LOGINSiena’s heartbeat sped up as she lifted the phone to her ear—but before she could speak, Cristiano gently took it from her hand. Without a word, he pressed the speaker option and set the phone between them. Siena stared at him, confused. He gave her a small nod, a gesture telling her to go ahead… to talk.She swallowed hard. Her throat felt tight, her nerves tangled. But the word still slipped out, barely above a whisper.“Hello?”“Siena!” Raffaele’s voice—just that one word—shattered her. Tears spilled down her hazel eyes instantly.“R… Raffaele?” her voice broke.“Yes, Siena. It’s me. Your brother.” He exhaled shakily, as if holding himself together.“Brother?” Her voice rose, raw with hurt. “You call yourself my brother, yet you abandoned me like I never mattered—like I never even existed!” All the anger, all the pain she buried for days came pouring out. “Mom… Dad… they didn’t even think twice before leaving me. As if I wasn’t their daughter at all.”Then her own words hit her
“Siena!” “Siena!”Cristiano shouted her name as he tore through the room, checking the bathroom, the closet—every corner.She wasn’t there.Where could she have gone at this hour?Panic shot through him. His chest tightened as he spun around, ready to storm out and search the entire house. Then he noticed it—the balcony door, wide open, the curtains drifting in the night breeze.He froze.There. A small silhouette.He walked toward the balcony.“What are you doing out here?” he asked, his tone carrying an edge he couldn’t hide. It wasn’t anger—it was fear. His eyes settled on his wife, standing still, staring at the moon as if lost in another world.Siena turned slowly and smiled. “You’re home?”“Yeah,” he said, stepping closer. “But why are you out here? You’ll catch a cold.” He didn’t want to admit how terrified he’d been when he didn’t find her.“Oh…” She blinked and shivered, hugging her arms around herself. “The moon is so beautiful tonight. And the air… the night just feels
Hunter had been Cristiano’s friend since childhood. He knew everything about the marriage—Cristiano’s anger, his reluctance, his motives—because Cristiano confided only in him. And he knew Hunter would never betray him; that loyalty had been tested more than once. Cristiano wasn’t foolish enough to keep anyone close without proving them first.“Careful, Hunter. That’s my wife you’re talking about,” Cristiano warned, his voice dropping into that deadly calm everyone feared.“Wife?!” Hunter’s brows flicked up, a flash of disbelief crossing his face. He’d noticed it—the way Cristiano bristled anytime he referred to Siena as that girl, as if she were insignificant.“Do you remember she still has to go?” Hunter said, eyes narrowing. It was the condition. The deal. The ending fate demanded.Cristiano didn’t look at him. His gaze stayed fixed on the darkening sky outside the window. A tightness pulled at his chest, sharp and suffocating, as the truth crept back in—the deal, the promise, the
Cristiano started driving, and as the car rolled onto the road, Siena felt her cheeks still burning. She couldn’t believe she had just put Carina in her place—right in front of Cristiano. God, what must he be thinking of her now? That she was aggressive? A bully? The thought made her wince in embarrassment.But before she could spiral further, she flinched at the sudden warmth covering her hand. Cristiano’s fingers slid over hers, gently clasping her hand on her lap while he kept his other hand steady on the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the road.Siena’s heart skipped a beat. Wow. She had always dreamed of moments like this—simple, soft, and intimate. A romantic drive with her husband holding her hand as if he couldn’t bear to let go. His thumb traced slow circles over the back of her palm, sending a rush of goosebumps up her arms again and again.“After I drop you home, I have to go back to the office,” he said, shifting his gaze toward her curious eyes for a brief second before foc
As Siena stepped into the parking area, his eyes lifted from his phone instantly, as if he could sense her presence without even looking. As his gaze fell on his wife’s beautiful face—the face he had been desperately longing to see since morning, ever since he left for the office—a rare, gentle smile spread across his lips, the kind he reserved only for her.She stood there quietly, not moving toward him, just watching him. He pushed himself off the car he had been leaning on and walked toward her.“Hi,” he murmured, brushing his fingertips softly against her cheek before tucking a stray strand behind her ear. His hand lingered, sliding through her silky hair. He just couldn’t stop himself from touching her, from feeling her close.“Hi…” Siena whispered, a small shiver running through her from the tenderness of his touch. She smiled shyly.“Classes ended? Are you free now?” he asked, and Siena nodded, her cheeks warming with a blush.“Let’s go then.” He took her hand possessively and
Raffaele remembered how many times he had wanted to call Cristiano back then… how badly he had wanted to ask about Siena’s well-being. But he never did. Not because he feared the Italian Don’s temper or the warning never to bring up her name—he wasn’t that kind of coward. It was the fear of hearing something he wasn’t ready to face. The fear that something terrible had happened to Siena.He had always known she wasn’t his real sister, but his heart had refused to accept that. He had loved her as one of his own, protected her every single day of her life. If not for the threat hanging over his family, he would have thrown himself in front of death itself to shield her. Instead, he had been forced into a deal he despised.And then the news came out—headlines about Cristiano Vitelli being utterly taken with his wife, the Italian Don displaying affection for her in public without an ounce of restraint. He still remembered the relief that washed through him. Siena was alive. She was







