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Vito's POVDivorce?I stared at her, certain I'd misheard. The word echoed in my skull like a gunshot in an empty church, impossible and absurd.She couldn't have said what I thought she said."What did you just say?"Isabella lifted her chin, her eyes blazing with a defiance that should have infuriated me. Instead, something far more dangerous stirred in my chest."I said maybe we should get a divorce."The words hit me like a blow to the sternum. For a moment, I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything except stare at this woman.She wants to leave me.In all my years as the head of the Romano family, I had never been caught so completely off guard. I was the one who made decisions. I was the one who controlled every aspect of my relationships, my business, my life. No one surprised Vito Romano. No one made demands of Vito Romano.And certainly no one left Vito Romano.My pride roared to life, drowning out the quieter voice.She can't mean it, I told myself. She's just

Sophia's POVEvery time we were together like this, I found myself searching for something more.His injured arm hung useless at his side, wrapped in bandages. But his other hand gripped my hip, lifting me up and bringing me down onto him in a rhythm that left me breathless.Does he feel anything when he looks at me like this?In the dim light of the bedroom, with his dark eyes burning into mine, I could almost convince myself that he did. The way his jaw clenched when I tightened around him. The low groan that escaped his throat when I whispered his name. The possessive grip of his fingers digging into my flesh as if he couldn't bear to let me go."Vito—" I gasped as he drove deeper, hitting that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes.His response was to pull me closer, his mouth finding the curve of my neck. The heat of his breath, the scrape of his teeth—it all felt so real.I clung to that desperate hope as pleasure built inside me, coiling tighter and tighter until I shatter

Vito’s POVPrivate Dinner, ManhattanThe chandeliers cast golden light across the private dining room, illuminating the faces of New York's most powerful families. Crystal glasses clinked, expensive wine flowed, and conversations hummed with the careful politeness of people who could have each other killed over dessert.I barely heard any of it.My eyes kept drifting to the empty chair beside me—the one Isabella should have occupied. Instead, Maria sat there in a cream-colored gown, her blonde hair swept up elegantly, playing the part of the devoted companion.This was supposed to make her jealous.The plan had seemed so simple. Bring Maria to the dinner. Let Isabella stew at home, imagining what we were doing together. Wait for the tears, the accusations, the dramatic proof that she actually cared about me.Now, sitting here while Maria smiled and charmed the guests, I felt nothing but restless irritation."Vito, my friend!" Don Calabrese approached with his wife, his smile too wide

Sophia's POV"Father. My affairs are none of your concern."The table went silent.I stared at Vito, certain I'd misheard. He sat rigid in his wheelchair, his jaw set in a hard line, those dark eyes fixed on his father.He's... defending me?"Excuse me?" His father's face flushed with surprise and anger. "I am your father. Everything about this family is my concern.""My marriage is my business. I won't discuss this further."The tension in the room was suffocating.What is going on between them?Into the heavy silence, Maria Castellano's gentle voice floated like honey."Please, let's not argue during dinner." She smiled that perfect, "I'm sure Isabella is doing her best. These things can be stressful for a young bride."She turned to me with an expression of such sisterly sympathy that it made my skin crawl."Don't worry, Isabella. I'm sure you'll conceive soon. Perhaps you've just been under too much pressure here at the estate." She paused delicately. "Maybe some time away would h

Sophia's POVI finally had a job of my own.The pharmaceutical division of Romano Industries occupied the top three floors of a sleek glass tower in Midtown Manhattan. As I stepped out of the elevator, the scent of fresh paint and new carpet greeted me.The open-plan office buzzed with activity. Researchers in white coats hurried between workstations, while executives in sharp suits gathered around conference tables.A middle-aged woman with wire-rimmed glasses approached me, "Mrs. Romano? I'm Dr. Patricia Hayes, the department head. Mr. Romano informed us you'd be joining the management team."The emphasis she placed on "management team" wasn't lost on me. Neither was the way several nearby employees exchanged glances behind her back."Thank you for having me," I said, keeping my voice pleasant. "I'm looking forward to learning about the division's operations."Dr. Hayes's smile didn't reach her eyes. "Of course. Though I must admit, we were... surprised by the appointment. Your back