บททั้งหมดของ The Don's babygirl. : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

The carefully constructed peace within Julia's home felt increasingly fragile, like a glass sculpture precariously balanced on a narrow ledge, threatening to topple at the slightest tremor. Outwardly, the co-parenting arrangement with Massimo and Mikal was functioning smoothly, a testament to their shared commitment to Isabella's well-being. Dinner conversations were polite, school pickups were seamlessly coordinated, and Isabella beamed, blissfully unaware of the tectonic plates shifting beneath her feet. But beneath the surface, a storm of "what ifs" churned within Julia, a tempest of regret and anxiety threatening to shatter the delicate equilibrium. The house, once a sanctuary, now felt like a stage where she played a role, carefully masking her inner turmoil. What if she had never lied about Isabella's paternity? What if she had confided in Massimo from the beginning, trusting him with the truth instead of succumbing to fear and insecurity? Would their lives be different? Would t

With Father's Day, that minefield of emotions, finally behind them, Julia and Massimo cautiously ventured into new territory: entrusting Isabella to Mikal for an evening of babysitting. The idea had been Mikal's, a well-intentioned olive branch extended in the spirit of shared responsibility and, perhaps, a subtle nudge towards normalcy. He genuinely wanted to help Julia and Massimo reconnect, to give them a chance to rekindle the spark in their strained relationship – a relationship he knew, with a pang of bittersweetness, he could never fully be a part of. Despite initial reservations, stemming from lingering mistrust and a deep-seated desire to maintain control over Isabella's environment, Julia eventually agreed. The prospect of a date night with Massimo, a chance to escape the daily routine of homework, bath times, and co-parenting logistics, and to focus solely on their relationship, was too enticing to resist. She craved the intimacy they had lost, the easy camaraderie that had

The aftermath of the babysitting incident left a palpable chill in the air, a frost that settled not just between Julia and Mikal, but also subtly iced over the already delicate dynamic between Massimo and Mikal. Massimo, witnessing Julia's distress and sensing the underlying tensions, found himself caught in a familiar crossfire, torn between loyalty to Julia and a burgeoning respect for Mikal. He knew that this simmering conflict, if left unchecked, could poison the carefully cultivated environment they had all worked so hard to create for Isabella. Driven by a growing sense of responsibility and a desire to protect Isabella from the fallout of their adult dramas, Massimo decided to take matters into his own hands. He understood that Julia and Mikal were locked in a cycle of accusations and defensiveness, unable to see past their own perspectives. Someone needed to step in, to mediate, to find a way forward that respected everyone's needs and concerns. He called Mikal, requesting a

Years melted away, painting strokes of warmth and vibrant hues onto the canvas of their unconventional family. The arrival of the triplets – Leo, Maya, and Sofia – had initially thrown their lives into a whirlwind of sleepless nights, endless diaper changes, and a symphony of baby cries that echoed through the house. But amidst the chaos, a deeper, more profound love blossomed, binding them together in a way they had never imagined possible. Isabella, now a teenager, embraced her role as a big sister with a maturity that belied her age. She became a second mother to the triplets, patiently helping with homework, braiding their hair, and sharing her love of music and art. She reveled in the chaos of their bustling household, finding a sense of belonging and purpose in their shared laughter and the unconditional love that permeated every corner of their home. Massimo and Mikal, once divided by jealousy and suspicion, now operated as a seamless team. Massimo, with his calm demeanor and

ML: Alessandro Fabiano.Feared by many and respected by all or most of all. He had everything a man could want – wealth, power, and influence. But there was one thing that he didn't have – love and in the way he was living it was almost impossible to find a decent woman especially with the deadly reputation he had! And besides that he closed his heart for emotions such as love, a long time ago and went only in search of the female species when he was in need of one. Famous Italian mafia Don, notoriously known as the "Angel¨ (of death!") depending on the situation!.... 36 years of age, a handsome devil with the smile of an angel, if he wants too! Smoldering orbs who could make women's panties drop in seconds by a mere look of his, a sharp stumbled jawline, short dark hair in the neck with some longer strands on top of which women often loved to grab during sex…. A greek body to drool over with toned abs and a v-line to linger your tongue over…. In one word, a devil in