Chapter Thirty-One
THE front door clicked shut.
It wasn't loud, but the soft sound was enough to pull Carly from sleep. She wasn't sure what time it was, only that it was well past midnight. The entire household had gone still. The three bodyguards Giovanni had assigned to her were downstairs, taking shifts patrolling the perimeter for any possible threats.
If not for the ambush they'd recently survived, she might've found the whole setup ridiculous. Giovanni assigning three men just to watch over her? It sounded excessive.
Then again, better safe than sorry.
And besides, their presence had brought a surprising spark of excitement to the female household staff. Finally, someone worth swooning over. Unlike the aging family driver and longtime security guard, who felt more like uncles than eye candy.
"Only Nanay Zeny still gets giddy over those two," they joked, which earned them a sharp pinch on the arm and a full sermon abou
Chapter Fifty-FiveGIOVANNI'S hands shook with the fury he struggled to contain. He could clearly hear the conversation between Carly and his father, Don Salvatorre. And every word that came out of his father's lips was like a sharp dagger that kept piercing into his chest.Then came the bitter truth: Carly was Monica Palermo's daughter—the very woman he loathed, the haunting shadow of a past he wished to forget forever.The name Monica Palermo had been buried in the darkest recesses of his memory, locked away like a cursed relic he never wanted to unearth. She had been the constant root of argument between his parents. The reason why his mother always cried in silence.Giovanni could still pi
Chapter Fifty-Four"YOU can all stay here," Carly told her four bodyguards as she stepped out of the car.She saw the protest in their eyes."I'm safe here, okay?" she said, trying not to sound irritated.They were inside a private cemetery. She was there to visit her mother's grave. Whenever she needed to be alone, this was where she came. Whenever her anger toward Tyron grew too heavy to bear, she would come here instead, crying quietly before her mother's resting place.But was her mother truly a bad woman? Was it true she had been Don Salvatorre's mistress, as Giovanni had said? Ah, if only she were still alive, Carly could ask her about all the questions tormenting her heart. Even now she could already imagine Giovanni's fury the moment he discovered she was the daughter of the woman he despised most half of his life. And she was almost certain then that their wedding would never happen.The thought made her chest tight
Chapter Fifty-Three"CAN you excuse me for a sec?" Giovanni murmured to Carly when he noticed his father slip into the corridor, Charles O'Marra in tow.Though puzzled, Carly only nodded."I won't be long," he assured her, pressing a quick kiss to the top of her head. "Finish your food."Giovanni walked with casual strides toward his father's private office. Two bodyguards flanked the door, but they stepped aside at his subtle signal. He pressed his ear against the door—nothing. Soundproofed, of course. He cursed under his breath. Nearly every office of his father's was designed to keep secrets locked away from prying ears.He tried the k
Chapter Fifty-Two"OH, y-you're here. I thought you said seven o'clock."Carly's heart gave a hard thud the moment she saw Giovanni.He had gotten a haircut, she noticed. And if it was even possible, it only made him look hotter. Sexier."Can't I show up early just because I missed you?" His lips curved into that infuriatingly charming half-smile.Carly felt the temperature in her face spike. She was blushing, she just knew it. And what did he just say? He missed her?While she tried to casually take in the sight of him in his gray suit and black undershirt, Giovanni made no effort to hide the way his eyes slowly swept over her, hot and searing."I hope I'm not too flashy... or too casual?" she asked, a little self-conscious.She was wearing a simple V-neck mini dress with three-quarter sleeves, black with a delicate chain belt that cinched at her tiny waist. It was a careful choice. Elegant without being too s
Chapter Fifty-One"EVERYONE in position?" Giovanni asked Jaime after tossing him the phone."Yes, Boss. They're standing by for your order.""Good."Salt air swept across the high rooftop where Giovanni crouched motionless, his dark silhouette dissolving into the deep shadows that clung to the building's concrete ledge. Below them, the pier stretched like a finger into the black water, its weathered planks gleaming under the sparse streetlights. The smell of diesel fuel and rotting fish hung heavy in the air—a perfect cover for the kind of business that thrived in darkness.For the past three weeks, he had done nothing but monitor and cri
Chapter FiftyCARLY'S smile deepened as she watched Billie and Terrence embrace, their reunion unfolding like a scene from a romantic film where the characters finally claimed their happily-ever-after. Billie's eyes sparkled with pure happiness that had been missing for far too long—a radiant joy that warmed Carly's heart with secondhand bliss. This moment belonged entirely to Billie, she deserved every second of it. After witnessing her best friend wade through the wreckage of heartbreak and disappointment, happiness was finally hers.When she and Giovanni returned from the island, Billie's mom and closest friends had secretly arranged a surprise birthday party for her. She had been so lost in her sadness that her own special day had nearly passed by unnoticed.