All Chapters of My Godfather is my Soulmate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Alexa’s POVThe days that followed were a blur of quiet support from my mother and a persistent ache in my heart. She stayed with me in my apartment, her presence a comforting balm against the raw edges of my despair. She didn't push me to talk, but she was always there, a silent reassurance that I wasn't entirely alone.One afternoon, as I sat listlessly on the sofa, staring out at the city skyline that no longer held the promise of my future, my mother sat beside me, a thoughtful expression on her face."Alexa," she began softly, her voice gentle but firm. "You can't stay like this, I'm not okay with it."I turned to her, my eyes still heavy with unshed tears. "What else is there, Mom? My career is gone." I trailed off, the pain of their rejection still too raw to articulate fully.She took my hand, her touch grounding. "You're talented, Alexa. You have a sharp mind, and you worked hard to build your position at Bavarish Industries. That knowledge, that experience…it hasn't disappea

Alexa’s POVThe news about Don Antonio had sent a jolt of icy terror through me, eclipsing my own immediate problems. My father's anger, Claire's cruelty, losing my job – all of it paled in comparison to the horrifying image of Don Antonio lying injured, fighting for his life.A fierce urgency gripped me. I had to get to him. Miami felt a world away, but the thought of him being alone, hurt, fueled a desperate resolve. My mother, though worried, understood my need to be there. She helped me pack a small bag, her movements efficient and filled with a quiet determination to support me.My first practical step was booking a flight. I pulled out my credit card, the familiar platinum rectangle that had always been a symbol of my independence and security. I navigated the airline's website, selected the earliest flight to Miami, and entered my card details with a shaky hand.Then, the screen flashed red.Transaction Declined.A wave of confusion washed over me. There must be some mistake. I

Don Antonio’s POVDespite Dr. Ramirez’s protests, I decided to discharge myself, because the burning need to understand the attack outweighed the lingering pain in my shoulder. Xavier, ever vigilant, had arranged for discreet transportation.We arrived at the warehouse district under the cloak of pre-dawn gloom. The air hung heavy with the acrid smell of smoke and damp ash. As Xavier’s car pulled to a stop before my largest storage facility, the sight that greeted me stole my breath.Half of the sprawling structure was a blackened husk, the skeletal remains of steel beams reaching towards the bruised morning sky. Charred debris lay scattered like fallen giants, and the air still shimmered with residual heat. The stench of destruction was overwhelming, a physical manifestation of the violation I had endured.A grim silence settled in the car. Xavier’s face was a mask of controlled fury. I stared at the devastation, a cold dread gripping my heart. This wasn’t just a random act of violen

Alexa’s POVSarah’s small apartment had become an unexpected sanctuary. Her presence was a quiet comfort, a stark contrast to the storm raging within me. After a fitful night on her sofa, I woke to the smell of strong coffee and the gentle clinking of dishes.She offered me a tentative smile as I joined her in her tiny kitchen. "Morning," she said softly. "How are you feeling?""Numb," I admitted, the raw edges of the previous day still too tender to touch.She nodded understandingly. "I was thinking," she began, stirring her coffee thoughtfully, "about what you said last night. About wanting to start something new."The idea, first planted by my mother, felt distant now, a forgotten seed in barren soil. "It's impossible, Sarah," I said, the discouragement heavy in my voice. "I have no money. My father made sure of that.""But you have the talent, Alexa," Sarah countered, her gaze earnest. "You were brilliant at Bavarish Industries. You know the business inside and out. You could do i

Alexa’s POVAfter seeing that news article about Don Antonio, something just snapped in me. All that worry and feeling helpless just turned into pure anger. My dad had to be behind it somehow. Cutting me off, maybe even… maybe even more. I had to know. I had to face him.Sarah didn't want me to go. She kept saying I needed to calm down, that barging into his mansion wouldn't solve anything. She even offered to drive me herself in her beat-up old car, probably thinking her being there would somehow make things less crazy.But I wasn't listening. My head was just filled with this buzzing anger, this need to confront my father. Every mile Sarah drove felt like it was taking too long. I kept fidgeting in the passenger seat, my hands clenched."Alexa, please," Sarah said, her voice gentle but firm. "Just take a breath. What are you even going to say to him?""I'm going to ask him if he had anything to do with Don Antonio getting shot," I said, my voice tight. "And if he knows anything abou