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Alina’s POVMy heart did a somersault before sinking straight into my stomach.“What… are you talking about?” I gasped out, my voice barely holding together.“Oh, sorry,” Nikita grinned as she unwound her hand from my throat.A rush of air flooded my lungs, and I gasped sharply as I inhaled, my chest rising and falling uncontrollably.“Alina!” Valentino’s voice rang out from where he was.When my breathing finally steadied, I turned my attention to Nana, who was already sobbing in Julius’s embrace.“Na…” The word died in my throat, heavy and painful.“Is this true? Sei davvero una spia (are you really a spy)?”She could not even look at me the way she used to. Instead, she broke into loud, uncontrollable sobs.“What kind of stupid question is that?” Nikita snapped sharply.“If she is not a spy, how is it possible she knows everything about you just by reading your palm, even down to the last time you had sex? Or do you think it was all a coincidence that you almost hit her that day? I

Valentino’s POVI stayed there, frozen, staring at him as everything inside me twisted in a way I could not control.The man who betrayed me, the man who saved me, my fratello (brother), lying lifeless in my arms like all the years between us meant nothing and everything at the same time.A sharp pain cut through my chest, deeper than anything physical, something raw and unbearable.Slowly, I reached out and closed his eyes, my fingers lingering for a second longer than necessary before I leaned down and pressed a firm kiss to his forehead.“Riposa in pace (rest in peace),” I murmured quietly.Then I rose to my feet.And whatever part of me that could still feel mercy stayed behind with him on that cold ground.When I turned back, there was nothing human left in me.Only rage.Dante had already forced Bianca to her knees, her weapon kicked far out of reach, but even like that, she still held her chin high, her eyes burning with defiance as if she refused to accept defeat.I walked tow

~Alina’s POV~It had been six months since the war.Since… Valentino’s death.Six long, unbearable months, and yet it still felt like it had all happened yesterday.The memory refused to fade. It lived in me, sharp and relentless, like time had never moved at all.Some nights I still felt the warmth of his blood on my hands, still heard the way my name broke from his lips, still saw the exact moment the light in his eyes disappeared while I held him and begged him not to leave me.A tight ache gripped my chest, and I inhaled slowly, but it did nothing to ease the pressure building inside me.I remembered the weight of his body in my arms, how heavy he had become as life slipped out of him, how my voice kept shaking as I called his name over and over again like I could pull him back just by refusing to stop.I remembered the silence that followed, the kind of silence that did not just fill the air but settled deep into your bones and stayed there.My fingers curled slightly against my

~Alina’s POV~The car slowed to a stop just outside the private terminal.Giulia had arranged everything carefully, making sure we avoided drawing unnecessary attention and unnecessary eyes to ourselves.My hand rested on my stomach as I stepped out, pulling my coat tighter around me.The cold Toronto air brushed against my face, harsh and biting, like it was trying to hold me back one last time.Giulia stepped out after me, Ivana holding tightly onto her hand, while Farah, Valentino’s mother, stood close beside them.They had insisted on coming even when I told them not to, even when I told them this had to be discreet.I adjusted the scarf around my head slightly, making sure my face remained hidden.No one looking at me now would think I was once tied to one of the most powerful men in Italy.That was the point.“Alina…” Giulia called softly, already looking like she was holding back tears.I turned to her fully with a tired smile on my face.“It’s okay,” I said gently. “You don’t

VALENTINO’S POVSeeing my wife again after six months of faking my death did something to me I could not control.For six months, I had lived with the weight of that decision.For six months, I stayed away, watched from a distance, made sure she was safe, but never allowed myself to reach for her.But nothing prepared me for this.Nothing prepared me for seeing her standing in front of me with our child growing inside her.My chest tightened, my throat burned, and before I even realized it, tears were already falling.She looked at me like she was seeing a ghost.Her lips parted, her whole body trembling as her eyes searched my face in disbelief.“Valentino… no…” she croaked, her voice breaking.“No… this is not real…”It hit me hard, the fear in her voice, the confusion, the pain.I forced a small smile even though my chest felt like it was being crushed.“Moglie mia,” I said softly. “It’s me.”She took a step closer, then another, like she was afraid I would disappear if she moved t