At first, Cristiano was just pretending to be an affectionate husband—playing the part, thinking he’s pretty good at it. Or… is he? Lol! But then why does he keep flipping between cold and warm so quickly, like he realizes what he’s doing before he can even stop it? Guess the act is starting to feel a little too real!
For a brief second, his expression hardened in confusion. Then his eyes fell on Siena, who was now crying uncontrollably.He was both amused and surprised as he asked softly, “Why are you crying, doll?”“You’re hurt… bleeding… Oh God!” she sobbed between gasps, her voice breaking. She had seen the blood on his shirt. But that was not his own. It was stained when he carried the wounded Lino in his arms. But he hadn’t told her. Not yet.“But why are you crying?” he asked again, this time with a teasing edge.Siena stopped sobbing for a heartbeat. Her tears clung to the corners of her eyes as she glared at him through blurred vision.She swallowed hard, trying to steady her voice. “We should go to a doctor first…”Cristiano finished the thought in his mind before she could say it aloud—as if she meant to add and argue later.“Doll…” Cristiano made a deliberately pained expression, his face contorting as if he were in serious agony. “We can’t go to a doctor,” he muttered, his voice low a
Though his face was cold, his heart still pounded from fear for Lino. If anything happened to him, he vowed silently, he would make the person behind this betrayal pay. His jaw clenched tightly, thoughts racing. However, deep down, he had sensed this coming the moment Tom demanded his presence for the deal. Still, he came not just to inspect the arms, but to uncover who plotted against him and who fed information to their enemies.But calling the police… that was Tom’s final, unforgivable mistake. Now Tom lay dead, and there was no chance he’d live to see another sunrise.Toni’s eyes widened in fear. He didn’t question further. With a grim nod, he lifted Lino and began retreating toward their car.Cristiano, covering their escape, fired cross shots from his position, keeping the advancing officers at bay. Hunter sat at the wheel, engine already running, eyes fixed on the path ahead. As soon as he saw them coming back, he instantly understood, and Garo yanked the car door open.Cristia
Cristiano strode through the shadows toward a row of abandoned vehicles. Beyond them stood a ramshackle dump house—its tin sheets patched with splintered wood, half-collapsed and reeking of rust and dust. This forgotten corner of the city was where old cars were discarded like broken toys, forgotten by time and stripped for parts.He stopped behind a gnarled tree, its bark rough against his shoulder. With deliberate calm, he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, scanned the desolate surroundings, and tied it across the lower half of his face—masking his features with practiced precision. His eyes, sharp and calculating, flicked to every corner before settling.Flanked by Toni and Lino, his silhouette moved forward with quiet menace. The night was thick, the air heavy with silence. The cracked asphalt stretched before them, bathed in the pale, flickering glow of a single streetlamp—its light offering little more than an eerie invitation.Then, out of the darkness, a car engine hummed
“You’re coming, boss?!” Toni, one of the men, asked, his voice thick with shock.Cristiano’s eyes narrowed slightly, but his voice remained dangerously calm. “What… can’t I come with you?”Toni instantly regretted asking. He knew better than to question the Don.“No, Don, I… I… I mean…” Toni stammered, stumbling over his words. “You—you refused to go earlier, that’s why I… I was confused.”Cristiano let out a low, dismissive “Hmm,” as if the matter was beneath him.Toni let out a breath of relief. His eyes softened, and he silently thanked whatever forces kept the Don from being in a bad mood today. He’d live to see another sunrise.But Hunter’s sharp eyes studied the Don with a calculating, knowing look. If Cristiano had changed his decision, there had to be a reason behind it—a very important reason.“Boss, I need a few days off,” Lino, another one of the men, blurted out abruptly.Cristiano’s cold gaze didn’t lift from his glass. He simply swirled the amber liquid, his expression u
After a few minutes, Vittorio also left for the office. Elena stayed behind, waiting for Siena so they could leave for college together. Still heavy-hearted, Siena picked up her books and bag, about to leave for college as planned.“Where are you going?” The grandmother’s sharp voice made her stop in her tracks.“College,” Siena replied casually.“Don’t go today. Come to my room. My feet are aching—I need a massage,” the grandmother summoned with authority.Siena was caught off guard. She glanced at Soraya, silently asking for help.“Mother, I’m free until lunchtime. I can give you a good massage,” Soraya quickly offered, trying to rescue the situation.But the grandmother shot her a burning glare. “No. Your old hands can’t work properly. I need my granddaughter-in-law. She should be the one to serve me.”“She probably doesn’t even know how to give you a proper massage,” Soraya muttered in a low voice, still trying to intervene. “You won’t get any relief from the pain.”“That’s exactl
“Ever heard of love at second sight—or third, fourth, fifth sight?” she asked, biting the corner of her bottom lip mischievously.He furrowed his brow in annoyance.“No?!” she giggled. “Then watch it happen for the first time. I fell for you, Cristiano Vitelli.”Cristiano felt his throat tighten and his mouth go dry. He hadn’t expected this from her—not now, not acting like this. His jaw clenched, fists tightening at his sides. He exhaled sharply and barked, “Stop thinking nonsense. Let me leave for the office—I’m already late for my meeting.”He could have grabbed her arm and shoved her away, but instead, he stood still, lowering his hands to his sides.“Oops… sorry,” she giggled softly, slowly removing her arms and pulling away from him.Without glancing back, he strode toward the door. Siena’s heart sank, something twisting deep inside her—something darker than sadness… something like fear. He hadn’t questioned her about Fabio when she thought he would. Was that why he’d been so co