Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Don’s Mysterious Nanny : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Three weeks.For three weeks, Alessandro had been courting me like we were dating instead of married.Breakfast in bed every morning, delivered with fresh flowers and that devastating smile.Dinner reservations at restaurants I’d mentioned wanting to try.Small gifts that showed he’d been paying attention to things I’d said weeks ago.A book by an author I’d loved.Tea from the shop where I’d bought my favorite blend.Earrings that matched a dress he’d seen me admire in a boutique window.All of it was designed to show me I mattered.That he was sorry.That he wanted to earn back my trust.I’d forgiven him days ago, if I were honest.The moment I’d seen him with Aria that morning, when she’d asked if we loved each other and he’d answered without hesitation.When he’d been gentle with my hurt instead of defensive about his secrets.When he’d given me space to process while making it clear he wasn’t giving up.But I wasn’t ready to let him off the hook completely.Alessandro De Luca was

The past two weeks had been a dream I never wanted to wake up from.Alessandro had transformed into the most attentive husband imaginable.Fresh flowers appeared in every room of the penthouse daily.Breakfast in bed had become our morning ritual, complete with handwritten notes telling me how beautiful I looked even with bedhead.He’d canceled business meetings to take me shopping for a new wedding dress.Not because the first one hadn’t been perfect, but because he wanted me to have something chosen purely for joy.“This time,” he’d said, holding my hand as we walked through Rome’s most exclusive bridal boutiques, “I want you to feel like the princess you are.”Princess treatment.That’s what Giulia had called it when I’d finally told her everything.“You look like a woman who’s been thoroughly spoiled,” she’d said, studying my face across her desk at the gallery.“Is it that obvious?”“You’re glowing. Actually glowing. Like you’ve been lit from the inside.”I’d told her about Aless

The dream felt too real.Too vivid.Too much like a memory instead of imagination.Alessandro’s face twisted with betrayal and rage.His voice cold as winter when he’d pointed toward the door.“Get out. I never want to see you again.”And me, standing there with tears streaming down my face, trying to explain something I couldn’t even remember.Trying to make him understand why I’d—What had I done?In the dream, I knew exactly what I’d done wrong.But now, jerking awake in our bed, the details scattered like smoke.All that remained was the crushing weight of guilt and the echo of Alessandro’s voice telling me to leave.“Victoria?”Alessandro’s real voice, warm and concerned, pulled me back to the present.His arm tightened around my waist, pulling me closer to his warmth.“What’s wrong? You’re shaking.”I was shaking.My whole body was trembling like I was cold, even though the bedroom was perfectly warm.“Bad dream,” I managed.“About what?”I turned in his arms, needing to see his

The past two weeks had been a study in frustration.Every night before bed, I’d sit quietly and try to summon the memories Alessandro had told me about.Try to remember being Vanessa.Try to recall loving him before.Try to access any fragment of the life I’d apparently lived as his daughter’s nanny.Nothing.My mind remained stubbornly blank whenever I reached for those lost years.Like trying to grab smoke with bare hands.But in other ways, everything was becoming clearer.Stronger.More certain.My relationship with Alessandro had deepened since our conversation.Knowing we’d loved each other before, even if I couldn’t remember it, had removed some invisible barrier between us.We moved through our days with an ease that felt both new and ancient.Like we were remembering a dance we’d once known by heart.And Aria.My connection to Aria had become something beyond explanation.She’d started coming to me with scraped knees and bad dreams.Seeking comfort from “Mama” with the absolu

The photographs arrived every week like clockwork.Alessandro is leaving his penthouse in the morning.Victoria is walking to her new gallery.The three of them are together at restaurants, parks, and family outings.Looking like the perfect happy family.Looking like everything I’d lost.Everything that should have been mine.I spread the latest batch across my desk in the Palermo villa, studying each image with the intensity of a forensic analyst.Alessandro’s hand on Victoria’s back as he helped her from the car.Victoria was laughing at something Aria had said.The way Alessandro looked at her when he thought no one was watching.Like she was his entire world.The same way he’d never looked at me.Not once in three years of marriage.“Anything useful?” Carlos asked from the doorway.“Define useful.”“Something we can exploit.”I picked up a photo of Victoria at her gallery opening.Radiant in a midnight blue dress, surrounded by admirers.Looking like a woman who had everything sh