Della's POV What in the world is happening? Nothing can be heard by me. It sounds similar to when something bursts next to you and all you hear is a loud bang.My vision is crystal clear, but the voices are not yet audible.I'm in an operating room, watching while medical professionals yell and shock my heart with paddles."Hello?!" I shout, but no one responds. "Why are you treating me like that?!" My eyes were on the verge of crying, but I willed them to hold back.My voice echoes back to me when I talk.Why am I not right? I ask as I begin to cry, my vision becoming clouded by my tears."Charge!" Male surgeon shouts.Before he declares "Clear," someone charges the paddles.He shocks my heart as everyone removes their hands from my body.Charge once more! When nothing changes, he informs them."Clear!"Beeeeep!"Doctor, she's gone." A lady standing to the left of the surgeon says.The male surgeon sighs before looking at the clock on the wall, "Time of death..""No." I run my hands

Alessandro's POV"Alessandro, man, relax." Dario remarks as he crosses his arms in front of my office door and waits to see what I'll do next.Please don't tell me to calm down! I yell back while turning my desk over. "It's not right," I crash to the ground after punching the wall. It's unfair that our child was taken away while the other woman kept hers.Dario sighs and comes over to me, kneeling next to me. I understand, man, and I'm sad you had to experience this.I shoo him away from me and rise up, yelling, "No you're not." at him.He appears surprised by what I said, but he immediately gets over it and gets to his feet, asking, "What the heck are you talking about?""Even Della doesn't appeal to you. Don't you dare tell me you're sorry when you're not; granted, I have no influence over how anyone feels about others." I snarl low and say, clenching my fists but keeping them by my side.He turns to face the wall and wipes his face before turning to face me. "Look, I understand tha

Della's POV I let myself stay in Alessandro's arms while my tears fell freely from my eyes. I can't believe I was pregnant... with Alessandro's child.We made a baby together, but he or she was taken away from us before we even knew we were pregnant.Bad things have happened to me my whole life, and each time is worse than the last. I feel like God is trying to punish me, but I don't understand why.Then it hit me like a slap in the face: we hadn't lost our baby. Our baby died because of that stupid crazy fruit.All of my sadness turned into anger in an instant. I'm mad at that whore because she killed our child. I'm mad at Alessandro because he started dating her in the first place.I'm mad at myself because I didn't fight hard enough to get out of that place before anything bad could have happened.Like I've said before, I can be nice when I want to be, but if you hurt me or someone I care about, I'll be a real bitch.She didn't just bother someone I care about; she killed someone

Camillo’s POVAfter leaving Apricot, I head back to the living room. Gerardo looks up when I walk in, whispers something into his phone, and then hangs up with whoever he was talking to."Who were you on the phone with?" I ask as I sit down again next to him on the couch.He puts his phone away and doesn't look at me. "No one important," he says."You're like my brother because I've known you since we were both six years old. Do you really think I can't tell you're lying?" I ask with an eyebrow raised."Where are Luca and Nat?" he sighs. He asks, but doesn't answer my question.I slump back on the couch after deciding to let it go "Luca and Double D were in Luca's room while Nat is in the shower.""DeeDee? Did she again bring donuts?" Gerardo says this as he gets up from the couch."I don't know, but if she brought them, they should be in the kitchen," I say, shrugging my shoulders.He gives a nod, "Okay, I'll go get some for us. This time, she should have brought some chocolate ones.

I know I said I wouldn't cry anymore because of him, but these tears are so hard to hold back! I hate myself right now for being so weak when it comes to Alessandro.Why can't I be one of those strong women who doesn't cry over every little thing?I'm so weak. Even though I'm mad at him and want to stay that way, there's a small part of me that just wants to be in his arms.He brings his hand up and gently wipes away the tears that have fallen down my cheeks."I'm so sorry I hurt you baby, but she is only here because she is pregnant with my child. She could do anything to hurt the baby, who has done nothing wrong." He tells me softly as his thumb strokes the side of my cheek.I turn my head so I don't have to look him in the eyes, and he starts kissing me lightly from my jawline to my neck.When he kisses my neck, I never want him to stop, and I'm sure he knows that because he always uses any free time he has to give me the softest or roughest kisses ever. I can't stop myself though,