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“No... I love you, doll. I love you so much,” he said, his voice cracking as his heart finally reached its breaking point. He could endure a war, he could endure a bullet, but he could not bear this—being away from his life, his light, and seeing her soul shatter in front of him.Without waiting for her to resist again, he took a single, long stride and hauled her into his arms. For a heartbeat, she stiffened, but then the walls came crumbling down. She leaned into his protective warmth, her fingers clutching his shirt into tight fists as she wept against his chest.He buried his face in her hair, inhaling her familiar scent as a long, shaky sigh escaped him. He began to caress her head, his touch gentle and grounding. “Enough, doll. Please. You’ll have a terrible headache if you cry any more.”A small, watery smile touched her lips, even though her eyes were still brimming with tears. He knew her so well—better than she knew herself.“You’re very bad, husband,” she murmured, her voice

“What’s wrong, doll?” he asked, still not fully registering the shift.“Ah! The pain... it’s started!” she cried out, clutching her stomach as the first real contraction hit her.Cristiano’s eyes widened in a sudden flash of realization. The heat of the moment vanished, replaced by a sharp, focused adrenaline. He snatched his shirt from the floor, throwing it on without bothering with the buttons, and scooped Siena into his arms. He hurried down the stairs, his voice thundering through the quiet halls of the villa.“Mother! Grandmother! It’s time! We need to go to the hospital now!”Soraya’s door flew open, and Vittorio emerged behind her, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. One look at Siena’s pained expression and Cristiano’s frantic face told Soraya everything she needed to know. She turned to Vittorio, quickly explaining the situation. Without a word of protest, the powerful head of the Famiglia grabbed his shirt, pulling it on over his pajama bottoms as he raced downstairs to g

Five years had transformed their world. Tonight, the air in Paris was electric, the grand stadium brimming with energy and excitement as the famous band The Fireflies prepared to take the stage. The event was a total sell-out, but in the heavily guarded VIP section, the combined power of the Costa and Vitelli families drew almost as much attention as the stage itself.Siena stood behind the curtain, her heart racing. After the birth of her eldest son, Lorenzo, she had slowly returned to her first love: music. Two years later, the family had grown again with the arrival of their twin daughters, Aria and Amara.Cristiano had been over the moon; he had wished for one daughter, and his wife had given him two. He couldn't have asked for more. But Siena hadn't stopped practicing this time, even during her pregnancy. Though she took a brief break after delivering the twins, she resumed shortly after with the encouragement of her mother-in-law. Soraya had ensured the children were pampered, gi