My Godfather is my Soulmate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Don Antonio's POVThe soft click of the hospital room door closing behind Alexa echoed in the sterile quiet of the hallway. I hadn't moved from my spot by the wall, the raw emotions from within the room still clinging to the air around me. I'd heard my Little Alexa's cutting question to Donald, witnessed his shattered reaction, and most importantly, I'd seen the subtle, devastating flicker in Alexa’s Mom eyes as she looked at her husband. That faint glow, that hint of lingering affection, was a gut punch. It complicated everything.My own anger, which had been simmering just beneath the surface, felt cold and distant compared to the heartbreak I knew Alexa was experiencing. She had gone in there seeking truth, seeking justice, and instead, she'd found a profound, unsettling confusion.Then, Alexa emerged. Her shoulders were slumped, and her usual fierce posture was replaced by a visible weariness that tugged at something deep inside me. Her eyes, when she finally looked up and met min

Alexa's POVThe demand still echoed in my ears, sharp and cruel: "You must leave Don Antonio." My mother's words had landed like a physical blow, stripping away my breath, leaving me stunned in the sterile hospital room. I stared at her, then at my father, a silent, baffled scream building in my throat. How could this be happening?The silence was suffocating, punctuated only by the frantic beat of my own heart. My mind reeled, trying to grasp the vileness of her ultimatum. Leave Don Antonio? The man who had been my protector, my ally, my solace through every dark moment? The man who had, in his own way, loved me and sought justice for her? And all for Donald, the man who had caused all this suffering, who had left her to rot?I was confused and angry about the condition my mother gave me. Confusion tangled with a searing rage. It wasn't just a choice; it felt like a betrayal. My mother was now turning against the one person who had truly stood by me. It was illogical, heartbreaking,

Alexa's POVThe blare of the horn, the screech of tires, the near-miss with the SUV – it was a brutal awakening. My legs still trembled on the curb, the metallic tang of fear in my mouth. I had almost gotten myself killed, so lost in the emotional wreckage of my mother's impossible ultimatum. Don Antonio's vacation offer, dismissed hours ago, now seemed like the only way out.I had called him right there, on the street, accepting his offer to escape. He'd said a car would be here in twenty minutes. Those twenty minutes felt like an eternity, each second amplifying the need to flee this city, this hospital, and the unbearable reality my mother had just forced upon me.The car arrived promptly, a sleek black vehicle that swallowed me whole. The drive back to Don Antonio's estate, usually a comforting return to a familiar haven, felt different. A heavy sense of foreboding settled over me as we pulled through the imposing gates.As the car glided up the long driveway, past the meticulousl

Don Antonio's POVThe office was quiet, save for the low hum of the air conditioning and the soft clink of ice in Xavier’s glass. He sat across from me, his expression calm, his eyes perceptive. I had just finished recounting the bewildering events at the hospital, Claire's incomprehensible decision, and Alexa's desperate flight. I'd laid bare my own confusion, my re-evaluation of love, and the gnawing anxiety that Alexa's departure wasn't a retreat to peace, but an escape from a deeper wound.Xavier had listened patiently, his silence more attentive than any interruption. When I finished, he didn't offer immediate solutions or condemnations. Instead, he spoke with a quiet wisdom that, while insightful, left me with an unsettling feeling.He spoke of the complexities of how love could defy logic, surviving even the most obvious betrayals. He argued that for some, the familiarity of a shared history, even a painful one, could be a stronger pull than the promise of a new, unknown future

Alexa's POVI woke up in Andrew's unfamiliar arms, the brief, intense distraction of the night before doing little to fill the cavernous emptiness in my chest. If anything, it only amplified the gnawing ache of Don Antonio's absence and the impossible dilemma my mother had thrust upon me. Sarah was already awake, sipping tea in her hotel room. She gave me a knowing, sympathetic look but didn't press for details, for which I was eternally grateful. The weight of my choices, of my shattered life, felt heavier than ever. The club night had offered only a temporary reprieve, and now the harsh light of day made everything seem even more bleak.I was curled on Sarah's bed, nursing a lukewarm mug of tea, trying to drown out the swirling thoughts in my head when my phone vibrated. I glanced at the screen, and my breath hitched. It was a message from a number I hadn't seen in days, one I had desperately hoped wouldn't contact me so soon. My stomach clenched. Even the sight of her name, or ra