All Chapters of Too Broken To Be Healed : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Raffaele Ricci’s POV I sat in my clubhouse, anger simmering beneath the surface. The air was thick with cigar smoke, its heavy scent mixing with the tension that never quite left these walls. “Boss…” my second-in-command, Paolo, began carefully, breaking the silence. “Should we launch a raid and search for the kids?” I exhaled slowly, watching the smoke curl into the dim light. “And when I find them?” I replied, my voice edged with irritation. “How exactly do I explain it to Alessia?” I let out a dry scoff. “What do I say? ‘Alessia, your kids were conveniently dropped at my school, so I brought them back?’” The absurdity of it all only made my frustration worse. It was already bad enough that the children had been taken right under my nose… and had remained missing for two weeks. If I suddenly found them without a believable explanation… It would unleash whatever suspicion Matteo Rinaldi still had left. If he survived long enough to act on it. I leaned back in my chair,

Raffaele Ricci’s POV I woke up in my luxurious apartment, the soft glow of dawn filtering through the heavy curtains. It was a Monday morning, but unlike every other Monday when I would rise early with purpose, eager to get to school so I would not miss Alessia’s arrival with the children, today felt completely different. I already knew she would not be there. I lay still for a while, staring up at the ceiling, her absence pressing down on my chest like a weight I could not shake. With a quiet sigh, I pushed the covers aside and made my way into the bathroom. The water was hot as it cascaded over my body, steam rising around me, but it did nothing to wash away the frustration building inside me. As I stepped out and dried myself, memories of Alessia flooded my mind. Her laughter. Her touch. The way her lips had felt against mine. “Fuck,” I muttered, gripping the edge of the sink as I stared at my reflection. “What the hell have you done to me, Alessia?” That night in the car re

Matteo Rinaldi’s POV The day had been long and draining, filled with tension, worry, and a kind of exhaustion that settled deep into the bones. Alessia had barely slept the night before, and today had not been any kinder to her. Her friends and I stayed close, doing everything we could to keep her grounded, to give her something to hold on to. Still, it was obvious she was slipping. The dark circles under her eyes had deepened, and the constant worry etched across her face made my chest tighten every time I looked at her. As evening approached, I stepped out onto the balcony, needing a moment alone to gather my thoughts. The cool air brushed against my face, but it did little to calm the storm inside me. I pulled out my phone and dialed Federico. He picked up on the second ring. “Mr. Rinaldi,” he greeted, his voice as composed as ever. “Federico, I need an update on the situation at Rinaldi Holdings,” I said, keeping my tone steady despite everything weighing on me. “The offi

Giulia’s POV As my father and I made our way out of the secret bunker beneath the Conti estate, a sense of satisfaction settled deep within me. The children were responding well to treatment, and that alone made everything feel worth it. Still, I would have preferred them awake, crying, begging. That kind of desperation would have pushed Alessia exactly where we wanted her. Pain was always the fastest way to force a decision. I replayed the video on my phone, my lips curling slightly as I remembered the fear in the little girl’s eyes. Tiziana’s pale face, her weak voice trembling as she asked for her mother, echoed in my head. “Where is my mummy?” she had whispered, barely conscious. The doctor had soothed her with lies and medication, sending her back into silence. “Let’s send this to Alessia,” I said, handing the phone to my father, Raimondo Conti. He watched it once, then smiled with approval. “Perfect. With this, she will break. She would trade anything for them.” Anything,

Alessia’s POV I woke up to another day of emptiness. The weight of the past weeks had drained everything out of me, leaving me hollow, fragile, and barely holding on. My children were still missing, and every second without them stretched into something unbearable. I lay there staring at the ceiling, wondering how much longer I could survive this kind of pain without breaking completely. Eventually, I forced myself out of bed and headed to the bathroom. The shower did nothing to wash away the heaviness clinging to my chest. After getting dressed, I stepped out, only to find that Arianna had prepared breakfast for me. The sight of food made my stomach twist. I had no appetite. Still, I picked a few berries and forced them into my mouth before walking into the living room. I turned on the television, desperate for a distraction, anything to take my mind away from the nightmare swallowing my life. But the moment the news came on, I froze. “Conti Family Business Hits Jackpot: Stocks