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Raffaele Ricci’s POV I sat in my apartment, the thick scent of cigar smoke and expensive cologne hanging heavily in the air. Morning light streamed through the floor to ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the polished floors. Luxury had always been my comfort. Control had always been my strength. But today, something felt… off. There was a tension in the air I could not shake, like the calm before a storm. I leaned forward on the leather couch, my fingers steepled as my thoughts spiraled. Alessia. The children. The plan. Everything had been set in motion with precision. Every move calculated, every outcome anticipated. Yet something had shifted. What started as a simple strategy to use Alessia and bring Matteo Rinaldi to his knees had become… complicated. My interest in her had grown into something I had not planned for, something I could not easily discard. No matter how much I tried to push it aside, she kept finding her way back into my thoughts. That alone i

Alessia’s POV The day dragged on like a slow, endless punishment. Every second felt heavier than the last, pressing down on my chest until it became hard to breathe. Camellia and Arianna stayed close to me, their presence warm and comforting, yet it did little to ease the storm raging inside me. My children were still missing. And Matteo had gone to bring them back. The thought alone made my heart tighten painfully. “Alessia, you need to calm down,” Camellia said gently, her hand resting on my shoulder in an attempt to ground me. “Try to rest, even if it’s just for a little while.” I shook my head immediately, pacing the living room like a trapped soul. “How can I rest?” I demanded, my voice strained. “How do you expect me to sleep when my babies are out there, God knows where?” And Matteo… He could be in danger. The thought refused to leave my mind. Arianna glanced at Camellia, a silent conversation passing between them. “Maybe we should turn on the TV,” Arianna suggest

Raffaele Ricci’s POV We moved into the Conti estate like shadows carrying death on our backs. Every step we took left destruction behind. My men eliminated any security in sight without hesitation, silenced their weapons, and took down cameras with precision. Nothing was left to chance. Yet something felt… off. Too quiet. Too clean. I let out a low scoff, a smirk tugging at my lips as realization settled in. Matteo Rinaldi. He had already made his move. Of course he had. That bastard always loved to play the hero. We continued deeper into the mansion, my boots echoing faintly against the polished floors, the scent of gunpowder lingering in the air. Then Paul rushed to my side, his expression tight, his urgency unmistakable. He leaned in and whispered. I stopped walking immediately. A cold, lethal stillness settled over me, my eyes darkening as his words sank in. “Give it to me,” I said, my voice low and controlled as I stretched out my hand. He handed me a tablet. Th

Alessia’s POV The streets were dark and eerily quiet as I walked alone, each step heavier than the last. My phone felt like a burden in my hand, yet I clung to it like it was the only thing connecting me to my children. My fingers trembled as I dialed the number that had haunted me for days. Each ring echoed loudly in my ears, stretching my anxiety thinner and thinner until I felt like I would break. Then the call connected. “Giulia!” I shouted immediately, my voice sharp, desperate, barely holding together. “I don’t care about anything else. I want my children back. What have you done with them?” The voice that answered was cold. Unfamiliar. Detached. It neither confirmed nor denied being Giulia. “If you want your children back,” the voice said calmly, “you will bring one million dollars.” My heart dropped. “One million dollars?” I cried, panic surging through me. “Where am I supposed to get that kind of money?” “That is your problem,” the voice replied without hesitati

Matteo Rinaldi’s POV I stood there, frozen in disbelief as Raffaele Ricci’s words echoed through the chaotic room. “Why do you prefer to go with someone who keeps hurting you every single time?” His accusation cut through the air like a blade, tearing into the fragile tension already holding everything together. Alessia paused mid-step, tears shimmering in the dim light of the Conti mansion. My chest tightened with anger and desperation all at once. How could he speak to her like that? Alessia, who had endured so much, deserved none of this. “You don’t get to tell her what she wants!” I snapped. “And do you think you do?” Raffaele replied coldly. I clenched my fists, my gaze shifting between Alessia and him, fully aware that every second now mattered. “She knows what is right, and you don’t. So get the hell out of here already!” I barked. He was unbearable to look at. “Have I warned you not to step into waters you cannot control?” he asked, his tone dropping as he raised hi