All Chapters of His Arranged Protection: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

LENA My body finally gave out, the moment we stepped through the front door. My hands started trembling before I even realised it. I curled them into fists, but the shaking only spread up my arms until I could feel it everywhere. On the island I had held everything together, but now that we were home, there was nothing left to keep it buried. The blade, the stillness of his body, and the smile on the Mister’s face right before the shot came rushing back all at once. Niccolò stopped in the middle of the entrance hall and pulled me into him without a word. His arms closed firmly around me, warm and steady, one hand cradling the back of my head. “It’s over,” he said. “The Mister is dead. Whatever he was doing for the woman behind this, it ends with him.” I pressed my face into his chest and tried to let what he was saying sink in. But the doubt wouldn’t leave me. “If he was only the money man,” I said quietly, “then the real danger is still out there. The woman. The girl. None of

LENANiccolò pulled me into a hug the moment I stepped through the door.His arms locked around me, and for a second I just let myself lean into the warmth of him. The guilt from the missed calls still sat in my chest, but the tension in his body told me the worry had been real.“I was starting to get concerned,” he said against my hair. “You weren’t picking up.”“I’m sorry.” I pulled back just enough to look at him. “I fell asleep at my desk. It was a long day at the foundation. I didn’t mean to lose track of time.”He studied my face for a moment, then he nodded toward the living room.“Sit down first. I want to show you something.”I followed him and sat on the edge of the sofa. He unlocked his phone, opened a photograph, and held it out to me. A young woman’s face filled the screen.I stared at it for a long moment. The features were unmistakable — the same eyes, the same expression I had seen on the rooftop when the helplessness fell away and the real smile took its place.Seein

LENA “I want to let it go.” Niccolò looked at me across the bedroom, waiting. “I’m tired of the fear,” I said. “Tired of the threats. Tired of not knowing who’s watching us, or when the next note is going to show up, or whether you’re going to come home with blood on you. I can’t keep living inside this case.” He didn’t answer right away. He sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor for a long moment. “I understand why you want to stop,” he said finally. “I do. But I’m not sure I can let it go. Not after everything she did to you.” “She had her reasons.” “Lena—” “She lost her brother. Victoria used her, pushed her into paperwork that got her arrested, and then left her with nothing. She isn’t the real villain here. Victoria is.” Niccolò’s jaw tightened. “It doesn’t matter what her reasons were. She still kidnapped you. She still threatened you. She still put your life in danger more than once. A reason doesn’t make that acceptable.” “I know it doe

LENANiccolò set the tickets on the kitchen counter like they were nothing.“A short trip,” he said. “No foundation or paperwork.’I stared at them, then at him. “I have too much work waiting for me.”“You’ve had too much work waiting for you since the day the foundation opened.” He leaned against the counter, unmoved. “You haven’t taken a single day off. Mia can handle things for a few days. That’s why you hired her.”“It’s not that simple.”“It is that simple.” His voice softened. “Come with me.”The idea of getting away with him, sounded better than I wanted to admit. I looked at the tickets again, then finally nodded.“Fine. But only a few days.”“A few days is all I’m asking.”-**The coastal town he chose was small and quiet. We spent the first day walking through narrow streets lined with shops that sold things no one strictly needed. We ate at places with handwritten menus and

LENAI woke up disoriented.The ceiling above me wasn’t the one from Alessia’s house. The light was softer. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic. For a few seconds I couldn’t place where I was or how I had gotten there. Then the chair beside the bed came into focus, and Niccolò in it.He looked exhausted. The moment he saw my eyes open, some of the tension left his face. “Hey,” he said quietly.“Hey.” My voice came out rough. “How long was I—”“A few hours.” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “How are you feeling?”“My head still feels heavy. But I’m okay.” I tried to sit up a little. “What happened?”Before he could answer, the door opened and a doctor walked in with a folder and a calm, practiced smile.“Good. You’re awake.” She checked the monitor briefly, then looked between us. “You fainted because of low blood sugar and low blood pressure. Both are fairly common in early pregnancy.”I stared at her.The words reached me, but I barely understood them.The doctor’s smile so