All Chapters of Too Broken To Be Healed : Chapter 71 - Chapter 75

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’