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Chapter 28

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Matteo Rinaldi’s POV

Standing in front of the dresser mirror inside my walk-in closet, I felt an unfamiliar crack beneath my carefully built mask of confidence and control. No matter how composed I tried to be, Alessia had always possessed the strange power to stir emotions in me—emotions I never believed I was capable of feeling for her.

Her silence weighed heavily on my mind. The way she avoided me, the way she refused to respond—it echoed loudly in the empty room. I wanted to hear from he
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  • Too Broken To Be Healed    Chapter 75

    Alessia’s POV Leaning on the door, I felt my breath quicken and the urge to press my hand against my chest, but both hands were occupied with the children’s pizza and ice cream. “Why the hell did I let him kiss me like that?” I questioned myself, my mind spinning with uncertainty. “Was it just a moment of weakness, or was there something more?” Lost in my thoughts, I stood there in the hallway of the Conti estate in Italy, grappling with conflicting emotions. Part of me was drawn to Raffaele Ricci, his quiet strength and the kindness he tried so hard to hide. I also felt sorry for him because of everything he had been forced to endure. But another part of me was wary, unsure of what was truly going on behind those unreadable eyes. “Miss Alessia?” I turned as Nanny Franca’s warm voice broke through the silence, pulling me back to reality. “Is everything alright?” Nanny Franca asked, her tone filled with concern. Startled, I faced her, trying to compose myself. “Yes, everything’

  • Too Broken To Be Healed    Chapter 74

    Alessia’s POV “What’s going on with you ladies?” I asked with a soft laugh. “We’re good, love,” Camellia replied smoothly. “How are the kids?” Arianna chimed in. “They’re good. Having fun while I’m stuck up here working,” I answered, a smile tugging at my lips. “How else should it be?” Camellia teased. “Wellâ€Ķ something balanced maybe?” I said, and we all burst into laughter. “Don’t be silly, Ale,” Arianna said once we settled. “Of course, I couldn’t have asked for a better situation,” I admitted. “And thank you again for Tiziana’s hat. She absolutely loved it.” “Oh, it was nothing,” Arianna replied warmly. “So,” Camellia said suddenly, “how about we hang out? It’s been forever.” “I second that!” Arianna squealed. “We need a night out. A break. A reset.” I hesitated. The last time I tried to unwindâ€Ķ Ruggero had gotten hurt. “I don’t know,” I admitted. “The last time didn’t go well. I don’t want anything happening to the kids.” “Nanny Franca is there for a reason,” Camel

  • Too Broken To Be Healed    Chapter 73

    Alessia’s POV The weekend sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm golden glow across the kitchen as I walked downstairs with my children, already bathed and dressed. We stepped into the kitchen, ready to prepare breakfast and enjoy the morning together. Of course, I would be the one cooking. Soon, the irresistible aroma of pancakes sizzling on the griddle filled the air, blending beautifully with the rich scent of freshly brewed coffee for me and warm lattes for the children. I moved gracefully around the kitchen, flipping pancakes and pouring the steaming milk into cheerful mugs. “Mamma, can I help with the pancakes?” Renzo asked eagerly, his eyes shining. I smiled warmly. “Of course, Renzo,” I said, handing him napkins. “You can give these to your siblings.” “Okay, Mamma!” he replied happily before hurrying to the table. “Thank you, Mamma,” Tiziana said sweetly from her seat. “Do you need help with anything else?” Tino asked, his voice careful but attentive.

  • Too Broken To Be Healed    Chapter 72

    Giulia’s POV Sitting in the parlor with Matteo and my father, the tension in the air was suffocating. I tried to maintain my composure, but my mind kept drifting back to the hours leading up to this moment. Earlier, Vittorio had called to inform us that Matteo was on his way. The news had sent a shiver of anticipation through me. After asking Vittorio the previous day to contact him, we had waited anxiously for his response. Today was the day. I had already chosen a beautiful outfit for his arrival. After Vittorio relayed the message, I retreated to my room to prepare. I ran a bath, letting the warm water calm my nerves while my thoughts raced. Once dry, I slipped into my favorite blouse and skirt — a black silk ensemble that clung perfectly to my curves. I examined myself in the mirror, satisfied, then headed downstairs. “You look stunning, Giulia,” Father said as I approached the dining table. “Thank you, Father,” I replied softly. Such compliments were rare from him. I smi

  • Too Broken To Be Healed    Chapter 71

    Matteo Rinaldi’s POV My heart skipped a beat at the mention of Giulia’s name, and my mind flooded with memories of the day before. I knew Giulia would do something tricky with that ridiculous story, but I did not expect her to act so quickly. I could not afford distractions at a time like this. I needed to sort everything out and find a way to make amends with Alessia. She had suffered enough before I realized how much she truly meant to me. I blinked my frustration away and waited for Federico to finish the call. Federico maintained his composure, expression carefully neutral as he listened to Vittorio’s request. When the call ended, he turned to me, brow furrowed. “What the hell do they want now?” I muttered under my breath, annoyed. “It concerns Ms. Giulia Conti,” Federico replied, tone grave. “It seems Raimondo Conti wishes to speak with you. He’s requesting your presence at the Conti mansion by noon for lunch.” I scoffed. “Who the hell does he think he is, ordering me arou

  • Too Broken To Be Healed    Chapter 70

    Matteo Rinaldi’s POV I sat at my desk in the office, with Federico standing opposite me. The weight of recent events hung heavily on my mind. The attack on my children had become a constant source of worry and anger. I turned to Federico, my voice edged with urgency as I sought an update. “Federico, what have we found so far regarding the men who attacked my children on their way to school? Is there any new update?” I asked. “Yes, Mr. Rinaldi,” Federico nodded solemnly, reaching for a tablet to pull up the latest information. The screen illuminated with recorded dashcam footage, showing a fleeting glimpse of the attackers’ vehicle. My jaw clenched as I watched, frustration bubbling within me. “We got the plate number of the car,” Federico explained. “But when we ran a check, the plate number didn’t exist.” My brows furrowed in annoyance. How could they have disappeared so completely, leaving behind no trace? “How is that possible?” I demanded, my voice tight with frustration.

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