Semua Bab Ex Luna's Revenge : Bab 71 - Bab 80

Chiara's POV While I continued to try to wrap up most of my life at home and at the office, preparing for my move, one of my key distractors, day after day, was the presence of Giacomo. Every single day after I broke my mating bond with Luciano De Luca, Giacomo sent flowers to Caterina’s house. Sometimes he would even show up to deliver them himself. If Caterina was there, she would glower at him. But Giacomo would just smile. “She told you she isn’t interested,” Caterina reminded him. “Maybe I’m just being friendly,” Giacomo replied. We all knew the truth. Giacomo had dove headfirst in trying to woo me. I didn’t totally mind, not really. Though I had no intention of giving in to his advances, which I told him time and time again, he still provided a pleasant distraction. It was nice to feel wanted for a change, after a long marriage of feeling like I was alone. Eventually, seeing that Giacomo’s presence didn’t bother me, even Caterina loosened up. Giacomo could make her laug

Chiara’s POV Luciano De Luca’s father, Enrico. I was rushing down to emergency when I joined the team already working on him. The moment I stepped through the doors, I froze for half a second, surprised to hear him yelling. “I told all of you, I’m fine! I don’t need this special treatment! Find someone who is actually sick and help them!” “Sir, we need you to calm down,” one of the Healers said. “Your heart rate is far too high. If you don’t relax, you could trigger an episode.” “He’s already in an episode,” snapped another Healer. “I’m telling you that I’m fine!” Enrico barked. I pushed my way through the Healers toward the front. One of them must have recognized me from television, though I didn’t recall ever meeting him before while wearing my Doctor B disguise. “Finally, a Healer who can tell all the rest of you that I’m fine. Tell them, Doctor B.” One glance at his chart told me everything I needed to know. He wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. “We need to run some te

Chiara’s POV Of all the things Luciano De Luca could have come here to say, this was not what I expected. “Your family gathering? At Enrico and Giulia’s?” I asked, my brows drawing together in confusion. “Usually, yes,” Luciano replied, his voice steady but distant. “But this time, I’ll be hosting. Can you come?” I frowned slightly, studying him. This did not make sense. Luciano had already said he would handle everything regarding the divorce himself. So why this? Was he going back on that decision, or was there something else he was not telling me? He was holding back. I could feel it. In fact, he barely said anything beyond the request itself, which only made it more suspicious. If this was all he wanted, he could have simply called. Or sent Benedetto. There was no reason for the Alpha King to show up at my door like this. My first instinct was to refuse. The word “no” sat right at the tip of my tongue. But then Enrico came to mind. I had been worried about him ever si

Luciano De Luca’s POV Since the family gathering was being held at my house, I had taken extra precautions to make sure Silvia Romano would not interfere. The last thing I needed tonight was her presence stirring tension, especially with my father’s condition still fragile. So I gave her my credit card with no spending limit and encouraged her to enjoy herself elsewhere. Shopping, spa visits, anything that would keep her occupied for hours. On top of that, I had Benedetto quietly assign a few trusted guards to keep watch. If Silvia made any move toward returning, I wanted to know immediately. Only after all of that was in place did I allow myself to focus on the event. The house buzzed with activity as the servants rushed to prepare everything. Decorations were set carefully, every detail polished to perfection. I had promised them triple their usual pay for tonight, and judging by their efficiency, it had been the right decision. The caterers handled the food and service, but I

Chiara’s POV In response to Giulia’s question, I offered her a small, fragile smile, the kind that carried more truth than words ever could. It was enough. Her expression fell instantly, her brows knitting together as if the answer had struck her harder than anything I could have said aloud. “Oh, Chiara… no.” “I’m sorry,” I said softly. Then, glancing toward Enrico, I added with quiet sincerity, “Truly. But I mean it. This is happening. I believe everything will be settled sooner rather than later.” Giulia’s face crumpled, grief written plainly across it. “But what will you do, child? Where will you go? How will you live?” “I’ll manage,” I assured her, even though I knew my answer would not satisfy her. It didn’t. She shook her head slowly, her worry deepening. “You know how much we care for you, Chiara. Please do not take this the wrong way. I am not trying to hurt you. I am only thinking of your future.” “I understand,” I replied, bracing myself anyway. Because concern l