All Chapters of My Godfather is my Soulmate: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Don Antonio’s POVThe plan was simple, and that was the part I loved the most. For the first time in my life, a grand gesture wasn't about power or an advantage; it was about love. I had spent weeks planning, making sure every detail was perfect. The idea had come to me one night as I watched Alexa sketch in our peaceful little studio. She was so happy there, but the space was still on our property, a reminder of the life we had left. I wanted to give her a place that was completely her own, a sanctuary that felt miles away from everything we had been.I told her we were going on a day trip, nothing more. She didn't ask questions, just packed a small bag and hummed a song as she got in the car. The drive was beautiful. We left the winding country roads of our home and headed north, towards the mountains. The landscape changed from rolling hills to towering trees and rocky cliffs, and the air grew cool and fresh. Alexa pointed out a hawk circling high above, and I watched her face, so

Don Antonio’s POV “I loved how demure your bachelor party was. It reminded me that aging makes all of us think and act differently, because I know you would have thrown a different kind of party a few years ago,” Xavier said while taking a drag from his cigarette“I agree with you. Age really does make us act differently most of the time.”The words themselves felt strange on my tongue and he was right. In my old life, it would have been a wild, extravagant affair—a hotel suite in Vegas, a private jet to Italy, a parade of guests and endless bottles of champagne. It would have been a show, a final hurrah of a life I was leaving behind. But that wasn't the man I was anymore, and that wasn't the life I wanted.I had told my closest friends to meet me at a quiet, unpretentious restaurant near our new home. It was a place with checkered tablecloths and the smell of wood-fired pizza. The only people I invited were a handful of men who had stood by me through the years, men who understood

Alexa’s POVThe first few months of our marriage were a blur of pure happiness. It felt like we were living in a beautiful, peaceful bubble, completely separate from the world we had left behind. The house, once so quiet, was now filled with the sound of our laughter, the clatter of a pan in the kitchen, and the happy barks of Winston, our scruffy mutt.I would wake up every morning to the sight of Antonio sleeping peacefully beside me, no longer haunted by the demons of his past. I would watch him from the kitchen window, a man who had once commanded an empire, now just a man, tending to his new garden with a quiet, patient joy. He would look up and see me watching, and a slow, beautiful smile would spread across his face.We spent our days in a peaceful rhythm. We would take Winston on long walks by the creek, sharing our hopes and dreams, and sometimes just walking in a comfortable silence. He would tell me about his ideas for my business, his sharp business mind now focused on bui

Don Antonio’s POV The next nine months were a time of waiting and a kind of quiet excitement I had never known. The world, with all its former demands and dangers, faded into the background. All that mattered was the new life growing inside Alexa and the incredible change it brought to both of us.I had been a man of action, a man who planned every move and expected a quick result. But a pregnancy taught me patience. It was a slow, beautiful journey with no shortcuts. I found myself humbled by it. I would attend every doctor’s appointment, my old suit and tie replaced with a comfortable sweater and jeans. I would sit there, my heart pounding, just waiting for the doctor to put that little wand on Alexa's stomach and show us the new life growing within her. I'd listen to the fast little heartbeat, and in that sound, I found more joy than I ever did in the roar of a crowd.I became a doting husband, attending to her every need with a tenderness that I never knew I was capable of. I wou

Don Antonio’s POVMy phone rang, a sharp, insistent sound that shattered the quiet of my peaceful afternoon. It was Alexa. Her voice was thin, and filled with a cold, controlled fear I hadn't heard in a very long time. I was instantly on high alert, immediately dropping the rake I was using to clear the garden and focusing my attention on her."Antonio… baby,” she said, her voice a small whisper. "I got one weird package that has your name on it. It is wrapped in black, and your name is written on it with a golden ink."A cold dread washed over me. I had seen this before. I had sent these messages before. This wasn't a warning; it was a declaration of war. I raced home, my mind a blur of old reflexes and new fears. I found her in her studio, holding a small box. Her hands were shaking. I took it from her, my heart pounding against my ribs.“Where is baby Alex?” I asked in a worried but sharp tone.“He is already sleeping. I didn't want him affected by any of this.”I frantically unwra