All Chapters of His Sinful Empire : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

GIULIA’S POV Dimitri called at half past nine. I picked up on the third ring. “Hey, Princess.” I didn’t say anything for a second. Just held the phone and let his voice settle over me like something warm I hadn’t realized I was cold without. “Talk to me.” “I’m fine.” “Giulia.” “I needed time. I’ve told you this.” “I know.” A pause. “Four days.” “I know, Dimitri.” “I’m not pushing.” His voice dropped. “But there’s a limit to how long I sit here. You know that about me.” “Dimitri—” “Get some sleep, Princess.” He hung up first. I sat on the edge of the bed for a while after, phone in my lap, the room was too quiet and too still. I wasn’t tired. I’d thought I was tired but now that the lights were off and the house was silent my brain had decided sleep was for other people. I got up. Went downstairs for water. That’s when I heard it. A sound from outside. Metal against metal, something straining, then the unmistakable rush of water hitting stone. I cros

ENZO’S POV ‘I don’t have anything that’s mine. Not one thing.’ Her voice hadn’t left me since that day. Since the terrace, she’d stood there with tears on her face, saying things I had no answer for. 'I have no family name. Nothing under my name.' I set my phone down on the desk. She wasn’t wrong. She’d come into my world with nothing, and I’d kept it that way. Deliberately. Keep her off balance, keep her dependent, keep her with nothing solid to stand on. That had been the strategy. Sitting here now, that strategy felt like something a different man had made. I wanted to tell her who her father was. Give her that at least... a name, an origin, something real to hold. But telling her meant pulling everything else into the light. Santoro. My mother. The years I’d spent building toward a revenge that had her name written into it before I ever watched her dance, before I heard her laugh, before she grabbed my arm in the dark like I was the only solid thing in the world. She wasn’

The radio played. The coffee machine hissed. Outside the green door, the alley was warm, quiet, and completely ordinary. “Gia.” My voice came out barely above a whisper. “What is going on?” She looked at me for a long moment. “There’s one more thing,” she said. “What.” She exhaled slowly. Her grip on my hand tightened. “My mother,” she said. “She’s been asking for you.” I stared at her. “She’s in a coma, Nina.” Quiet. Steady. Like she’d practiced keeping her voice that way. “Has been for seven months. But before she went under—” Her throat moved. “She kept saying your name. Over and over. Yours was the last name she said before she stopped talking.” The café went completely silent around me. Mrs. Santoro, who had fed me, driven me to rehearsals, sat through performances with a proud smile, and then one morning packed my things and sent me away without explanation. Gia had hugged me so hard it hurt and then gotten in the car anyway. Seven months in a coma. “Sh

GIULIA’S POV It had only been a few weeks. Since then it had been… small things. The kind that shouldn’t add up to anything but did. Luca finding reasons to be near the guest house. Me finding reasons to be outside when he was. Conversations that started about nothing and went somewhere else entirely before either of us noticed. His hand at the small of my back once, brief and deliberate, when we passed in the narrow hallway. The way he looked at me sometimes like he was making a decision he hadn’t finished making yet. And last night. Last night he’d been in the sitting room when I came downstairs and we’d talked until past midnight about nothing important and everything real and somewhere in the middle of it he’d looked at me for a long moment and then kissed me slowly like he’d thought about it first and decided it was worth whatever came after. I’d kissed him back. That was all. Just that. He’d pulled back before it became anything more, rested his forehead against min

ENZO’S POV I didn’t go after her immediately. Bruno was already on his phone before I could tell him. Tracking the car. I gave him thirty seconds then turned to look at Dimitri. He hadn’t moved from the same spot. His composed untouchable face that looked good on campaign posters and senate floors had completely fallen apart. Youngest senator in his district, the kind of man that made older men shift uncomfortably in rooms and right now he looked like someone had reached into his chest and removed something essential. “She went through that alone because of what you said.” I kept my voice even. “You know that.” “I didn’t know she was pregnant.” “She didn’t tell you because of whatever you said to her. That’s not the same thing.” His jaw worked. “I know the difference.” “Do you? Because you showed up here like she owed you an explanation.” “I showed up because she disappeared for weeks and stopped answering my calls—” “She lost a baby, Dimitri.” The words came out h