All Chapters of PROTECTED BY THE DEVIL: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

DIANA"Absolutely, Alessandro. Beta-hCG is the most reliable test there is. There's a baby on the way."Silence settled back into the room. Heavy. Dense. I looked down at my stomach. A sense of panic started growing inside me. How could this be happening right now? In the middle of all this?Giuseppe—always the professional—continued his explanation. But this time, his tone was more careful. Almost fatherly."Additionally, Diana, we found significant levels of alcohol in your bloodstream. I know you didn't know you were pregnant, but going forward, it's absolutely essential that you avoid alcohol completely. It could pose risks to the baby's development."I nodded, still stunned by the news.My mind was still processing everything. And when my eyes met Alessandro's, all the confusion started giving way to grief. There was so much inside me. So much pain. I didn't know if I'd ever be able to forgive him for any of it.Giuseppe, sensing the tension in the air, asked quietly, "Do you two

DIANAThe night was freezing, rain slamming against my apartment windows. The sound of it mixed with the crackle from the fireplace, making everything feel cozy and sad at the same time. I was curled up on the couch, buried under a thick blanket, holding a mug of hot chocolate. Steam rose up against my face while I tried to find some comfort in this place—new, but already starting to feel like mine.I was lost in my head, replaying memories that wouldn't leave me alone, when I caught a flash of light cutting through the window. It blinked into the living room. Once. Twice. Like someone was trying to get my attention. At first, I ignored it, figured it was just some issue with the streetlights. But by the fourth time, this restless feeling crawled under my skin, and I couldn't pretend anymore.I set the mug down on the coffee table, let the blanket fall to the side, and stood up. I walked to the window, stopping right next to it, trying to see what the hell was going on outside. The he

DIANAThree months laterI sat on the porch, watching the ocean in front of me. Leaning back in my chair with a smile still on my lips, I thought about how good it felt to be back in Hawaii. I'd decided to spend some time at the property Rocco bought after Luca suggested it. It had been abandoned for a while, but it'd always held a special place in my heart, so I said yes.Sitting there, listening to the sound of the sea air around me, I felt a movement in my belly. My eyes went wide, and I immediately looked over at Luca, who was sitting next to me in a beach chair, lost in his own thoughts."Luca! He's moving right now!" I said, excitement clear in my voice.Luca's eyes widened before he shot up and came closer. I grabbed his hand and placed it gently on the top of my belly."You feel that?" I asked, my eyes shining.Luca smiled at me, his eyes full of enthusiasm."He's kicking," I laughed. "Maybe he'll be a tough guy like his dad, huh?" I tried to imagine what this little person gr

ROCCOAs I walked toward the waiting car, the memories of the past few days played through my mind like a movie. I thought about how Ramón told me he found me—trapped under rubble in a cave, leg broken, dehydrated, half-dead. I'd been unconscious. Didn't know who I was or how I'd gotten there. Ramón, out on one of his trips looking for mushrooms and edible fungus, had stumbled on the place by accident. With help from some other locals, he'd brought me to his home and called a healer to tend to me.When I finally woke up, it was like my whole mind had been wiped clean. I spent days trying to remember who I was. And when the memories came back? It was like a knife straight to the chest. From that moment on, all I could think about was Diana. The urgent need to get back home. But before I left, I knew I had to grab something from the rubble of that cave. Something I now carried wrapped in an old cloth.The neighbor's car was ready to go. I climbed into the back, and as it wound its way t

DIANANo seduction games this time. No smirk.This was serious.Rocco laid me on the bed like I was made of porcelain. Dawn light coming through the window, gold and soft. Every mark on his skin—the healed bruises, the new scars—told a story I needed to see.He kept his eyes on mine the whole time."Does it hurt?" he asked, voice so low it sounded like an apology."No. It's perfect."He kissed my forehead. My nose. My mouth. Slow. Like we had all the time in the world."I missed you so much," he murmured against my lips."Prove it."He kissed me again. Deeper. His tongue found mine, and I got lost in it. His hands slid over my body with a calm that almost hurt it felt so good. He touched every inch of my skin like he was discovering me all over again."You're even more beautiful than I remembered," he whispered."Liar.""Swear to God."He pushed inside me slow. Deep. We both groaned at the same time, and I closed my eyes. Every movement was a prayer. Every breath against my neck was a