All Chapters of L'ANGELO DELL TERRORE: Chapter 91 - Chapter 95

Chapter 91 A taste~Sophia The ride back from the mall was tiring. For Christ's sake, I was pregnant, but my legs had another thing of their own."Are you okay?" Lola asked, placed her small palm on my head and then back to hers."You seem fine but you're shaking." She looked at my hand, and I did too, and frowned."I'm fine just tired," I said with a small smile. She didn't believe me but nodded anyway.I had to call Dr. Sarah to know when I'll be going to the hospital.My lower belly hurt, and if I were to move, the contraction would get worse, so my best option was to sit tight and keep quiet.When the car stopped in front of Papa’s house, we stepped out.“Come on,” I muttered to Lola, reaching for her hand. “We’ll grab Nonna and her things and head to my home." "This is your home." Lola quipped back."Yes, but I also have a home now. My home." I retorted."Who's that woman?" Silvana asked as we crossed the security.But t

Chapter 93 Happy Birthday ~Sophia The field behind our mansion glowed with soft golden lights, lanterns swaying gently in the evening breeze. Long tables stretched across the grass, covered in white linen, candles flickering on each side.It wasn’t a grand affair, not the kind of party people expected from L’Angelo Dell Terrore. It was smaller, quieter, twenty people at most. Only close friends, loyal men, and family were invited.I had invited Lorenzo Bianchi but he had a serious business to attend to and wouldn't be able to make it.Everything was perfect.I stood near the edge of the field, watching them mingle and laugh at little talks.It was things like this that made normal people's lives easier and better.Today was L’Angelo’s birthday and my gift to him was more than anything money or power could buy.He would love it. I just know he would.I smoothed the front of my dress, trying to steady my breathing. Silvana caugh

Epilogue Four Years Later~Sophia"Stop running you little naughty girl!" I half yelled, running after my little daughter of four as she cackled like a witch, running after her Aunt Lola."Lola stop running, so she'll stop too. God! If I get both of you." I screamed.My feet hurt and the sand was too hot for me, but the two little naughty girls seemed to love the sand just fine.We were at our vacation house in Bora Bora, and Lola, who just turned eleven, thought it was fine to show Juliet, my little daughter, a chocolate pudding. One I clearly warned not to touch or eat."She didn't eat it, and besides, I was eating it myself until she came along," Lola yelled, afraid to stop so I wouldn't catch her."You'd better keep running forever," I said, and paused to breathe."Stop running and bring the kids inside, Sophia. Let them eat whatever they want." Mom scolded and rushed to pick up Juliet who ran to her, with her hands dirty and her m