The Devil Has Feelings Too のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 106

Azzura"Adriano is the father of my child!" The woman, who introduced herself as Genesis, Genie for short shrieked, her voice echoing through the usually quiet morning air of our home. "He slept with me four months ago! He even gave me his card!"I watched, my blood pressure steadily rising with each of her fabricated claims. Four months ago? I knew exactly where Adriano was four months ago. He was with me.The audacity of this woman, standing in my living room, spewing such blatant lies, was almost comical if it weren't so infuriating.Adriano's business card, which Genie proudly brandished, was indeed real. That, however, was the only shred of truth in her entire performance. The calmness I desperately clung to, was rapidly slipping. One more lie, one more outrageous accusation, and I was going to lose it. I could practically feel my hands itching to wrap around her throat.Suddenly, Andrea, woken by the commotion, appeared, her eyes blazing. Unlike me, her patience had clearly evap

AdrianoThe pieces were finally clicking into place, forming a terrifying picture I hadn’t wanted to acknowledge. A cold dread seeped into my bones, a feeling of something deeply wrong.Could it be? After all this time? The rhetorical question hung in the air. My twin. I’d spent years convinced he was dead, a ghost haunting the darkest corners of my memory. But the impossible had a way of becoming terrifyingly real in my life.I looked at Azzurra, her wide, disbelieving eyes fixed on mine. “It was him,” I stated, the conviction in my voice growing with every racing beat of my heart. “It had to be Riccardo”Her face became filled with confusion. “Riccardo? Who the hell is Riccardo?” The question was hesitant, as if she was in disbelief.“That’s the problem, Azzurra. That’s who he is. My twin brother.” I pulled her closer, my gaze searching hers, wanting her to understand the gravity of what I was about to reveal. “My father… he told me he died years ago. A car accident, he said. But I

AZZURRAThe silence in the living room was a living thing, pressing in on me, heavy and suffocating. Twenty minutes. He had said twenty minutes. And with each passing second, the air grew colder, the dread in my stomach a churning, icy knot.I paced, a frantic, caged animal. Back and forth, back and forth, my bare feet silent on the polished marble. My hands were clasped over my belly. Our baby. The words echoed in my mind, a fragile, beautiful hope in the face of this absolute nightmare. Adriano was out there, walking into a trap, alone, for our family. For us."He'll call. He has to call," I muttered to myself. My eyes kept darting to my phone, lying uselessly on the coffee table. No ring. No vibration. Nothing.Andrea sat slumped in one of the armchairs, her face buried in her hands, soft, broken sobs shaking her small frame. I couldn't blame her. How could I? Her mother, Luna, was out there, captured by a ghost. Her second older brother, Riccardo, a man she thought was dead, was t