MasukMatteoâs POV I sat in my study at Rinaldi Holdings, reviewing the recent developments shaking the business world. One report in particular caught my attention......a one-billion-euro investment from an anonymous source injected directly into the Conti company. âWho would do something like that and still claim to be sane?â I muttered. Unless there was an ulterior motive. I leaned back in my chair, exhaling slowly. The corporate battlefield was becoming more dangerous by the day...... and I would not allow Alessia to get caught in the crossfire. I picked up my phone and checked the screen. Morning had come and gone, and she still hadnât responded to my request to meet. I dialed her number. It rang a few times before she answered. âHello?â Her voice was soft. Guarded. âAlessia, itâs Matteo,â I said carefully. âI havenât heard from you. I just wanted to make sure youâre okay.â There was a brief silence. I could almost hear her thinking. âIâm fine,â she replied. âJust trying to
Alessiaâs POV I stepped out of the car, glancing around for any sign of the lawyer. The park was quiet, the surrounding buildings casting long shadows in the fading afternoon light. A sense of unease settled deep in the pit of my stomach as I scanned the area. âAre you sure this is the right place?â Matteo Rinaldi asked, his brow furrowed with concern as he joined me on the sidewalk. âYes, this is the address the lawyer gave me,â I replied, my voice tinged with uncertainty. âThe mail was sent to my house, just like he said it would be.â We waited in silence. Minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity. I checked my phone repeatedly, hoping for some sign that we were in the right place. Nothing. Then my phone buzzed. My heart skipped as I read the new message: Your mail was intercepted. This is the real venue: Via Alessandro Manzoni 1457, Lusborg. My hands trembled slightly as I showed the message to Matteo. âThey intercepted the mail. This is the real address.â Matt
Alessiaâs POV As I stepped out of the steam-filled bathroom, a towel wrapped snugly around my body, I reached for the hairdryer to tame the unruly strands of my hair. The soft whirring of the dryer filled the air as I began to brush through the damp strands, coaxing them into submission. Midway through my hair-drying routine, the familiar buzz of my phone disrupted the tranquility of the moment. Glancing at the caller ID, I saw Matteo Rinaldiâs name flashing on the screen. My heart skipped a beat. Why the hell is he calling me from the⌠With each passing moment, the anticipation built within me, fueling my determination to seek out the truth, no matter the cost. As I finally finished drying my hair, I got to the wardrobe and selected a smart outfit to put on. I slipped on my favorite pair of jeans, a cozy jacket, and a cap to shield my face from prying eyes. I could feel the weight of what I was about to do settling over me like a cloak. With each step toward the door, my resolv
Giuliaâs POV When I woke up, the first sensation I felt was anger. Matteo Rinaldiâs coldness had seeped into my dreams, tainting even my subconscious with his disdain. What on earth is wrong with his mind? I tossed the covers aside, took a bath, and dressed, determined to confront him. This silent treatment had gone on long enough. As I stepped into the dining room, the smell of breakfast barely calmed my rising frustration. Matteo was already standing up from the table as I approached. âBuongiorno,â I said, trying to keep my tone neutral. He didnât respond. Instead, he turned to leave, his expression unreadable. âMatteo, wait,â I called, reaching for his arm. He stopped but didnât look at me. âWhy are you treating me like this?â I asked. His eyes flicked to my hand on his arm, and with a swift motion, he pulled away, glaring. âI hate it when filth stains me,â he said, his voice dripping with contempt. I gasped, his words hitting me like a slap. âFilth?â I repeated, my vo
Alessiaâs 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 childrenâs pizza and ice cream. âWhy the hell did I let him kiss me like that?â I questioned myself, my mind spinning with uncertainty. âWas it just a moment of weakness, or was there something more?â 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. âMiss Alessia?â I turned as Nanny Francaâs warm voice broke through the silence, pulling me back to reality. âIs everything alright?â Nanny Franca asked, her tone filled with concern. Startled, I faced her, trying to compose myself. âYes, everythingâ
Alessiaâs POV âWhatâs going on with you ladies?â I asked with a soft laugh. âWeâre good, love,â Camellia replied smoothly. âHow are the kids?â Arianna chimed in. âTheyâre good. Having fun while Iâm stuck up here working,â I answered, a smile tugging at my lips. âHow else should it be?â Camellia teased. âWell⌠something balanced maybe?â I said, and we all burst into laughter. âDonât be silly, Ale,â Arianna said once we settled. âOf course, I couldnât have asked for a better situation,â I admitted. âAnd thank you again for Tizianaâs hat. She absolutely loved it.â âOh, it was nothing,â Arianna replied warmly. âSo,â Camellia said suddenly, âhow about we hang out? Itâs been forever.â âI second that!â Arianna squealed. âWe need a night out. A break. A reset.â I hesitated. The last time I tried to unwind⌠Ruggero had gotten hurt. âI donât know,â I admitted. âThe last time didnât go well. I donât want anything happening to the kids.â âNanny Franca is there for a reason,â Camel




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