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Isabella’s POVThe penthouse became my entire world for the next few months.Dante was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. He never mentioned that night again. I never dared to ruin his mood again.He never spoke the words "tactical error" but he lived by them. So did I. I didn’t want to think ‘we are a mistake’ again.He assured the air I breathed was filtered, the food I ate was perfect, and the walls around me were impenetrable.He took care of me with a devotion that was almost clinical. He would show up at my prenatal appointments. He would wait in the exam room and stare at the ultrasound screen with a nervousness that made the nurses whisper.He would buy books on infant development and leave them on my nightstand. When I would open them, I would find pages bookmarked with his neat, precise handwriting.But he never touched me. Not like that. Not again.Whenever our hands brushed over a shared meal or when he helped me up from the sofa, he would pull back as if the touch b

Dante Galante’s POVAll the algorithms, the encryption keys, the security grids…they all crashed. For the first time in my professional life, there was no code to solve this. For the first time in thirty-two years, I felt overwhelmed.I looked down at the weight in my arms. She was so small she didn't even feel real. She felt like a miracle made of stardust and defiance. Her tiny fingers were still hooked around mine, her grip surprisingly firm for someone who had only been breathing for ten minutes.Elara Galante.I looked at Isabella, who was pale and sweating against the pillows but her eyes were searching mine.She was giving me more than a name. She was asking me to be the anchor for a life that wasn't mine by blood, but was now mine by every law of the soul."Galante.” I repeated, my voice sounding like it belonged to someone else. I looked down at the infant. "It’s a heavy name, Isabella. It comes with shadows.""She will have the light." Isabella whispered weakly. "Because you

Isabella’s POVThe first year passed with sleepless nights and the smell of baby powder.The second year was the sound of small feet running on marble floors.By the third, the penthouse turned into a home filled with the chaos of a child who had Dante Galante’s stubbornness and my voice.We lived in a bubble. A beautiful, high-tech, impenetrable bubble.Dante kept his word. He never crossed the line again. There were no more "tactical errors." He slept in his room… I slept in mine. But he was the father my daughter deserved, and he was the partner I had never known I needed.Year Two: The First StepsI remembered the day she started walking. We were in the living room. The afternoon sun was streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows.Elara was pulling herself up on the coffee table. As she tried, her chubby legs began wobbling."Careful.” I said as I reached out from the sofa. "She is going to fall."Dante was sitting on the floor, building a tower of blocks just to let her kno

Isabella’s POVIn the morning, I pulled my robe tightly around me and walked into the kitchen.The smell of fresh espresso and toasted focaccia filled the air.I stopped in the doorway. Seraphina was already there. She was standing at the island. Her crisp white shirt was tucked into high-waisted trousers.She looked like she had been awake for hours. But still she was energetic. And Elara was with her.She sat on a barstool with her new custom tablet propped up against a bowl of fruit. She was staring at the screen with an intensity that was frighteningly similar to Dante’s."No, Elara.” Seraphina said softly as she leaned over the child’s shoulder, her finger pointing at a line of code. "If you close the loop there, the packet won't have a destination. You need a return address.""Oh!" Elara’s eyes lit up. Her tiny fingers tapped the screen. "Like a letter!""Exactly.” Seraphina smiled, patting Elara’s hand. "You are a fast learner, Piccola."I smiled at the scene before I entered t

Isabella’s POVHe walked between us and took his hand from mine. “Long time.” Dante shook his hand tightly. His eyes were dark. "I didn't realize the clinic was so slow that you had time for social calls." The words sounded like a threat."Never too busy for good company, Galante." Lorenzo replied with a gentle yet tight smile.Of course, he wasn’t intimidated. He was a neurosurgeon. He spent his days holding human minds in his hands. A little ice didn’t scare him.“And I will make sure you really have a good one.” I chuckled and was about to move away from Dante when he held my hand from behind. "You are wearing the necklace." He stated."I am allowed to." I replied casually, meeting his icy stare. “It’s mine, isn’t it?”Seraphina stepped up beside Dante. “You really look like a goddess.” She smiled as her eyes flickered to the dress. "It’s a very striking color, matches your hair perfectly.""Thank you, Seraphina," I said sweetly. "I thought we could use a little color in the house