LOGIN~LUCAS~Getting discharged from the hospital doesn't make things any easier.If anything, being back in my apartment makes everything worse.At least in the hospital, there were nurses coming in and out, doctors asking questions, and people constantly interrupting my thoughts.Here, there's nothing.Just me, my thoughts, and the three women who have somehow managed to turn my entire life upside down.I sit on the couch, staring at the television without having the slightest idea what's playing.My phone is beside me, but I haven't touched it in almost an hour.I haven't eaten properly either.Every time I try to concentrate on something, my mind goes straight back to them.Marcella.Fiorella.Camilla.I drag a hand through my hair and lean back. I don't even know how I'm supposed to handle this.A knock on the door pulls me out of my thoughts.I glance towards it, wondering who could possibly be visiting.Another knock follows.I push myself off the couch and w
~LUCAS~The moment the hospital room door closes behind the Romano brothers, the silence returns.I sink further into my pillow, staring at the ceiling, still wondering how I fell in love with three identical daughters of three identical men.I drag a hand down my face.How the hell did my life get this complicated?I chose to speak with each of them privately to weigh my feelings. To know which feeling is stronger than the others and so that choosing will become easy.But it didn't work, and I'll have to admit that I'm very much in love with all three women.Even when I thought I've moved on from Marcella and Fiorella, but seeing them again, and speaking to them privately just made me realize I'm still in love with them.But I'm confused about what to do with that love.Because I love Marcella.I love her in a way that takes me back to the man I was before everything changed. She's the woman who came into my life and turned it upside down. Before her, I didn't
~FIORELLA~I take a deep breath before opening the hospital room door.I know Marcella has just spoken to Lucas, and I have a pretty good idea of what their conversation must have been about.Knowing my sister, she probably poured her heart out, reminded him how much she loves him, and made it clear that she's not willing to lose him again.Well, that's Marcella.But I'm not Marcella.I'm not going into that room to cry, beg, or remind Lucas of how much I've missed him. I'm going in because there are things I need to say, and I'm determined to say them without allowing my emotions to get the better of me.I walk inside, close the door behind me, and turn towards the bed.Lucas is watching me."Hello, Lucas.""Hey, Fiorella."I approach his bed, pull out the chair beside it, and sit down, crossing one leg over the other.For a few seconds, we simply look at each other.Seeing him again without prior notice is still something I haven't completely processed."I'm gl
~MARCELLA~The moment I step into the hospital room and see Lucas sitting against the pillows, my entire face lights up.I'm now alone with him. Alone to fully express myself!I don't even bother hiding my excitement. I hurry towards his bed, carefully wrapping my arms around him as soon as I reach him."Lucas!"He lets out a soft laugh. "Hey, Marcella.""I missed you!" I pull back just enough to look at his face before hugging him again. "I missed you so damn much."He chuckles, gently rubbing my back. "Easy. I'm still recovering, remember?"I immediately loosen my arms. "Sorry."He smiles. "It's okay."I sit beside him, unable to stop smiling as I take in his face.God, I've missed this man.I've missed his voice, his smile, his stupidly handsome face and even the way he looks at me whenever I'm being too dramatic.I missed everything."It's been a while, hasn't it?" he suddenly says.I look at him. "Yes.""A very long while." His smile gradually fades. "I honestl
~CAMILLA~I stare at Lucas, completely confused.Tell my dads? After everything I've just said?Does Lucas not understand what that could mean for us?I know my dads. I know how protective they are of their daughters, and I know exactly how they feel about the Bianchi family. Finding out that the man I've fallen in love with is the son of their greatest enemy isn't exactly something they'll take lightly.They might not even give him the opportunity to explain himself.And Lucas wants to tell them?"Are you serious?" I ask, searching his face.He nods. "Very."I stare at him in disbelief."Lucas, do you understand what you're saying? Do you understand the gravity of telling my dads that you're Torenzo Bianchi's son?""Yes, Camilla. I do.""Then why would you want to do that?"He exhales, and I shake my head, moving a little closer."Are you okay with us going our separate ways? Is that what you want? Because if my dads find out, there's a possibility they might
~LUCAS~For a moment, I simply stare at her.Torenzo Bianchi is dead.My father is dead.And strangely enough, I feel absolutely nothing.No grief. No anger. No relief. Nothing.I had spent years wondering what would happen if I ever came face-to-face with the man who abandoned my mother and me. I had imagined countless possibilities, countless things I would say to him if I ever got the chance.I wanted answers.I wanted to look him in the eyes and ask him why he hated us so much. Why he treated my mother like she was worthless. Why he threw his own son out of his house without a second thought.I wanted to understand why he abandoned us and never once bothered to find out whether we were alive or dead.And now...Now that I finally had the opportunity to meet him, he was gone.Gone for good.I swallow, forcing myself to look at Camilla."How did he die?"She watches me carefully."He..." She hesitates. "He killed himself, Lucas."I frown slightly. "What?""After
~NICO~“Dad, I'm not quitting school. I love it there” I say angrily to my father.Vincenzo, Riccardo and I are in my father's private office and he called us for a meeting because he heard I was at Elena's school yesterday.Yes, I get that father has eyes everywhere but wh
~ELENA~The whispers multiply until it feels like the entire hallway has turned into a low hum of excitement.“Who is he? Does anyone know?”“They say he is doing his masters.”“I heard he's transferred.”“Transferred? He looks like he walked straight out of a magazine.”“D
Alessandro stands in the middle of his father’s office, tall and impassive, hands in his pockets, face unreadable. His black shirt clings to his frame, sleeves rolled to the elbows, veins prominent, tattoos peeking at his wrists. The room is thick with tension.Behind the heavy mahogany desk sits
~NICO~The moment my fist connects with Alessandro’s jaw, the sound is louder than I expect. A sharp crack that silences even the shrieks around us.He stumbles, spits blood, and collapses onto the floor.The crowd roars….half in shock, half in awe. Phones are out, cap







