Semua Bab My Godfather is my Soulmate: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Alexa’s POVI woke up slowly, and for a few seconds, I didn't know where I was. My head was pounding, and everything felt fuzzy. There was a weird smell in the air, like metal and something sweet.Then it all came back in a rush. Claire's angry face, the speeding car, the feeling of losing control, the loud crash…My eyes fluttered open, and I saw that I was still in the car. Everything was sideways. The windshield was cracked, and the airbags had gone off, all puffy and white. My chest felt tight, and my head throbbed with every tiny movement.I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my leg. I groaned and fell back against the seat. My hands were still tied together with the zip ties, digging into my wrists.Looking around, I could see we had crashed into some trees. The car was all smashed up. I didn't see Claire or the security guy. Maybe they had gotten out? Or maybe…A wave of tiredness washed over me. Not just sleepy tired, but a deep, bone-weary kind of tired. Tired of

Don Antonio's POVWe were driving, heading towards the city. I was going over the plans for Bavarish Industries in my head, feeling a grim satisfaction. This was how we'd hit Donald, how we'd get his attention, and maybe, just maybe, find Alexa. Xavier was quiet in the passenger seat, tapping on his phone.Suddenly, he stopped tapping. He looked up, and his face went completely white. The color just drained right out of it. He looked like he’d seen a ghost."Xavier? What is it?" I asked, a cold dread twisting in my stomach. Something about the way he looked, that sudden fear in his eyes, told me it was bad. It was about Alexa. I knew it.He slowly turned the phone so I could see the screen. It was a news website. The headline was in a language I didn't recognize, but there was a picture. A picture of a wrecked car, smashed into some trees on the side of a road. And even though it was blurry, I knew that car. It was Claire's.My heart seized in my chest. "What happened?" I demanded, my

Alexa's POVI woke up the next morning feeling oddly clear-headed, despite everything. My leg still throbbed, but the deep, bone-weary exhaustion from the hospital and the crash had lessened. Lying there in Don Antonio's bed, listening to the sounds of his villa, a different kind of feeling started to settle in my chest: resentment.It was all my father's fault. He locked me up. He sent Claire to kill me. He tried to ruin Don Antonio. He took everything from me, my supposed freedom, my peace. He had left me with nothing but pain, all because I dared to love someone he didn't approve of.Don Antonio was still asleep beside me, his arm resting lightly over my waist. He looked so peaceful, even with the sling on his shoulder. My heart ached for him, for what he'd lost. But then the anger boiled up again. This wouldn't have happened if my father hadn't been so obsessed with control.I carefully slipped out of bed, wincing as I put weight on my injured leg. I hobbled over to the window and

Alexa's POVThe last few days had been a whirlwind of meetings and planning. Don Antonio and Xavier were deep in their work, hitting my father's businesses hard. Every report Xavier gave, every news article we saw about Bavarish Industries having "technical difficulties" or "unexpected supply chain issues," filled me with a cold, sharp satisfaction. This was it. This was the revenge.But then, my mother's words from our meeting kept coming back to me, playing over and over in my head like a broken record. "That's your father's life's work. You can't destroy it." And then, the one that truly cut deep: "Your future. Don't throw it away on revenge."I sat in Don Antonio's study, surrounded by their charts and screens, but my mind was miles away. My leg still hurt, a constant reminder of everything, but now the pain in my head wasn't from the crash; it was from this terrible dilemma.On one side, there was the burning need for justice. My father had truly taken everything from me. My home

Don Antonio's POVThe morning light filtering through the study windows felt cold and unwelcoming. I hadn't slept, not really. My mind had been replaying Alexa's troubled face, her whispered confession about her mother's plea. I knew this choice weighed heavily on her. I knew the conflict she felt.Xavier was there, as always, quiet and efficient, bringing me coffee. He probably sensed my mood. After a restless night, I had hoped she would come to me, ready to affirm her choice, ready to fight by my side.But she didn't.Instead, a call came through from Sarah. I answered, bracing myself."Don Antonio," Sarah's voice was tight, sounding a mix of worried and apologetic. "Alexa... she's here. She came to my place last night."My jaw clenched. Here. Not with me."And her decision?" I asked, my voice flat, already knowing the answer.A pause. "She... she needs time, Don Antonio. She's really struggling. She drank a lot last night. She just needed to escape."Escape. The word hit me like a