INICIAR SESIÓNThe dim light flickered in the small room, the only sound in there was the faint one of the old air conditioner struggling against the summer heat. Lucas sat in the corner, his eyes focused on the man bound to the chair before him. Sweat dripped down the man’s face, his breathing was shallow and quick, and his eyes scanned around the place looking for any tiny opportunity to get away. Matteo’s text had come in just as Valentina had fallen asleep, that he found the guy, the mastermind himself, and no matter how much Lucas wanted to be in the room when val wakes up, he had to finish this tonight. He'd come to know her as a very curious person, a weird trait for a lady that carried herself with grace, and he liked that about her it's not everyday you see someone who makes you want to be your old self in front of them.And knowing valentina, if he delayed his business until tomorrow, there's no way she wouldn't find out, and the funniest part of all this was put her in front of the culpr
The street was a mess. People had gathered, some peering into the wreck, others with their phones out, either recording or trying to call for help. Horns blared as cars struggled to maneuver around the crash site, drivers cursing at the unexpected traffic."Is she breathing?" someone shouted."She needs to get out of there—the car’s leaking!" another person called out.A bigger looking man on the situation pulled the door open, ignoring the heat radiating from the engine. "Miss, can you hear me?" He asked, but no response came. Valentina’s body was limp against the seat, blood trickling from a cut near her hairline, and her gut was clenched—she wasn’t waking up, and the truck had long driven away. The rail of the bridge was the only thing holding her and the car from falling and sinking into the river. "We need to move her!""But what if her spine—""If that car goes up, there won’t be anything left to save!"Sirens screamed in the distance, as a woman crouched beside the car, pressi
Valentina walked out of the hospital quickly, clutching her purse by her side, she barely held together everything she was feeling. Her heels clicked against the pavement, her breath uneven, and her other hand clenched at her sides as if gripping onto the last bit of control she had left.By the time she reached the car, her chest was tight, and a painful lump had formed in her throat. She yanked the door open, got in, and shut it with more force than necessary. The moment she was inside, she let out a sharp breath, her fingers shaking slightly as they pressed against her lap.Lucas, who had been leaning back in his seat, turned his head slightly, wondering why she looked like she just had a fight with the doctor.She could feel his gaze on her, steady and unreadable.A few seconds passed, and he asked. "What happened?"She didn’t answer. Not because she didn’t want to, she was sure Lucas made his reaserch about her and her family before they got married and he knew every detail, but
The suffocating silence stretched so thick in the ward, it was ready to stab if it snapped. She felt unsteady, like the floor beneath her had suddenly shifted, like the world had tilted and she couldn't grasp how."The treatment is wasting money, and it’s not even working. Go back to the regular treatment." Don Antonio replied nonchalantly.She stared at him, barely able to comprehend what she’d just heard. Her throat felt tight, burning with unspoken fury and disbelief. “We had an agreement,” she said. “We talked about it. You Proposed it so why are you breaking it?!”Her father, always the composed businessman, always the man who could justify any betrayal under the guise of practicality, sighed as if she was the one being unreasonable. “Valentina,” he said, with that tired, patronizing tone she had grown to despise. “It’s time to be realistic. This has gone on long enough. We can’t keep pouring money into a treatment that isn’t working.”Her stomach churned. Realistic?Alecia’s vo
Matteo stepped into the hospital lobby, shaking off the morning chill as he walked up to the reception desk. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes carried the dullness of someone who hadn't had a peaceful night. The young nurse at the desk barely looked up from her monitor."Name and purpose of visit?" she asked in a bored tone."Matteo Ricci," he said, pulling out his ID. "Here for Elizabeth Caruso."She tapped at her keyboard, her nails clicking against the keys before nodding toward the elevators. "Room 306, third floor. Immediate family only, but you’re listed as a visitor."Matteo gave a small nod of thanks and made his way to the elevators.By the time he reached the third floor, he spotted Lucas leaning against the wall just outside Elizabeth’s room. The hall was quiet except for the occasional beep of monitors from nearby rooms, and the sterile scent of antiseptic hung in the air.Lucas barely glanced at him when he stopped beside him.Matteo took a second before leaning in ju
The scent of antiseptic filled Valentina’s nose as she stepped into the labor room, the bright overhead lights almost too harsh for her sleep-deprived eyes. But none of that mattered because Elizabeth was on the hospital bed, sweaty, breathless, and looking seconds away from either bursting into tears or launching herself at the doctor."Took you long enough," Elizabeth gritted out between heavy breaths. "I could’ve died."She barely had time to process the dramatic accusation before the nurses pushed her toward the bed. Elizabeth grabbed her hand without hesitation, and the next thing she knew, her fingers were being crushed in an iron grip."You—holy shit, Elizabeth!" she yelped, trying to pry her hand free, but the woman was too far gone. "I need my fingers, you know!""Shut up please and let me squeeze!"She winced but let her. The doctor’s voice rang through the room, instructing her to push. Another scream tore from her throat, her grip tightening until Valentina thought her bon







