LOGINUpon their return to Florence, Siena found herself enveloped in the love and care of Elena and Soraya. The mansion, once a place of tension, was now filled with life. Siena was stunned to learn the truth about Adrian’s identity, but her shock was quickly replaced by joy. Elena was finally marrying the man she loved, and better yet, she was finally being seen as an individual. As a wedding gift, Adrian had presented Elena with her own startup, fulfilling her lifelong dream of becoming an entrepreneur.Even the Grandmother had undergone a transformation. While her intimidating nature remained intact—she still issued orders, she now treated Soraya and Siena with a newfound gentleness. They didn’t mind the occasional command from the matriarch; it was a small price to pay for the peace that now reigned in the family.Riya and Anna were overjoyed at Siena’s safe return, rushing to the house the moment they heard she was back. Though Siena had missed her exams during the chaos in her life,
“No... I love you, doll. I love you so much,” he said, his voice cracking as his heart finally reached its breaking point. He could endure a war, he could endure a bullet, but he could not bear this—being away from his life, his light, and seeing her soul shatter in front of him.Without waiting for her to resist again, he took a single, long stride and hauled her into his arms. For a heartbeat, she stiffened, but then the walls came crumbling down. She leaned into his protective warmth, her fingers clutching his shirt into tight fists as she wept against his chest.He buried his face in her hair, inhaling her familiar scent as a long, shaky sigh escaped him. He began to caress her head, his touch gentle and grounding. “Enough, doll. Please. You’ll have a terrible headache if you cry any more.”A small, watery smile touched her lips, even though her eyes were still brimming with tears. He knew her so well—better than she knew herself.“You’re very bad, husband,” she murmured, her voic
Siena was truly happy with the Costa family. Renata, Amadeo, Raffaele, and Silvia treated her with such deep affection that, just as it had been for the last twenty years, she never felt like she wanted their blood. She was the princess of this house; this was her real home. She had spent time in Moscow living with her biological family, but despite the blood connection, there wasn't a single day there that felt like home.This, right here, was where she belonged.“You need to finish this entire fruit bowl, every last bite,” Renata insisted, her tone a perfect blend of motherly love and iron command.“Mom!” Siena pleaded, widening her eyes in a classic display of innocent desperation.“Don’t ‘Mom’ me,” Renata countered with a playful finality. “You’re eating for two now.”Siena turned her gaze toward Amadeo, her bottom lip trembling slightly. “Dad… help?”Amadeo chuckled and immediately raised his hands in a gesture of mock surrender. “I am sorry, Principessa. My hands are tied. If I
“Father, Adrian and Elena are in love,” Cristiano informed him. He watched his father’s face closely, but Vittorio didn’t seem surprised.“I know,” Vittorio admitted, his voice tight with suppressed frustration. “And when I first found out, I despised the idea of my daughter loving a bodyguard. However, I have seen Adrian's loyalty firsthand; he is a good man, and I know he can protect her. I know she would be happy with him. But even so... I cannot bring myself to give my daughter away to a mere employee. She is my princess, Cristiano; she deserves a prince.”Cristiano remained expressionless, his voice steady as he spoke. “First of all, Father, she doesn't need a title to be happy if Adrian loves her truly. And secondly...” He paused, letting the silence build before dropping the truth. “Adrian is no 'mere bodyguard.' He is Adrian Cross.”Vittorio’s mind raced as he tried to process the name. When the realization finally hit, his eyes widened in sheer disbelief. “You mean... he is t
As soon as Cristiano landed in Florence, he went straight to the hospital. Lino was already waiting at the curb in a dark sedan, the engine idling as the Italian Don slid into the leather seat.Upon arriving at the hospital, he found his father, Vittorio, waiting along with Adrian, Garo, and Toni. Dozens of armed guards lined the hallways, their hands hovering near their jackets, ready to defend the wing where Hunter was being kept.Cristiano walked through the corridors with a fearless stride, his head held high despite knowing he had been declared a wanted man by the Famiglia. He expected a confrontation, but the silence shocked him; no one moved to capture him, and no one dared to force him down. The air was thick with a strange, uneasy respect.Lino had filled him in on every grim detail during the drive—the betrayal, the backstabbing, and the redemption. He learned everything that had unfolded in his absence, including the fact that Gino and Lillian were finally dead. His grandmo
As the plane’s tires shrieked against the runway at Schiphol, ending their long journey after the layover in Istanbul, Cristiano felt Siena’s hand tighten in his.They moved through immigration with the practiced calm of people who had nothing to hide, walking straight toward the exit since they carried no luggage.Siena turned to him as they reached the sliding glass doors, her eyes still clouded with sleep and lingering curiosity. "You're still not going to tell me why we’re really here?"He caught the irritation in her gaze, his expression softening. He reached over, lacing his fingers through hers and squeezing gently."Patience, amore mio," he replied softly, with an effortless smile. "The best things are worth waiting for."Siena rolled her eyes, too exhausted to argue further, and followed him through the terminal like a shadow.He led her toward the crowded pickup area, the damp Amsterdam air hitting their faces. Suddenly, a familiar voice cut through the noise, snapping her o







