Semua Bab From Ex-wife to his Uncle's Obsession : Bab 121 - Bab 130

(Author's POV) Chloe fell silent. She sat there for a few moments, thinking everything through before letting out a quiet, bitter laugh. "Of course it was." She had spent her whole life watching Tiziana fool the people around her. She knew that gentle voice, those sad eyes, and the way Tiziana always managed to make herself look like the most helpless person in every room. It was all an act. Everyone believed it except Chloe. She had seen through her long ago. "Tiziana had her own grudge against Celeste," Chloe said. "She needed someone else to take the blame, so she used you." Tiffany lowered her head and stared at the ground without saying a word. "Think about it," Chloe continued. "Celeste walked away from her marriage to Stefano Conti. Do you understand what that means? Half the women in this city would have done anything to keep a husband like him. Why would a woman like Celeste waste even a second thinking about Zachary?" She slowly shook her head. "None of it ever made s

(Author's POV) On the other side of the city, inside a large shopping mall, Vincenzo stood quietly in the corridor outside a bridal boutique. Celeste's clutch was tucked under one arm while he held his phone in the other hand. He was reading a message from Carlo, completely focused on the screen, when something small crashed into his leg. The impact was enough to send the little person stumbling backward onto the floor. Vincenzo lowered his eyes and saw a young girl sitting there, staring up at him. She had a high ponytail, a bright pink jacket, and the kind of expression that showed she couldn't decide whether she wanted to cry or be angry first. He recognized Bianca immediately. Not a single emotion showed on his face. He slipped his phone into his pocket, crouched down, and calmly helped her to her feet with one hand. Once she was standing again, he stepped back to leave a comfortable distance between them. Without saying a word, he took out his phone again and continued read

(Author's POV) The butler knocked twice before stepping into the room. He walked over to Guglielmo, bent down slightly, and whispered something into his ear. Guglielmo's expression did not change. He calmly placed his whiskey glass on the table before getting to his feet without saying a word. The painting was called Roses at Dusk. It was not expensive, nor was it famous. Its value had nothing to do with money. It had been painted by one of Guglielmo's closest friends, a man he had known since their university days. That friend had passed away fifteen years earlier, leaving behind only memories and a few precious pieces of his work. Guglielmo had kept the painting all these years because it reminded him of someone he could never replace. When he reached the hallway, his eyes settled on the small handprint smeared across the canvas. Bianca had already run back to the sitting room. By the time Guglielmo arrived, she was clinging tightly to Adelina, crying as though she had been deep

(Celeste Moretti's POV)Celeste stood in front of the full length mirror and gently smoothed the front of her white boucle jacket. It fit perfectly around her waist and matched the cream knee length skirt she had chosen. Eleanor's family bracelet rested neatly around her wrist, while her dark chestnut hair flowed freely over her shoulders. She looked exactly the way she wanted to look. Calm, elegant, and completely in control.At least that was how she appeared on the outside.The truth was that she was nervous.Very nervous.When she stepped out of the dressing room, she found Vincenzo leaning against the doorway. He watched her with that familiar look in his eyes, the one that always made it seem as though he had already figured everything out long before everyone else."You really thought this through," he said as he pushed himself away from the door and walked toward her.She smiled faintly. "I'm meeting your father properly for the first time. Of course I thought about what to we

(Author's POV) "Stefano." Adelina pushed past him and walked into the room. The moment she saw Bianca crying, she frowned at her son. "What on earth did you do to this child?" "I told her no," Stefano answered calmly. "She's only five years old." "Exactly," he replied in an even voice. "That's why this has to start now. If I don't teach her boundaries while she's young, she'll become impossible to handle in five years. In another ten years, it will be even worse." Adelina immediately knelt beside Bianca and pulled the little girl into her arms. She gently rubbed her back while Bianca buried her face against her grandmother's shoulder and cried even harder. "You're being too hard on her," Adelina said. "I'm being consistent," Stefano answered as he looked at his mother. "Those are two different things." Adelina was ready to argue, but she stopped when Stefano lowered his voice. His next words were so quiet that Bianca, who was still crying, couldn't hear them. "I really do