All Chapters of Too Broken To Be Healed : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Matteo Rinaldi’s POV Entering the casino, I felt the familiar rush of adrenaline that always accompanied the flashing lights and pulsing music. As I made my way to the VIP lounge, I couldn’t shake the image of Alessia’s face from my mind. I have to be the first person she sees when she wakes. I sat, and the bartender quickly served me a glass of sapphire royale. I wanted to drown out my thoughts… if only for a little while. “Brother!” Luca echoed from behind me. Finally, they were here. My heart danced in joy. “What’s up, brother?” Marco asked, his voice laced with concern. I offered a weak smile. “I just need a drink for now,” I replied, taking the vintage-style glass in my hand. “I bet your heart has been toyed with,” Luca said, turning to Marco. “No, leave the heartache to me. I bet his skin was sullied by lowlifes,” Marco countered, and they both laughed. I smiled. “Why are grown-up men acting like silly kids?” I asked as they settled in and the bartender brought more

Giulia’s POV As I slowly opened my eyes to the soft morning light coming through the curtains, my mind struggled to wake fully from sleep. I reached for my phone on the bedside table. The moment I unlocked the screen, my heart sank. The message was from Marta, the maid I secretly planted at Matteo Rinaldi’s residence. Mr. Rinaldi is in town, but he did not sleep at home. A heavy feeling settled in my chest as I read the message again. Where could Matteo have gone? What could have kept him away all night? I sat up straight, trying to think clearly. The truth hit me suddenly, filling me with fear. Matteo never slept outside. It was not his habit. The only time he stayed away overnight was when he traveled out of Italy, and even then, he always returned as fast as possible using his private jet. So where was he? And why had he not come home? So many thoughts rushed through my mind, each one worse than the last. Was it urgent business? Was he in danger? Or had something happened

Matteo Rinaldi’s POV I watched as Tiziana giggled and babbled excitedly about her toys, and I could not help but smile. Her laughter filled the room with warmth. It was pure, innocent, and strangely healing. Luca and Marco were easygoing with Alessia and her friends. The atmosphere felt relaxed and welcoming. Moments like this made me realize how much my life had changed. Growing up as an only child, I often felt lonely. My parents’ strict upbringing left little room for friendships. I struggled to connect with others, always guarded, always distant. But now, surrounded by laughter and cheerful chatter, I felt something I had longed for my entire life — belonging. For the first time, I felt like I was part of something bigger than myself. In that moment, filled with warmth and life, I felt complete. Then I noticed Luca’s lingering gaze on Arianna. She was engaged. Whatever thoughts Luca was entertaining, he needed to end them immediately. Arianna was off limits. I would n

Alessia’s POV Glancing at the clock, I realized it was getting late. I still had to prepare the cookies I promised the children before they returned from school. But my biggest concern was who would stay with Ruggero. Belle had not returned yet, and Matteo Rinaldi hadn’t shown up since he left with his friends earlier. For a brief moment, I considered calling him. Then I stopped myself. He might say he’s busy, I reasoned. I didn’t want to burden him with unnecessary concerns. Instead, I reached for my phone and dialed Arianna’s number. “Hello, bestie,” I greeted warmly when she answered. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything, but I could really use a little help.” “Hello, Alessia. It’s fine,” she replied softly. “What do you need?” “I’ll send you a list. Just a couple of ingredients for the cookies.” “Alright. I’ll be there soon.” “Thank you so much, Arianna. I really appreciate it.” “It’s no problem at all,” she reassured me warmly. “I’ll grab everything and be there as

Giulia’s POV I sat in my room with an open bottle of pinot noir as I let the events of the past few days swirl through my mind like a wind of chaos. Noemi and Stefano were both taken in on charges of physical abuse. The similarities between their situations were too striking to ignore. Both pieces of evidence released against them had Alessia at the center. If Alessia was dead, then who the hell was scheming on her behalf? I began going back memory lane to recall if she had any close friends from high school, but none was forthcoming. I had made sure of that anyway. What about college? Did she have any friends then? After college, before and after her marriage to Matteo Rinaldi, did she make any friends I did not know about? But try as I might, I couldn’t recall a single name. Alessia had been meticulous about keeping her distance from others. She avoided people like a plague. Damn it. I cursed inwardly and with a frustrated groan, I reached for the glass of wine on my bedsi