All Chapters of Too Broken To Be Healed : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Giulia’s POV After Max’s message, I knew Father was the best person to inform about the children. But if those children belonged to Matteo Rinaldi, then could that woman from the photo be their mother? And why would they be kept at his penthouse instead of the mansion? Tired of staying indoors, I decided to visit the salon. At least there, I would have something to distract me—gossip I would gladly indulge in. I rose from the bed and entered the restroom to freshen up. When I stepped out, I began getting dressed. I chose a casual yet stylish outfit: snug black jeans that accentuated my curves, paired with a breezy white linen blouse. I slipped into crisp white sneakers and accessorized with a delicate gold pendant necklace. I let my hair fall loosely over my shoulders. After a final glance in the mirror to ensure everything was perfect, I grabbed my car keys and headed out. A few minutes later, I arrived at the salon. I parked at the corner and walked inside. The reception I re

Dante Caruso POV Dressed in a tailored charcoal gray suit that accentuated my sturdy frame. My crisp white shirt peeked out from beneath the jacket, the collar fastened neatly with a silver tie clip. On my wrist, a gold watch adorned and my cufflinks gleamed subtly. Then I had a black coat of fine fur hang loosely over my broad shoulders. Sitting in the dimly lit balcony, surrounded by the murmur of voices, loud music, and the haze of smoke, I watched as my den thrived before me. From the way the half-naked strippers with masks on swayed gracefully around poles, their movements hypnotic as they entertained the eager crowd. Men huddled around tables, their faces illuminated by the flicker of cards, their laughter mingling with the clink of chips. People made money. Many others lost. Some were even killed. In the corners, shadowy figures exchanged whispers, their eyes darting around suspiciously as they indulged in their vices. But amidst it all, I remained still, my gaze unwaverin

Alessia’s POV “Are you okay, Arianna?” I asked, clearly worried. The moment my children heard her name, chaos erupted in the back seat. “Mummy, mummy, Aunty Arianna!” Tiziana squealed, struggling against her seatbelt. “Stay put, Tiziana. You’ll talk to Aunty Arianna after school,” I urged firmly. Arianna let out a soft chuckle on the other end of the line. “How are the kids?” she asked. Her voice sounded heavy, strained with emotion, and it tightened something inside my chest. For a second, I forgot about the children trying to unlatch themselves. “They’re fine, Arianna. But are you?” I asked gently. “Please, Alessia, don’t worry about me. I’m just in my PMS window. I’ve been having a series of emotional waves, but I’ll be fine,” she replied. I could almost hear the sad smile in her voice. I knew she suffered from severe symptoms every month. Camellia used to tease her endlessly about it. But this felt different. We were all worried it might be something more. “Alright, love

Matteo’s POV I did not go to work today. I did not go to Rinaldi Holdings either. My mind was not in the right place. I was still unsure about Alessia’s feelings toward me. Still unsure where I stood in her heart. But I planned to stop by the hospital in the evening regardless. I had just entered my study to finish some paperwork when my phone rang. I answered immediately. “What do you mean the children were in an accident?” I demanded, my voice sharp with shock and rising fury. The security officer on the other end sounded frantic. “Sir, they were chased by a black minivan. We attempted to track the plate number, but it was false. It doesn’t exist.” “And where the hell were you?” I snapped. “How did this happen? Where are they now?” There was hesitation. “Sir… they left the hospital with their mother. They were on their way to school.” My stomach dropped. “Alessia and Ruggero were in the car too?” I asked tightly. Ruggero was supposed to be recovering. Why was he discha

Matteo’s POV “Please, Matteo. Don’t.” Alessia’s words kept replaying in my head as I left the hospital garden. My emotions roared inside me like a stormy sea, but I could not show it. My demeanor became cold and aloof, wrapping around my heart like an icy grip. Anger coursed through me as I thought about what had just happened. Hurt and pain gnawed at my insides, a deep ache that seemed to consume me from within. Each step I took felt heavy, weighed down by the burden of my emotions. My jaw shut tightly, teeth grinding together with suppressed frustration. My fists clenched at my sides, nails digging into my palms as I fought to contain the turmoil raging within me. I walked back into the hospital. The nurses scurried past me. My face bore no warmth, my expression grim, until I arrived at Dottore Giovanni’s office. As I approached, I opened the door to meet him scribbling something on a patient’s folder. “Release them,” I said dryly. The doctor paused, confused. “Matteo Rinal