Secret Wife Of The Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

The evening sky bled into soft hues of lavender and gold as the city lights of Milan flickered awake.Inside the Amato estate, the world was still and quiet — save for the faint sound of a wine cork popping in the kitchen.Antonia leaned against the marble counter, her heels already kicked off, her body humming with exhaustion.It had been a long day. Her first full day working side by side with Alessandro — full of whispered glares, tight smiles, and an unspoken war with women who hated her without knowing her.Yet somehow, despite it all... she felt alive.Footsteps approached. Heavy. Familiar. Safe.Alessandro appeared, still in his shirt and vest, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. His dark hair was slightly tousled, as though he'd raked his fingers through it one too many times.He held two glasses of wine."For surviving," he said with a wry smile, handing one to her.Antonia smiled tiredly, accepting it.Their fingers brushed.A spark ran between them — small, electric."Th

The morning sun filtered weakly through the grand windows of the estate, but inside the house, the atmosphere was thick, heavy — as if even the light was afraid to linger too long.Alessandro stood in the foyer, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his dark tailored trousers, watching as the twins, Matteo and Antonio, sat slumped on the bottom step of the staircase, backpacks at their feet. They were already dressed for school — navy uniforms neat, hair combed carefully — but their usual chatter was missing. Their small faces were pinched in confusion.Antonio’s voice broke the silence."Papa... why can’t we go?" he asked, his tone unusually timid.Alessandro knelt down in front of them, his heart cracking open at the sight of their disappointment. His hand, steady and warm, found Antonio’s shoulder. He squeezed gently, then reached for Matteo too, pulling them both closer."There was... an unexpected delivery this morning," he said carefully, choosing every word as if it were a st

The ride was supposed to be safe.Silent, secure — a simple drive to the villa where Alessandro had promised protection awaited them.Antonia sat in the backseat, one twin pressed against each of her sides. Matteo clutched her hand tightly, while Antonio quietly hummed under his breath, a nervous habit he hadn’t outgrown.The countryside blurred past the windows in smears of green and gold, the sun low in the sky.For a moment, Antonia allowed herself to believe they were safe.Until she heard the soft, mechanical click.The doors locked.Antonia stiffened immediately.She leaned forward, her voice calm but sharp."Driver," she said, forcing herself to stay composed, "why did you lock the doors?"There was no answer.The man behind the wheel stared ahead, his knuckles tightening around the steering wheel.Antonia’s heartbeat quickened."Driver," she repeated, firmer this time. "Open the doors. Now."Still nothing.Matteo tugged at her sleeve, his voice small and scared."Mamma... what

The sterile white walls of the hospital closed in around Alessandro, thick with the smell of antiseptic and heartbreak.Antonia sat hunched by the twins' beds, cradling their little hands in hers, her body rigid with grief and anger.She hadn't looked at him once since the doctor left. Not even when he whispered her name. Not even when he begged.He stood there like a ghost, unable to reach her, trapped in the wreckage of everything he had destroyed.Then the door creaked open."Antonia... Alessandro..."Federico's voice, smooth and heavy with false concern, filled the room.He stepped inside, his expensive shoes clicking softly against the floor, a somber expression carefully plastered onto his face.Antonia looked up first.Her swollen eyes met Federico’s, searching, pleading for something Alessandro couldn’t give her anymore: comfort. Trust. Safety.Federico crossed the room in a few easy strides, kneeling beside her."Dio mio..." he whispered, brushing a fake tear from the corner

The hospital room was quiet except for the faint beeping of machines and the steady drip of an IV. Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a soft glow on the pale blue walls. Antonia sat on the edge of the bed, her hands trembling slightly as she held the small hearing aid between her fingers. It was so delicate, so impossibly small — and yet it held the potential to change Antonio's entire world.Antonio, her brave little boy, sat across from her in a child-sized chair, his legs swinging nervously. His dark curls fell across his forehead, and his brown eyes — mirrors of Alessandro’s — were wide with anticipation and fear. Matteo sat next to him, bouncing slightly, excitement practically vibrating from his small frame.The doctor, a kind-faced woman with graying hair tied in a bun, smiled reassuringly."Are you ready, Antonio?" she asked gently, kneeling to his level.Antonio glanced at his mother first. Antonia smiled through the tears brimming in her eyes and nodded."I'm rig