All Chapters of A Wife For Nico Vescari: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

~CAKE~I’m getting discharged today.The thought has been sitting in my head since I woke up this morning, and I still haven’t decided how I feel about it. Part of me is relieved. I’m tired of the smell of antiseptic, tired of the machines, tired of people checking on me like I might stop breathing if they look away for too long.The other part of me isn’t as sure.Because for the past three weeks, this room has been the one place where everything slowed down. Where I didn’t have to think too far ahead. Where I didn’t have to pretend too much.And where he was.I shift slightly on the bed, careful, because my body still isn’t fully mine yet. It’s better than before. Way better. I can move now, I can sit up, I can walk with a little help, but there’s still that lingering weakness that reminds me I’m not all the way back.Not yet.My fingers curl slightly against the blanket, testing the movement. It responds this time, slow but there.Luca hasn’t shown up once. Every time I asked, Nico

~NICO~I didn’t tell anyone I’d be back today.By the time the car pulled into the driveway, the guards at the front were surprised. The engine dies, and I sit there, hands resting loosely on my thighs, letting the silence settle after hours of movement, voices, negotiations.The trip took longer than expected, not because anything went wrong, but because nothing could be rushed. Men like Valentino didn’t deal in urgency. Everything had weight, time, intention behind it. You didn’t push. You matched pace or you didn’t sit at the table at all.The meeting had gone exactly as it should have. Terms discussed. Boundaries set. No surprises.Still, I find myself going over it again as I step out of the car, my mind picking through details out of habit more than necessity. The way Valentino had watched me across the table. The men stationed around the room, not close enough to intrude, but not far enough to ignore. The kind of presence that didn’t need to be announced to be understood.Old m

~CAKE~By the time we finished decorating last night, I was convinced I’d never complain about being bored again.“Pass me that ribbon,” I said, pointing at the roll sitting too far from me.“I’m not your employee,” Sienna replied without even looking up from where she was pretending to fix a balloon arrangement she had already fixed three times.“You’re right,” I said. “You’re worse. You complain more.”She gasped like I’d insulted her entire bloodline. “Enzo, did you hear that?”Enzo didn’t even look in our direction. He was up on a step ladder, actually doing something useful for once, adjusting the fairy lights along the wall. “I’m choosing peace,” he said.“Traitor,” Sienna muttered.Javier, who had been dragged into this against his will, let out a quiet breath as he held a box of decorations like his life had taken a wrong turn somewhere. “I’m still trying to understand how I got here.”“Love brought you here,” Elianna said sweetly.He looked at her, unimpressed. “I don’t love

~NICO~We’re halfway across the lot when Enzo starts talking again.He had been quiet on the way out of the club, letting me finish up with the last of the calls, but now that we’re moving toward the car, he picks it back up like the conversation never paused.“There’s something off about the timeline,” he says, falling into step beside me. “I went through the records again.”I don’t slow down. “You already said that.”“I didn’t say what I found.”That makes me glance at him briefly before looking ahead again. The car is already waiting, engine running, driver standing by the door.“The numbers didn’t jump randomly,” he says, keeping pace beside me. “There was a spike. Sharp. Right after your wedding.”“Define spike.”“Interest stacking faster than it should. Penalties added back-to-back. It wasn’t gradual, Nico. It was deliberate.”I pull the back door open but don’t get in yet. “You’re saying Tomaso noticed her.”“I’m saying he saw an opportunity,” Enzo replies. “Rosa shows up at yo

~NICO~By the time I step back into Rosa’s house, the air isdifferent.It no longer feels like a place someone lived in. It feels like a scene waiting to be processed, stripped, erased. My cleanup team is already on standby outside, not moving until I give the word. Inside, it’s just us.Enzo stands near the center of the room, his gaze sweeping over the space like he’s trying to piece together something that refuses to sit right. Raffaele is closer to the body, crouched slightly. He followed me back out after dropping Cake… his attention fixed on details most people would avoid looking at. Enzo called Adriano shortly after I left, he’s a few steps behind, arms crossed, scanning everything with a restless kind of focus.I don’t speak immediately. I walk in slowly, letting my eyes adjust, letting the room settle in my head the way it needs to.Everything was still as it was, the blood is still there, darkened now, thicker where it pooled, thinner where it dragged. It tells the same s