LOGINMatteo Rinaldiâs POV Conti Mansion. The sky was beginning to darken, streaks of gold bleeding into the horizon as evening settled in. I stood fully dressed in black, every piece of gear fitted with precision. A tactical shirt clung to my frame, paired with fitted pants and combat boots. Over it, a black jacket completed the look. I adjusted my gloves slowly, my movements deliberate. Night vision goggles rested securely in place. A silenced pistol sat holstered at my side, and a utility knife was strapped within easy reach. Everything was ready. Everything had to be perfect. Because tonight, there would be no room for failure. Hours earlier, I had been seated in Alessiaâs apartment, the faint morning light slipping through the curtains. My mind had been running endlessly, mapping out every possible angle. My children were in that mansion. I could feel it. And Lucaâs interrogation of the foreign doctors was supposed to confirm everything. My phone rang, cutting through my t
Raffaele Ricciâs POV I sat in my apartment, the thick scent of cigar smoke and expensive cologne hanging heavily in the air. Morning light streamed through the floor to ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the polished floors. Luxury had always been my comfort. Control had always been my strength. But today, something felt⌠off. There was a tension in the air I could not shake, like the calm before a storm. I leaned forward on the leather couch, my fingers steepled as my thoughts spiraled. Alessia. The children. The plan. Everything had been set in motion with precision. Every move calculated, every outcome anticipated. Yet something had shifted. What started as a simple strategy to use Alessia and bring Matteo Rinaldi to his knees had become⌠complicated. My interest in her had grown into something I had not planned for, something I could not easily discard. No matter how much I tried to push it aside, she kept finding her way back into my thoughts. That alone i
Giuliaâs POV Having lunch in a luxurious French restaurant with my parents had always been one of my dreams, and now that it was finally happening, I intended to enjoy every second of it. Halfway through the meal, my phone buzzed with a message. Instinctively, I reached for it, already certain it had to be from Matteo, but my mother stopped me, placing her hand over mine. I looked up at her, confused. âWhat if itâs Matteo responding to the pregnancy?â I asked. âHe can wait,â my father said calmly, not even sparing my phone a glance. âRight now, there is no difference between him and us.â I paused, then slowly slipped my phone back into my purse, a small smile forming on my lips. He was right. We had the upper hand now. By the time we finished lunch and returned to the Conti mansion, the air around us felt victorious. I felt powerful. Untouchable. But the moment we stepped out of the car, that illusion shattered. Matteo was standing there, waiting. Beside him were Federico
Matteoâs POV A surge of anger tore through me as I watched the video again. Seeing my children in that condition, hearing Tizianaâs weak voice instead of the bright, cheerful tone I knew so well, something inside me snapped. I swore silently that Giulia and her father would pay for every second of pain they had caused my children. I held Alessia close until her sobs gradually softened. Her body trembled in my arms, exhaustion weighing heavily on her. The past few days had drained her completely. âItâs going to be okay,â I murmured, gently stroking her hair. âWeâre going to find them.â She nodded weakly against my chest, clinging to me like I was the only thing keeping her grounded. âI donât know what Iâd do without you,â she whispered. âYouâll never have to find out,â I promised, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. âIâm here, and Iâm not going anywhere.â When she seemed a little calmer, I guided her to sit down carefully. âI need to take another look at the video,â I
Alessiaâs POV I woke up to another day of emptiness. The weight of the past weeks had drained everything out of me, leaving me hollow, fragile, and barely holding on. My children were still missing, and every second without them stretched into something unbearable. I lay there staring at the ceiling, wondering how much longer I could survive this kind of pain without breaking completely. Eventually, I forced myself out of bed and headed to the bathroom. The shower did nothing to wash away the heaviness clinging to my chest. After getting dressed, I stepped out, only to find that Arianna had prepared breakfast for me. The sight of food made my stomach twist. I had no appetite. Still, I picked a few berries and forced them into my mouth before walking into the living room. I turned on the television, desperate for a distraction, anything to take my mind away from the nightmare swallowing my life. But the moment the news came on, I froze. âConti Family Business Hits Jackpot: Stocks
Giuliaâs POV I did not know exactly how to feel about the pregnancy yet, but one thing was certain. It had served its purpose, and for that single reason, I felt a strange sense of excitement settling deep within me. I wasted no time returning to the Conti family mansion. The moment I arrived, my father, Raimondo Conti, was already waiting in his study with a proud, satisfied smile stretched across his face. âWe need to send a message to Matteo,â I said immediately, not bothering with greetings. âHe needs to know about the pregnancy, and we should inform him about the press release we are planning.â My father nodded slowly, his expression sharpening with calculation. âWe must handle this carefully. Matteo needs to understand that this child changes everything.â Together, we crafted the message, choosing every word with precision. We made sure it carried just enough weight to shake him, just enough pressure to pull him exactly where we wanted him. This child was our strongest wea
Giuliaâs POV As we stepped out of the black luxury limousine, the familiar buzz of excitement wrapped around us. Cameras flashed relentlessly as I lifted my hand and offered them a practiced smile, waving like the obedient public figure they expected me to be. I did not give a single damn about a
Alessiaâs POV As I gazed into Matteoâs eyes, I realized how easy it was for me to trust him. The reassuring way his hands had held mine after the call made my heart waver. It made me question everything. Was he always like this? Or had he changed? It felt as though I was meeting him for the ver
Matteo Rinaldiâs POV As I held Alessia in my arms, her tears soaking through my shirt, a deep wave of anguish swept through me. Seeing her like this, shattered and defenseless, tightened something painful in my chest. There was nothing I could do to erase her pain. Nothing I could say to undo th
Alessiaâs POV As soon as I picked up the call, my heart sank at the sound of Nanny Francaâs distressed voice. âRuggero, maâam⌠Ruggero,â she cried, her words sending a sharp chill down my spine. My pulse quickened, fear tightening painfully around my chest, but I forced myself to stay calm. âF







