All Chapters of Ex and Son Beg, But I Never Turn Back: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Willow’s POVBolting upright in bed, I felt horrible. They were waiting for me? Rushing out of bed, I ran to the bathroom where I threw open my makeup container, slapped on some lipstick, and then piled my hair high onto my head in a loose bun.Tossing on a fresh dress, I noticed it was a bit wrinkled from the suitcase, but beggars can’t be choosers. Then I made for the door, where the maid escorted me through the myriad of corridors, down the spiral staircase, and into the dining room.Everyone was seated, with full glasses of wine for the adults and sparkling cider for the kids. The moment I entered, I felt painfully underdressed. Luigi was wearing a crisp shirt and Enzo was in a full suit. Ava donned a cocktail gown, and both kids were dressed up as well, Ava in a cute plaid dress with a matching bow, and Carl in a white shirt with a bow tie that matched Ava’s plaid.Luigi rose from his seat and flashed me a smile as I tried to smooth out the wrinkles in my dress and approached the

Luigi’s POVThe house was quiet and still. Willow was fast asleep, worn out from the travel, from the estate, from the hot tub, from….the things we did in the hot tub. I should have been exhausted too, but sleep eluded me.Sitting outside on my veranda, I listened to the soft sounds of the ocean. It was wonderful being home, and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t missed it all these years. I’d come home to visit occasionally, but not as much as I should have. I could see that now.Guilt took hold of me. Enzo had been holding down the fort all this time, helping my parents run the winery. And my poor father had been actively working right up until the day he disappeared.My mother was a wreck, I could see it in her eyes. Enzo was stressed too. My father was way sicker than I’d anticipated, for reasons unknown. And as much as I didn’t want to think about it, I felt like we were going to lose him soon.The winery would be mine. It was in my father’s will. He made that decision years ago, pro

Guilia’s POV“Get out my way,” I snapped at Enzo. He was the last person I wanted to see right now and he was blocking me from Benny. What was he even doing here? This was an elite event. How had he scored an invitation?“Not so fast,” he said, gripping my arm. “I want to talk to you.”“As I recall,” I quipped. “Talking was never your strong suite.”The insinuation was crystal clear. Enzo and I had made our rounds in the bedroom more than once, including when I was married to Luigi. There had been something about Enzo that had attracted me to him, like a moth to a flame. He had a dangerous, devil may care attitude, which I’d found both alluring and freeing.But the allure had worn off, as those types of things often do, so I’d tossed him to the side. We hadn’t spoken in several years.When I first told him it was over, he’d borderlined stalked me. Sending me endless messages, begging to see me, claiming that he couldn’t live without me. It had been flattering of course. At first. Then

Guilia’s POVEnzo’s words hung in the air between us.“What are you talking about?” I asked.“It seems my father’s fallen quite ill. It’s his liver. Perhaps a result of the conditions of the kidnapping?” He smirked.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I snapped at him.“Right. Of course you don’t,” he chuckled. “In any case, it’s strange. He came home, and everything was going well. He was really on the mend, you know? But then…I don’t know what happened. He just got really, really sick. The doctors are perplexed. They have no idea what caused his liver to fail so quickly. It’s a shame, really.” Enzo’s tone was light and airy as he took pauses to sip his drink. With my brows furrowed, I waited patiently for him to get to the point.“I don’t think he has much longer,” Enzo said. “Not with the way he’s looking.”“What does that have to do with anything?” I hissed impatiently. “Luigi’s in line to inherit the winery, not you.”It had been a burden back in the day. Luigi had been anno

Third Person POVLuigi thought he heard someone walking down the hall. He paused to listen. He’d just crawled into bed beside Willow, and it was very, very late.He could have sworn he heard footsteps though. Pausing, he heard them again. The clear sound of someone walking down the hall.Confused, he crawled out of bed and crept to the door. Who would be up at this late hour, he wondered. Opening the door though, and glancing down the hall, he saw the flash of a maid’s skirt turn the corner.Realizing that it was just the early morning maid, Luigi closed the door and shrugged it off. As far as he was concerned, it was nothing to be alarmed about. So he went back to bed, curled up beside Willow, and finally fell asleep for the night.A few minutes earlier, a maid had entered through the back door of the house, yawning. She hated these super early morning shifts, being forced to get out of bed before the sun rose. It was her turn to take the morning shift, though, so she begrudely opened