جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 20

(Sofia's POV) It was still very early in the morning. Soft sunlight slipped quietly through the curtains, painting the room in a warm golden glow. The air was calm, peaceful — the kind of silence that only came before the world fully woke up. I felt Alessandro’s hand moving slowly around my body. I was still sleepy, drifting between dreams and reality, but I couldn’t help the soft sound that escaped my lips. A quiet moan. His touch was gentle, unhurried, as if he was afraid to wake me but couldn’t resist being close. His fingers traced lightly along my waist, pulling me a little closer against his chest. I let out a slow breath and shifted slightly in his arms. “Alessandro…” I murmured softly, my voice thick with sleep. He leaned closer behind me, his warm breath brushing against my neck. “Good morning,” he whispered. A small smile formed on my lips, even though my eyes were still closed. His presence felt comforting — safe in a way I had never known before. I tu

(Sofia's POV) One week had passed since the quiet night I prepared dinner for my husband. Life in the house had slowly settled into a peaceful routine, the kind of calm I never imagined I would experience in a place that once felt foreign. The tension that used to sit heavily on my shoulders had softened little by little, replaced by something gentler — something that felt almost like home. That morning, I woke later than usual, sunlight already spilling through the tall windows and filling the room with warmth. The faint scent of flowers lingered in the air, a comforting presence as I began my day. From the hallway, I could hear the soft sounds of the staff preparing breakfast. They had accepted me from the very beginning, their quiet efficiency a reminder that I was already part of this household. I walked down the grand staircase, pausing to take in the living room below. Everything felt balanced, orderly, and calm — a sharp contrast to the chaos I had once known. Near th

The next morning arrived gently, wrapped in soft sunlight that filtered through the curtains of their bedroom. Alessandro had been awake long before dawn. Sleep had hovered at the edges of his mind but never truly claimed him. His eyes had remained fixed on Sofia's sleeping form beside him, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest as though each breath was a promise he needed to witness for himself. I lay curled slightly toward him, my body still heavy with sleep, unaware at first of the quiet intensity of his gaze. There was a strange comfort in the warmth surrounding me — the steady presence of him beside me, the familiar scent of his skin, the gentle rhythm of his breathing. Even before I opened my eyes, I could feel it… the way he stayed close, the way he watched over me as if the world outside our room was something he needed to keep away. For a moment, I didn't move. I simply rested there, letting the silence wrap around us, pretending life was simple — that danger

(Sofia's POV)My heart was still pounding when the doctor finally spoke."Mrs. Alessandro," he said gently, looking straight at me, "the surgery was successful."For a second, I didn't understand the words.They floated in the air between us, heavy and unreal.Successful.My lips parted slightly, but no sound came out."He is out of danger," the doctor continued, his voice calm but serious. "We were able to remove the bullets and stop the bleeding. However…"He paused.That single pause made my chest tighten again."…he is still unconscious."The world seemed to tilt beneath my feet.Unconscious.Alive… but not awake.My eyes filled with tears instantly. Relief and fear crashed into each other inside my chest so violently that I could barely breathe. My legs felt weak, and I grabbed onto my aunt's arm to steady myself."Will he wake up?" I asked, my voice trembling.The doctor nodded slowly."Yes. We expect him to regain consciousness, but his body needs time to recover. He has been t

The interrogation room was silent except for the man's uneven breathing. He sat tied to the chair, sweat gathering at his temple, his eyes fixed on the floor as if avoiding reality could somehow protect him from it.Mr. Romano stood in front of him, quiet for a moment, studying him carefully before speaking."You said you are protecting your family," he said calmly.The man hesitated, then nodded slightly. His voice was weak when he finally spoke. "If I talk… they will kill my family."That answer made Mr. Romano pause, but not in sympathy. In assessment.He stepped closer slowly."And you believe that is your only threat?" he asked.The man didn't respond.A faint, almost unreadable expression crossed Mr. Romano's face before it disappeared again. His voice remained steady, controlled, almost conversational."Let me correct that for you," he said quietly.The man finally looked up.Mr. Romano continued without raising his voice. "The person you are afraid of… I can reach your family