Semua Bab Behind Him: Bab 41 - Bab 50

“Where is he?” Louelita’s voice trembled slightly as she stepped inside the orphanage. Her heart pounded against her chest, a mix of excitement, fear, and longing flooding through her veins.Sister Faith’s warm eyes softened as she looked at the young woman in front of her. “He’s in his room, just as always. He barely speaks. He doesn't even play with the other children.”Louelita’s grip on Ezra’s hand tightened.She already knew. Ezra had told her everything.Her little brother—the only family she had left—had shut himself away from the world. He was only two years old, yet already broken in ways that no child should ever be and their parents did this just like what she experienced before. Her heart clenched painfully.“He’ll be okay,” Ezra murmured beside her, his voice firm and reassuring. “You’re here now.”Louelita turned to him, searching his piercing blue eyes for strength. As always, she found it there. Unwavering. Solid. She nodded.Then she took a deep breath, trying to ste

“Ezra… What have I done?” Louelita’s voice was hoarse from crying, her throat raw from the sobs she had been holding in for hours. Her hands trembled as she clutched Ezra’s arm, her nails digging into his skin as though anchoring herself to him would stop the world from crashing down around her.Ezra, unfazed by the panic in her voice, simply cupped her face with both hands, his thumbs gently wiping the tears that streamed down her cheeks. His sharp blue eyes, usually cold and calculating, softened as he looked at her.“You did what was right, Vita Mia.” His voice was steady, full of certainty. “And now, it’s my turn to take care of everything.”Louelita shook her head, fresh tears spilling onto his fingers. “But… but Ezra, you don’t understand! I didn’t just expose corrupt politicians in the Philippines—I handed over files that could bring down entire governments! Illegal arms trades, human trafficking routes, drug syndicates… I connected the dots, and now those bastards know I’m the

As Ezra entered the room after sending orders to his men, his bulk crossed over the threshold, and in one moment, Louelita was in Ezra’s enormous arms; he wrapped her up easily and tightly. The wedding just ended, but their honeymoon wasn’t.“Is everything okay now?” Louelita whispered, but Ezra didn’t answer; instead, her mouth was sealed by Ezra’s. His mouth was hot, and she had to taste him, the tip of her tongue dancing along the ridge of his bottom lip. Louelita kissed Ezra back. Their hands never stopped touching the other’s skin and their lips never parted until they found themselves at the foot of their large king-size bed.“Fuck, I have some catching up to do,” Ezra muttered, looking straight into Louelita’s eyes.He let her go to undress, and she sat, still in the towel, demurely, as if she wasn’t about to be naked with her husband. His shirt came off, his arms were as thick as she always saw, his chest as wide as it looked, and the curves of every muscle in his six-pack

“Ezra, wake up!” Louelita's urgent whisper pierced the tranquil darkness of their bedroom. Ezra stirred, his eyes fluttering open to find her sitting upright beside him, her silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of the moon filtering through the sheer curtains.“What's wrong, Vita Mia?” He murmured, concern evident in his voice as he reached out to gently touch her arm. She sighed, her gaze distant. “I can't stop thinking about Louie. It's been a week since we've seen him. I miss him so much.”Ezra sat up, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. “I understand. I miss him too. But he’ll be thrilled to see us tomorrow. The Alessio siblings have been sending updates; he's in good hands.”Louelita nodded, leaning into his embrace. “I know. It's just... this is the longest we’ve been apart.”He pressed a kiss to her temple. “Let’s get some rest. Tomorrow, we'll be reunited as a family.“The next morning, the sun cast a golden hue over the private island. The gentle

“Ezra, you need to stop this,” Omar said, his voice firm yet tinged with concern. The early morning sunlight crept through the grimy windows of Ezra's apartment as if hesitant to illuminate the chaos within. Empty bottles lay scattered over surfaces, remnants of countless nights spent seeking solace in alcohol, a temporary escape from the unbearable reality of Louelita’s absence.“I can’t, Omar,” Ezra replied, his voice hoarse and heavy with despair. He sat hunched over the kitchen table, his unkempt hair falling into his eyes as he stared at the chipped wood beneath him. “I have to find her. I can’t just sit here and let them tell me she’s gone.”“People are starting to worry, man. The Velleotti’s are on the verge of collapse. You’re the boss; you need to step up. We need you,” Elio chimed in, his tone a blend of urgency and frustration. He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed across his chest, clearly disturbed by the state his friend was in.Ezra looked up at his friends, their