Lahat ng Kabanata ng Too Broken To Be Healed : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Matteo Rinaldi’s POV My heart skipped a beat at the mention of Giulia’s name, and my mind flooded with memories of the day before. I knew Giulia would do something tricky with that ridiculous story, but I did not expect her to act so quickly. I could not afford distractions at a time like this. I needed to sort everything out and find a way to make amends with Alessia. She had suffered enough before I realized how much she truly meant to me. I blinked my frustration away and waited for Federico to finish the call. Federico maintained his composure, expression carefully neutral as he listened to Vittorio’s request. When the call ended, he turned to me, brow furrowed. “What the hell do they want now?” I muttered under my breath, annoyed. “It concerns Ms. Giulia Conti,” Federico replied, tone grave. “It seems Raimondo Conti wishes to speak with you. He’s requesting your presence at the Conti mansion by noon for lunch.” I scoffed. “Who the hell does he think he is, ordering me arou

Alessia’s POV The weekend sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm golden glow across the kitchen as I walked downstairs with my children, already bathed and dressed. We stepped into the kitchen, ready to prepare breakfast and enjoy the morning together. Of course, I would be the one cooking. Soon, the irresistible aroma of pancakes sizzling on the griddle filled the air, blending beautifully with the rich scent of freshly brewed coffee for me and warm lattes for the children. I moved gracefully around the kitchen, flipping pancakes and pouring the steaming milk into cheerful mugs. “Mamma, can I help with the pancakes?” Renzo asked eagerly, his eyes shining. I smiled warmly. “Of course, Renzo,” I said, handing him napkins. “You can give these to your siblings.” “Okay, Mamma!” he replied happily before hurrying to the table. “Thank you, Mamma,” Tiziana said sweetly from her seat. “Do you need help with anything else?” Tino asked, his voice careful but attentive.

Alessia’s POV Leaning on the door, I felt my breath quicken and the urge to press my hand against my chest, but both hands were occupied with the children’s pizza and ice cream. “Why the hell did I let him kiss me like that?” I questioned myself, my mind spinning with uncertainty. “Was it just a moment of weakness, or was there something more?” Lost in my thoughts, I stood there in the hallway of the Conti estate in Italy, grappling with conflicting emotions. Part of me was drawn to Raffaele Ricci, his quiet strength and the kindness he tried so hard to hide. I also felt sorry for him because of everything he had been forced to endure. But another part of me was wary, unsure of what was truly going on behind those unreadable eyes. “Miss Alessia?” I turned as Nanny Franca’s warm voice broke through the silence, pulling me back to reality. “Is everything alright?” Nanny Franca asked, her tone filled with concern. Startled, I faced her, trying to compose myself. “Yes, everything’

Alessia’s POV As I stepped out of the steam-filled bathroom, a towel wrapped snugly around my body, I reached for the hairdryer to tame the unruly strands of my hair. The soft whirring of the dryer filled the air as I began to brush through the damp strands, coaxing them into submission. Midway through my hair-drying routine, the familiar buzz of my phone disrupted the tranquility of the moment. Glancing at the caller ID, I saw Matteo Rinaldi’s name flashing on the screen. My heart skipped a beat. Why the hell is he calling me from the… With each passing moment, the anticipation built within me, fueling my determination to seek out the truth, no matter the cost. As I finally finished drying my hair, I got to the wardrobe and selected a smart outfit to put on. I slipped on my favorite pair of jeans, a cozy jacket, and a cap to shield my face from prying eyes. I could feel the weight of what I was about to do settling over me like a cloak. With each step toward the door, my resolv

Matteo’s POV I sat in my study at Rinaldi Holdings, reviewing the recent developments shaking the business world. One report in particular caught my attention......a one-billion-euro investment from an anonymous source injected directly into the Conti company. “Who would do something like that and still claim to be sane?” I muttered. Unless there was an ulterior motive. I leaned back in my chair, exhaling slowly. The corporate battlefield was becoming more dangerous by the day...... and I would not allow Alessia to get caught in the crossfire. I picked up my phone and checked the screen. Morning had come and gone, and she still hadn’t responded to my request to meet. I dialed her number. It rang a few times before she answered. “Hello?” Her voice was soft. Guarded. “Alessia, it’s Matteo,” I said carefully. “I haven’t heard from you. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” There was a brief silence. I could almost hear her thinking. “I’m fine,” she replied. “Just trying to