บททั้งหมดของ The Don’s Mysterious Nanny : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Six-fifteen couldn't come fast enough.And also couldn't come slow enough.I'd changed my outfit three times before settling on a simple black dress.Professional but not too formal.Pretty but not trying too hard.At least, that's what I hoped.My hands shook as I touched up my lipstick for the fourth time.I still couldn't believe I'd said yes.Couldn't believe that a simple "ok" had led to this moment.I was standing in front of my gallery mirror, wondering if I was making the biggest mistake of my life.Or the best decision.The gallery felt too quiet as I waited.Every minute stretches like an hour.What if he changed his mind?What if My's coldness had finally convinced him I wasn't worth the effort?What if,The soft chime of the door interrupted my spiraling thoughts.Alessandro stepped inside, and my breath caught.He looked incredible.Dark suit that fit him perfectly.Hair slightly tousled like he'd run his fingers through it.And in his hands, another bouquet.These were d

The espresso was bitter on my tongue as I stared across the piazza from my café table.Three weeks back in Italy, and I was already restless.The divorce had been finalized with surgical precision. Alessandro's lawyers had been efficient, even generous. I had more money than I could spend in two lifetimes, properties scattered across Europe, and joint custody of Aria.Everything a discarded wife could want.Except for the one thing that mattered.Revenge.My phone buzzed against the marble table. Carlos, my most reliable informant, is finally returning my call."What do you have for me?" I answered without preamble."Your ex-husband has been busy since returning to Rome.""Define busy.""He's been seen at the same location repeatedly. An art gallery in Trastevere. Always alone, always in the evenings."I straightened in my chair. "Which gallery?""Galleria Luna. Small place, specializes in contemporary pieces. The owner is Giulia Sinclair, but she employs a gallery manager named Victo

I woke up gasping, my heart racing like I'd been running.The dream clung to me like silk, refusing to fade as consciousness pulled me back to reality.Images flashed through my mind in fragments.A baby with dark curls and serious brown eyes, nestled against my chest.Her weight in my arms was so real I could still feel it.Alessandro's hands on my skin, gentle and reverent.His mouth against my throat, whispering words I couldn't quite remember.The way he'd looked at me—like I was everything he'd ever wanted.Like I was home.I sat up in bed, pushing damp hair away from my face.What the hell was that about?Dreams were supposed to be random, weren't they? Your subconscious is sorting through the day's events and scrambling them into nonsense.But this hadn't felt like nonsense.It had felt like a memory.Which was impossible.I'd never held Aria as a baby.I'd never been intimate with Alessandro.Last night was only the second time I'd even been in the same room as his daughter.S

I was making Aria's breakfast when Marco called.She was chattering about the butterflies she'd seen in the park yesterday, her small hands waving animatedly as she spoke.Everything felt perfect.Normal.The kind of peaceful morning I'd dreamed about during the dark days of my marriage to Isabella.Then my phone rang, and everything changed."Marco," I answered, balancing the phone between my ear and shoulder while I cut Aria's toast into triangles."We have a problem."Something in his tone made me go cold."What kind of problem?""Isabella. She's filed for custody. Full custody."The knife slipped from my hand, clattering onto the marble counter."That's impossible. We settled that in New York. She signed the agreement.""Alessandro...""She signed it, Marco. I watched her sign it.""I need you to check your files. The original documents from New York."Aria looked up at me, sensing the shift in my mood with the intuition only children possessed."Papà? You look sad."I forced a sm

I stood at my kitchen counter, staring at the sandwich I’d been trying to make for the past ten minutes.My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.Twenty-four hours since I’d offered to marry Alessandro, and I still couldn’t quite believe the words had come out of my mouth.Marriage.To a man I’d known for three weeks.For a custody battle, I barely understood.What the hell was wrong with me?I’d never been impulsive.Never been the kind of woman who made life-changing decisions based on feelings.But something about Alessandro and Aria had turned me into someone I didn’t recognize.Someone who was apparently willing to completely upend her life for love.Was it love?It felt like love.The way my heart raced when I thought about him.The way Aria’s smile could make my entire day better.The way the three of us together felt like the missing piece of a puzzle I hadn’t known was incomplete.But how could I be sure after such a short time?And how was I supposed to tell Giulia and Ace that I was