All Chapters of Ex and Son Beg, But I Never Turn Back: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Third person POVAva’s scream could be heard throughout the house, which was testament to how loud it was, given the size of the estate.Maids and butlers stopped dead in their tracks, their eyes wide, casting a knowing look at one another.Luigi bolted up right in bed, squinting in the morning sun. Willow did the same. Both of them glanced at each other, and then leapt out of bed. They tore down the hallway towards Sergio’s room and flung open the door. Ava was slouched over Sergio’s body in the bed, shaking, clutching at the blankets.“Mom,” Luigi said, rushing towards her.“He’s gone,” Ava said, her face a ghastly white. “Oh Luigi.” His mother turned into his arms, and Luigi held her, his eyes looking over her shoulder at his father’s figure.Willow stood fixed in place, not knowing what to do, tears bristling her eyes.“What’s all the commotion,” Enzo said, entering the room. Then he paused, looked at his mother and brother, and came to their side, where they opened their arms to h

Luigi’s POVShe had a lot of audacity, showing up here like this. The sheer sight of her, so brazen and cocky, made my blood boil. Glaring at her, I clenched my tight fists and started purposefully towards her. But Willow grabbed my steady arm.“It’s your father’s funeral,” she whispered to me. “Do you really want to make a scene? Trust me, I’m just as shocked and angry as you are, but out of respect for your father and mother, maybe just let this one be?”Willow’s words rang in my head, and for a moment I considered them. Willow had a point. This was hardly the time or place. Mourners were making their way over to the grave, and if I approached Giulia, it would make a scene.But then my anger took over. Giulia had no right to be here. She was only here to egg me on, to rattle me. She was still mad about what had transpired in the United States, and upsetting me on the day of my father’s funeral was a retaliation for the way I’d humiliated her.I couldn’t let her get away with this. No

Willow’s POVIt was a wonderful turn out, Sergio’s celebration of life, and the sheer amount of people who had come to pay their respects was testament to Sergio and the life he’d led. It touched my heart that so many people had made the effort to come and celebrate Luigi’s father. The reception was set up in the ballroom, but guests spilled out into the parlour and living rooms, milling about, sipping drinks, and talking about memories of Sergio. I helped in any way I could, offering to refill drinks and showing guests to the ballroom. I didn’t have to do any of these things, of course; there was more than enough wait staff who had offered to help.They refused to be paid to work at Sergio's reception, and as such, they were wearing plain clothes instead of their usual uniforms, and they sort of oscillated between ‘staff’ and ‘mourning guests’.Giulia and her parents showed up at the reception, which honestly didn’t surprise me that much. They had the audacity to watch Sergio enter

Third Person POVThe lawyer packed up his things, offered his condolences to Ava, and then made for the door. The crowd was whispering, and the whole ordeal was more drama than he could bear. He’d been shocked as he read the words, since the last time he’d seen Sergio, he’d gone over the will with him in detail. That had been roughly a week before Sergio had passed away.At that time, Luigi was the sole inheritor. The lawyer had no idea what could have possibly changed in one short week, but the will bore the signature of both Sergio and a public notary, so for all intents and purposes, the will was legal. He would do what Luigi asked him to do, but he didn’t see how he could over turn the will. Not without concrete evidence that either the signatures were forged, or that Sergio had not been of sound mind and body when he’d signed it.Both were extremely difficult to prove.Scurrying out of the estate, the lawyer shook his head. He was no stranger to drama, as the lawyer for several pr

Willow’s POVAva raised her arms over her naked body and I slipped the nightgown over her head. My mind flashed to my own mother. I never got the chance to see her age, or to take care of her like this. It was a tender moment, helping Ava get ready for bed. She was so distraught, she was childlike, as I brushed her hair, wiped the makeup from her face, and then helped her into bed. Sitting beside her, I pulled the blankets up her neck.“It smells so nice in here,” she sighed.I’d whipped up a fragrant concoction of lavender and bergamot, which I’d promptly sprayed all over the master bedroom. I also put some in an air diffuser. Now that Sergio was gone, Ava was back in the master bedroom, and the entire room looked different, without the heavy air of sickness in it.“Would you like the window open?” I asked gently. “It’s a lovely night.”“Yes please, love,” Ava told me. I went and opened the window, allowing the salty scent of the ocean to breeze in. It was peaceful outside, quiet and