Semua Bab The Devil Has Feelings Too : Bab 81 - Bab 90

AzzurraI thought I was strong, but I nearly broke watching him like that.Adriano lay on the bed, pale and still. The doctor had done what he could, but it wasn’t enough. His breathing was thin, like air didn’t want to stay in his lungs.His body was burning up now, the poison fighting back harder, and I sat there like some useless statue, holding his hand with all the love I had and still feeling like it wasn’t enough.No one could understand. No one could feel what I felt.He wasn’t just a man to me anymore.He was mine, and I was terrified.I didn’t let anyone touch him. Not the maids, not the guards, and not even Luna Vienna, though she tried. I pushed her away gently but firmly when she came back with another wet cloth to cool his forehead.“I’ll do it,” I said.Her eyes met mine, cold but knowing. She didn’t argue. She just stepped back.I felt like a mother hen. Vicious, fierce, and broken all at once.I wasn’t leaving him, not for a minute, but he was slipping through my fing

AzzurraThe house was quiet. Adriano was awake, yes. Breathing, and alive but the air still carried a heaviness none of us could ignore.The worst part? We still didn’t know who the hell had poisoned him.The fever had finally broken. He was pale and weak, but he could speak again. He could open his eyes without wincing. And still, it wasn’t enough. Not for me. Not when the danger hadn’t passed. Not when someone had walked through the same halls, worn the same uniform, and served the same meals, only to try and kill him from the inside out.And they were still out there.I didn’t trust anyone anymore.Not the maids. Not the guards. Not even the ones I had smiled at a hundred times.Every sound, every step, every knock, every whisper outside the door sent my heart racing. I kept expecting someone to barge in and finish what they started.Luna Vienna wasn’t taking chances either. She doubled the number of guards in the house. All sharp-eyed and tight-lipped. She claimed it was for Adria

AzzurraThe familiar scent of my neighborhood hit me the moment I stepped out of the cab: a mix of exhaust fumes, street food, and the damp earth after a light rain but something was off.Usually, by this time of day, the streets would be buzzing with the shouts of kids playing, the distant sound of music from a neighbor’s window, and the general noisy life of this part ofthe city. Today? Silence. An kind of quiet that made the hairs on my arms stand up.“What the hell?” I muttered to myself, my hand instinctively going to the small knife I always kept tucked into my boot. The unease kept growing with every step I took towards our house. It's only when something was really, really wrong that it could be this quiet.As I got closer, a knot tightened in my stomach. The front door was ajar, swinging slightly in the breeze, and one of the windows was shattered, a jagged hole staring out like a missing eye. Panic flared, hot and sharp. I broke into a run, my heart hammering against my ribs

AzzurraThe next morning, I woke up in my new, ridiculously soft bed, the sunlight streaming through the freshly cleaned window. It felt unreal. My childhood home, the place that had always been a source of stress and worry, now felt… peaceful. Sofia was already up, humming as she made coffee in the brand-new kitchen. Valerian was laughing, at something on a new phone I hadn’t even known was part of the package.Papa was actually sitting at the new dining table, poring over a business plan that looked surprisingly legitimate.It was all Adriano. The thought settled in my chest, a complex tangle of emotions. Relief, gratitude, yes, but also a little frustration. He hadn’t asked. He had just done it. That was so him, arrogant, controlling, and utterly magnificent. He’d gone behind my back, violated my sense of independence, and yet… he’d given my family their lives back. He’d given me a future free from this crushing weight.I needed to see him. I needed to yell at him, thank him, hit

AzzurraPanic! Pure, unadulterated panic exploded in the room like a bomb. One second, Adriano and Leonardo were all serious and brooding about some traitor, the next, Andrea was yelling about her water breaking. It was a scene straight out of a really bad comedy, except nobody was laughing. Well, not yet, anyway."My water!" Andrea shrieked again, pointing a shaky finger at the darkening stain on the fancy rug. Her face was a brilliant shade of green, and her eyes were wider than saucers. She looked like she was about to faint, or throw up, or both.Adriano, bless his usually calm, collected heart, looked like a deer caught in headlights. His mouth was hanging open, and he was just staring at the rug, then at Andrea, then back at the rug. He looked genuinely baffled, as if Andrea had just announced she'd spontaneously combusted. Leonardo, on the other hand, went from worried husband to full-blown lunatic in about three seconds flat."What do you mean, your water broke?!" Leonardo ye