Too Broken To Be Healed のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Matteo Rinaldi’s POV That sly bitch had something cooking all along. I kept the little item I had retrieved from Giulia’s room earlier on the bed and headed straight to the bathroom. The hot water running down my body did little to ease the tension in my muscles, but it was a start. Refreshed, I changed into a light shirt and comfortable pants, then stepped out of my closet. I walked over to the bed and picked up the pocket photograph of my kids. This photo had gone missing from my room a few months back. Little did I know that Giulia had it all along. The photograph was right in my room, but since she got it anyway, it only meant one obvious thing. That meant someone in my house was feeding her information. She had known about the existence of my children all along. This was enough proof for me that Giulia and her father were behind the kidnapping of my kids. Earlier on, after I had arrived at the mansion, I had barged into her room hoping to find her there, but she wasn't. I

Giulia's POV I stared at the taxi as Alessia drove off in it. I felt disgust twisting in my gut. I was not expecting to see her opening the door, but I'm glad I did. That would further destabilize her. I could feel Matteo’s eyes on me, burning with anger and frustration. "Get lost from my sight," Matteo spat, his voice laced with venom. I didn't flinch. Instead, I gave him a cold, calculated smile. "I was about to leave anyway." Turning on my heel, I walked to my car, my heart beating with a blend of rage and satisfaction. As I settled into the back seat, my driver started the engine and drove away from Matteo Rinaldi’s mansion. As we approached the gates, I noticed men clad in black attire and masks crowding the entrance. "What the hell are they doing there?" I muttered under my breath. Arriving at the gate, I noticed the taxi Alessia left in was still there. Then I realized Matteo had ordered the gate to be shut, but as my car neared it, it was opened for me to pass. I wound

Alessia's POV After the meal, we got ready to leave. The food had barely passed down my throat, but Arianna, being the doctor that she was, prepared something else fast and quick that I could quickly eat up in time for our departure. "Are you alright?" Camellia asked. "Yeah, I'm fine," I responded to her. I nodded, but I was far from being alright. My heartbeat was no longer stable as my thoughts were filled with so many possible outcomes of Matteo's journey to the abandoned warehouse. Arianna came up behind us and we got into Camellia's car and drove away. Behind us were Matteo's security personnel, and I could see some of them ahead. The sun was setting and soon enough it would be dark. I prayed silently that everything would be over by morning. We arrived in front of my apartment. The sight of it brought tears to my eyes. I stumbled out of the car and up the steps to the house, my heart pounding and silent tears streaming down my face. Camellia unlocked the door and we st

Matteo Rinaldi’s POV We arrived at the warehouse just as the sky was darkening. We had to be very discreet to avoid being caught by the men involved. Anything that could lead to a shootout before securing my kids was something I had to avoid. Arriving at the doorway leading into the warehouse, I felt a strange chill in the air. The place was eerily quiet, and as I stepped inside, my heart sank. The warehouse had been cleared out completely. There was no sign of Giulia or anyone else. I walked further in, the emptiness echoing my footsteps. "Damn it," I muttered under my breath, pulling out my phone. I dialed my father’s number, needing his guidance. "What's the situation?" he answered, his voice stern and filled with authority. "The warehouse is empty," I reported, frustration seeping into my tone. "It looks like they just moved out. The place is freshly cleaned." There was a pause before he responded. "They couldn’t have left town. We can use this to our advantage. Look for a

Giulia’s POV I stood beside my father on the presidential floor, our eyes fixed on the television screen showing the live feed from the room where Alessia was with the kidnapper we had hired. I felt a surge of satisfaction watching how miserable Alessia looked. All we needed was her damned signature on the documents. Was that so hard for her to do and finally remove her pathetic self from my life? Instead, she remained in the room, her eyes red and swollen from crying, constantly demanding to see her children first. I felt a twisted pleasure watching her suffer. She deserved this. Every bit of it. We couldn't give her the children yet because they were still unconscious and just as miserable as their mother. Then, suddenly, Matteo Rinaldi appeared on the screen. My heart dropped instantly, and rage boiled inside me. “Why can’t he just stay away from Alessia?” I shouted, unable to contain my frustration. “What is it about her that makes him love her so much? Why does he alwa