Semua Bab 31 DAYS WITH HER BILLIONAIRE MAFIA DADDY : Bab 61 - Bab 70

I sat on the purple velvet rug, crying helplessly on the edge of the bed. My pale skin was stained with Vince’s blood, his last words plastered in my frail heart. The room was silent, my sobs echoing. My Vince had been humiliated, beaten, and stripped of his title... And here I was, crying in the home of the very man who had perpetrated the downfall. My fingers clutched the sheets, as if they could hold me together while I shattered. How much pain could I bear? I didn't even know where Luca was, if he was okay, if he was dead. I hadn't heard from my family either. Mad with agony, I moved off the bed in search of a blade to take my own life. I was tired of living, breathing, and hurting. As I made haste for the mahogany wardrobe, the door creaked open. I didn't have to turn over to know it was Ceaser. I knew it was him by the sound of his footsteps—that sound would forever give me nightmares. His boots thudded softly on the rug as he came closer and closer... “Jessica,” he

I stood in the middle of the room, frozen like an ice sculpture. The air was sucked from my lungs. My fingers trembled by my sides. Luca... had a wife? And a son? How was that even possible? He'd given no hint, no clue that he was involved with another woman, let alone married and with a son. My eyes rested on the little boy clinging to the doorway, blinking up at me with wide blue eyes—Luca’s eyes. His hair curled at the edges like Luca’s did when he let it grow. His chin, his expression... it was all him. I couldn’t look away; it felt like watching a mini Luca. My heart battered in my chest. “Say hello, Marco,” Selene suddenly said softly. She went to her son and placed a gentle hand on the boy’s shoulder. Marco gave a shy wave. I couldn't return the gesture. My hands felt numb, just like the rest of my body. I could only hear the loud drumming of my pulse. "I never knew..." I shook my head; my words trailed off. Caesar walked across the room and stopped close to S

I left the library with shaky legs, a skittering heart, and a clouded mind. There was a way out of this. I could get out of this cage... I could see Vince again. I just needed to be smart and quick. I could do this. I just needed a little help getting out. I made my way through the servants’ hallway, past the kitchen, until I found a narrow staircase that led to the lower wing—the maid’s quarters. I walked past rows of small wooden doors until I found one that was slightly ajar. I peeped in and found an elderly woman with silver hair tied into a neat bun; she was folding freshly laundered linens. Her face was worn but kind, she looked welcoming and I was immediately drawn to her. She straightened up as soon as she spotted me by the door. She didn't appear surprised; she just smiled instead. "My lady. What brings you to the maid quarters?" she asked. I entered slowly, looking around her room. It was neat and smelled of herbs. "I'm in need of help," I told her. She p

~~VINCENZO~~ The morning sun caught my vision. I squinted into the ray of sunlight, warmth surging through me. For a moment, I forgot where I was. Then I turned over, and when I saw her, I remembered everything. I remembered the night before. Jessica. My Jessica. Mi Cara. My baby girl. She lay on her side, her beautiful freckled face to me. Her silk robe accentuated the curve of her hip, her milky flesh exposed beneath the white sheets. Her hair spilled across the pillow like brown silk, catching the sunlight in its strands. Her breathing was steady, slow. Peaceful. Just how I wanted. She was angelic in the morning light—too delicate. Like something you could look at but never touch. But I had touched her. Tasted her too many times. Held onto her as if she was the only thing tethering me to this world. And maybe she was. I leaned in to brush a kiss against her temple, careful not to wake her up. She needed more hours of sleep. I pulled myself from the bed and went into the bathr

~~LUCA~~ There was an after-party in The Cross Mansion. It was nothing short of a feast. Half of the la familia were present. Selene sat next to me as I ate with Vince and my grandmother. Marco was running around with two other kids. It was like the night Vince was crowned Re; the memory was still fresh. Almost everyone's attention was on me, but my attention was someone else. Jessica. She stood across the room, her eyes on me with a glass of wine in her hand. She raised it in a silent toast, her eyes were unreadable. She turned and walked away without a word. A hollow ache settled in my chest. Why did I get the feeling I’d lost her? Did I ever even have her? "It's been a long day," Mother Cross said, rising from the table. "I'll be retiring to my room. Age is telling in my bones," she joked. A round of chuckles filled the room. Vince got up too. "We should all go to bed too. It’s been an eventful night." He gave me a curt nod and walked away with our grandmother. A menta