All Chapters of Too Broken To Be Healed : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Matteo Rinaldi’s POVThe sudden chime of my phone pulled me out of my thoughts. I glanced down and saw a message from one of the special operations members assigned to watch over my children.The kids are ready to be picked up.So Raffaele Ricci really didn’t have it in mind to send me the school closing time information.There was something about Raffaele Ricci that unsettled me deeply. I couldn’t quite place it yet, but I was determined to find out.“It’s time to go,” I said abruptly, standing up. “I’ll see you soon.”“Oh, come on, brother,” Luca complained. “We really thought we could finally have you to ourselves tonight.”“Yes, Matteo,” Marco added. “We thought we could hang out together.”I looked at them briefly and understood where they were coming from. But my responsibility was to my children and Alessia.“Sorry, guys. I’ll make it up to you.”Without waiting for their response, I walked out of the office and headed straight to my car. With the driver already in position and

Alessia’s POV The best part was that every single time I set my eyes on him, in pain or in joy, all I wanted was for him to be mine and for me to be his. Together with our kids, making one big beautiful family. Matteo joined me at the table, his gaze lingering on me until I felt uncomfortable. “What?” I asked, trying to break the silence. “Sorry,” he said, looking away. “I didn’t mean to stare.” He gulped down the alcohol in front of him, and we sat in silence for a while longer. I bet that although we still had our senses intact, we were both somewhat tipsy at the end of the dinner. Not wanting to be seen in that state, Matteo escorted me to the elevator that would take us to the private car park. The elevator suddenly felt hot. I felt it was just on my part, but I noticed Matteo unbutton his tuxedo, taking it off. Then he also went ahead to undo a few buttons on his shirt, revealing his perfect Adam’s apple and a glimpse of his chest. I gulped hard. I wished I could undo

Giulia’s POV I stared out the window as my father and I drove toward the outskirts of town. It had been a long time since I had left the city, and I certainly never imagined I would be leaving like this. I did not expect that useless lawyer to suddenly appear and try to ruin everything. I took a breath and turned toward my father. “Dad,” I finally broke the silence, my voice steady. “What exactly is the situation with the lawyer?” My father sighed deeply, his eyes fixed on the road. “He was caught trying to sneak out of the hospital to meet Alessia. We’ve placed enough security around him now, so he won’t be able to reach out to her again. But surprisingly, the latest report says he has lost his memory.” I felt a flicker of relief, but it quickly turned into suspicion. “That’s good,” I said slowly, “but if he has lost his memory… then who sent a message to Alessia?” “That’s exactly what we’re going to find out,” my father replied firmly. We continued driving in silence unti

Alessia’s POV Sitting at the table in my study, the flickering light from my laptop cast shadows across the room. My heart pounded as I scrolled through the latest press releases about my return. The media was relentless. I was everywhere—in every tabloid, every blog post, every news site. Some pictures showed me alone, others with Matteo Rinaldi. I knew this was the effect we wanted, but a nagging unease settled in my chest. “Stefano’s statement was already in circulation since Alessia was presumed dead,” the Conti family lawyer declared in one clip, his voice smug. “But her resurfacing means she’s the one behind the release of those videos. This is a direct attack, and the family will fight back—legally, of course.” His laughter echoed coldly in my ears, a hollow sound that made my teeth grit. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the screen. Was it really worth it? The lawyer’s words replayed in my mind. I had told Matteo I didn’t want my children exposed yet. Staring at the

Giulia’s POV I stared at the screen with deep hatred in my eyes. My stomach twisted in knots as I watched the captured scenes where Matteo Rinaldi was gentle, nice, and very attentive to all of Alessia’s needs. She was one hell of a bitch, and oh, she had the nerve to show up at dinners when she was supposed to be dead. "Father," I called out again. "How can Matteo take Alessia out when I'm still in his house? How can he do that to me?" My father's eyes never left the screen, his expression as cold and calculating as ever. "All the more reason our revenge should be done in silence so that when it hits, it will have a loud and long-lasting impact on them." I nodded, swallowing hard. "Okay, Father." I forced myself to look back at the screen, my anger bubbling to the surface. Alessia’s face filled the television, and I sneered. "Pathetic. She always finds a way to make everything about her, doesn't she?" Just then, the phone rang. I picked it up, my hands shaking. "Hello, Be