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Author's Pov.In the twenty-seventh floor office, Alexandro sat behind his mahogany desk. His laptop was open in front of him, but his eyes weren't on the screen. He stared blankly toward the window, as if pondering something heavy. His mind wandered to Lucia, to her growing belly, to the nausea that wouldn't subside, to the tears that kept flowing down his wife's cheeks.The door opened. Marco entered with a firm stride."Sir, Bianca's family has arrived.""Bring them in.""Very well, sir."Marco left. Alexandro stood up, straightened his suit, and walked to the living room. There, a middle-aged man with a tired face and a woman with swollen eyes sat on the sofa. Their clothes were simple, even shabby. Their hands trembled. They were Bianca's parents. The parents of Lucia's classmate who died in a foreign land."I'm Alexandro De Luca," Alexandro said, sitting across from them. "Thank you for coming.""We're the ones who should thank you, sir," Bianca's father said. His voice was hoar

Lucia's Pov.I heard everything. From behind the slightly open living room door, I watched Davina invite Marco to dinner, then saw him reject her curtly. I saw Davina smile faintly, not angry, not disappointed. She just nodded, then walked to the kitchen.Marco went to his office, leaving the hallway silent.I walked over to Davina, who was tidying the dining table."Davina," I called.She turned. Her face was calm, her eyes showing nothing."Can I help you, Madam?""I heard everything."Davina blinked. "Heard what, Madam?""Marco. His rejection. His harsh words."Davina smiled. "It's okay. I'm used to it.""You're not angry?""No.""You're not disappointed?""A little, but it's okay."I looked at Davina. This woman was too calm."Why did you invite him to dinner?"Davina stopped tidying the table. She looked at me."Because I wanted to say thank you.""Thank you?""Yes. Marco always protects me from Damien. He doesn't have to do it, but he does it anyway. So I wanted to say thank you

Author's Pov.The black car moved slowly. Marco sat in the driver's seat, both hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. His eyes were straight ahead, not turning left or right. His face was blank as usual, showing no emotion.Davina sat in the passenger seat, holding a bouquet of red roses on her lap. Her fingers occasionally touched the petals, gently, carefully, as if afraid of ruining them.They didn't speak.Not a single word had come out of their mouths since leaving the house. Only the sound of the engine, the sound of horns from other cars, and the sound of their own breathing, each trying to stay steady. Davina occasionally glanced sideways, looking at Marco's firm profile, his clenched jaw, his unblinking eyes. She wanted to talk but didn't know where to start.The restaurant was luxurious. Crystal chandeliers sparkled on the ceiling, marble floors gleamed, and neatly dressed waiters walked with silver trays in their hands. The appetizing aroma of Italian cuisine spread thr

Alexandro's black car entered the hospital parking area. The place where Bianca's body was autopsied. The place where unclaimed bodies were temporarily stored before being sent back to their families.Marco opened the door. Alexandro stepped out, straightened his suit, and walked to the entrance. His eyes were straight ahead, not turning left or right. His face was cold as usual."The forensic doctor is still in the lab, sir," Marco said."Take me there.""Very well, sir."They walked down the quiet white hallway. The smell of antiseptic was pungent. Neon lights on the ceiling shone brightly. There weren't many people, only a few nurses passing by, bowing respectfully when they saw Alexandro.At the end of the hallway, a door opened. A woman walked out.Doctor Reina.Alexandro stopped. The woman who had once been his mistress."Mr. Alexandro, long time no see."Alexandro didn't answer. His face remained cold."You're still the same as before. Cold. Stiff. Unfriendly.""What are you do

Nine in the evening. The large house began to grow quiet. Isabella was already in her room, probably already asleep while holding her unfinished knitting. Lucia was also asleep, with her growing belly and two babies moving inside her.Alexandro was in his office, maybe still busy with his laptop, maybe on the phone with someone, maybe just sitting in silence thinking about Matteo and all the chaos happening.Marco walked to the front door. His suit was back on, his hair still neat, his face still blank. He was like a robot. Morning to evening at the office, managing Alexandro's schedule, signing documents, attending meetings, answering calls, giving orders. Evening to night at this house, managing security, checking on the guards, making sure nothing was suspicious, making sure Lucia was safe, making sure everything went according to plan. Not to mention in the middle of the night, if there was an emergency call, he had to get up, get dressed, and go wherever Alexandro ordered him.He