บททั้งหมดของ Marked By Him: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

GIOVANNI’S POVI left her room but couldn't shake the image of her lying there looking so small. My hand still felt warm from touching hers.What the hell am I doing?I paced my room for an hour before giving up and heading downstairs. If I couldn't rest, I might as well do something productive.The kitchen was quiet, the servants having retired for the evening. I flipped on the lights and started pulling ingredients from the refrigerator.I was halfway through dicing tomatoes when Enzo appeared in the doorway, watching me closely, a small frown on his face. "Don’t tell me you’re cooking for her?”I rolled my eyes. "Shut up," I muttered, focusing on the cutting board?"First letting her back to her room, now this." He leaned against the doorframe. "You're really working hard to get her to forgive you. huh?"My jaw clenched tightly. "I said shut up, Enzo."But he just snorted. "What's next? Flowers? A heartfelt apology? Maybe a-""Don't you have somewhere else to be?" I snapped, poi

ARYA’S POV"Turn around! Let me see the whole thing!"I rotated slowly in front of my phone, which was propped up on the dresser, showing Cherry's eager face on the video call."Oh my God, Arya, you look gorgeous!" Cherry squealed from her apartment in Milan. "That dress is perfect. The empire waist hides the bump without looking like you're trying to hide it, and that color makes your skin glow."I looked down at the soft blue dress Marco had bought me last week. At eight months pregnant, finding anything that fit properly was a challenge, but this one actually made me feel pretty instead of just large."You really think so? I feel like a whale.""You're a beautiful, glowing whale then." Cherry grinned. "Where's Marco taking you tonight?"I shrugged. "Dinner and a movie, I think. He's been cryptic about it." I sat on the edge of my bed, one hand automatically going to my stomach. "How's Milan? Still loving it?"Cherry's expression softened. "It's amazing. The club is ten times better

ARYA’S POVThe hospital was a blur of fluorescent lights and urgent voices."We need a wheelchair here!""How far apart are the contractions?""Ma'am, can you tell me your due date?"I couldn't answer or barely think through the waves of pain crashing over me.About three nurses helped me into a wheelchair while Marco was beside me, his hand gripping mine so tightly it almost hurt."Sir, you need to fill out these forms-""I'll do it later," Marco said, not letting go of me.The nurse cleared her throat and pressed. "Sir, we need insurance information, medical history-""Marco." I grabbed his shirt as another contraction built. "Go. Fill out the forms. I'll be… Arrgh!!”I couldn't finish. The pain was too intense.They started rolling me away, down a hallway that seemed to stretch forever. Marco's hand slipped from mine, and suddenly I was alone with strangers in scrubs, and panic seized me harder than any contraction."Wait!" I twisted in the wheelchair, reaching back. "Marco! Please

ARYA’S POVI woke with a sharp pain in my neck, my head was at an awkward angle against the armrest of the couch.For a disoriented moment, I didn't know where I was. That was until I caught the vaulted ceilings and the expensive looking bedroom that it all came flooding back. I had fallen asleep on the couch last night while waiting for Marco to come home from whatever business he'd had to handle.Sunlight streamed through the large windows, illuminating the spacious living room and I took it all in with a soft sight. But then a soft cry came from the bedroom. I pushed myself up, ignoring my protesting muscles, and hurried to the nursery section Marco had set up in my room. Dante lay in his crib, his tiny fists waving, his face scrunched up in that way that meant he was about to start really crying."Hey, sweet boy," I whispered, lifting him carefully. "Good morning to you too."His dark eyes which were so heartbreakingly familiar found mine, and he settled immediately against my

GIOVANNI’S POVAfter the guards escorted her away, I dressed up and left for the one place I knew I would find him. The club was exactly the kind of place Alessio loved. It was expensive, exclusive, and filled with beautiful people who had more money than sense. The bass pounded through my chest as I pushed past the velvet ropes, ignoring the protests of the doorman who clearly recognized me and wisely stepped aside.I found Alessio in the VIP section, surrounded by women and champagne, looking entirely too pleased with himself."Gio!" He stood when he saw me, his smile was bright but his eyes wary. "Didn't expect to see you here. Come, join us! I have this amazing-"I scowled at him. “I want to see you outside. Now.”His smile faltered. "What's this about?""You know exactly what this is about."I snapped. Alessio's jaw tightened, but he waved off his companions and followed me to a private office in the back of the club. The moment the door closed, I rounded on him."You sent a w