. It was animal. It was hell itself tearing through my lungs.My body shot upright before I could ev
Adriano’s POV ~I felt my breath crawl to a stop inside my chest.It was the kind of stillness that cracked bones from the inside out. I exhaled…just once…and it felt like someone had shoved a jagged stone down my throat and forced me to swallow it whole. Very suffocating. I could barely hear the beeping monitors anymore. The pain in my
Cassandra’s POV ~The car slid to a stop in front of Nico’s penthouse, the tires screeching slightly against the wet pavement. My fingers trembled around the steering wheel, my breath catching in my throat as I just sat there for a moment, frozen, my heart in pieces that I wasn’t even sure I could gather anymore.I barely registered the sound of the front door opening until I saw Nico, stepping out in nothing but his grey pajama pants and a black T-shirt, his sharp eyes scanning the dark, deserted street like he was expecting danger to crawl out
ADRIANO’S POV~A groan tore from my throat before I even realized I was conscious.The pain hit first. A sharp, searing wave that ripped through my ribs and set my nerves on fire. I sucked in a breath… too fast, too shallow and it felt like knives slicing through my chest. My hand flew instinctively to my side, and the second I moved, agony lashed through me so hard I saw black for a moment.
Cassandra’s POV~At first, I didn’t believe what I was hearing.I pulled the phone away from my ear, staring at the screen like maybe I had misunderstood… or maybe my brain had started playing tricks on me. But no—Caterina’s name was still there, the call was still active, and her voice kept echoing through the speaker, just as smug and venomous as I remembered it.I froze.
CASSANDRA'S POV~I swallowed hard, yanking Adriano’s sleeve a little harder now as I silently begged him not to do something reckless—like bash Dario’s head into the concrete. “Please,” I whispered under my breath, “for the love of God, just walk away. Don’t give these people a show.”Cameras were
CASSANDRA'S POV~I woke up to silence.My hand reached out across the bed, instinctively searching for warmth, for him.But it was empty.Adriano was gone.A strange pang twisted in my chest. There were no missed calls. No texts. Nothing to say where he’d gone or why he’d left before I woke up. Not
ADRIANO'S POV~The moment her scent hit me, every taut muscle in my body melted. Fuck. My entire system went lax as I pulled her tighter into my arms, burying my face in her hair and breathing her in like she was the last drop of oxygen in a world gone toxic.God, this woman was my drug. My anchor.
ADRIANO’S POVThe study reeked of cigars.I stood by the mahogany desk, sleeves rolled, tie undone, dark rings under my eyes from too many sleepless nights. Salvatore was seated, sharp as ever in his black suit, arms folded across his chest. Across from him were two of my men, Luca and Matteo, layi







