Semua Bab AFTER FIVE YEARS, HE FOUND ME: Bab 21 - Bab 30

ALESSANDRO’S POVI sat at the head of the long mahogany table and barely heard a word the men said. The senior syndicate members of the Orsini Syndicate filled the room with their smoke and opinions while Valentino leaned back in his chair like he owned the place. I kept my face blank and rolled the dragon head ring around my finger with my thumb. The heavy gold felt cool against my skin. My mind refused to leave that breakfast table where I had ordered Adriana locked away. A son. She had hidden a child all this time. The question gnawed at me. How many people knew and kept their mouths shut while I chased ghosts for five fucking years?Valentino cleared his throat and spoke directly to me. “Don Vincenzo, you cannot marry Adriana. She is second-hand goods now. She’s damaged, and used. You saw it yourself she got married to Roman, and after five years, she ran away from her husband’s house. She will do the same thing to you, she has done it before. Vaelina on the other hand, brings fr

ALESSANDRO’S POVI sat behind my desk in the dim light of my office and stared at the photograph on the screen. Adriana walked beside that doctor in the market, her head slightly tilted as she listened to him. Cassian looked at her with open adoration in his eyes, the kind of look that made my blood simmer. It’s been one week. She had run from me seven days ago and already another man hovered close enough to smile at her like she belonged to him. I gripped the edge of the desk until the wood creaked. No one had the right to look at her that way. Not while she still carried my mark on her skin and my ring on her finger, even if she had tried to sell it.The tracker in that ring had led my men straight to the jeweler. They recovered it within hours. She thought she could erase me so easily. The thought brought a cold smile to my lips before the anger returned. I enlarged the photo and studied Cassian’s face again. He wanted her. I could see it in the way he angled his body toward her,

ALESSANDRO’S POVI gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. The engine roared beneath me as I pushed the car faster through the crowded streets. Horns blared around us but I did not slow down. Red lights flashed past in blurs. I swerved around a slow truck and cut across the intersection without a second thought. Rocco sat in the passenger seat beside me. He kept his mouth shut. The others in the back stayed silent too. They knew better than to speak when rage like this consumed me. My men had tracked the signal from her phone. I’d put a tracker on it since the day I found her and I never thought I would have to use that to find her, but here we are. Roman’s idiots left a trail a blind man could follow. Sloppy routes, no signal jammers, and no decoy cars. Only one fool operated with that kind of arrogance. Roman De Santis. The realization burned like acid in my veins. He had taken her again. We reached the old warehouse district on the edge of the city. I slammed

ALESSANDRO’S POVI stood over the hospital bed with my blood still boiling. Adriana looked small against the white sheets, her face swollen and bruised, yet her eyes held a stubborn fire that only fueled my frustration. I leaned in closer, my voice low at first but gaining heat with every word. “Tell me what really happened five years ago. Why did you marry Roman after everything we shared? I deserve the truth, Adriana.”She turned her head away and stared at the wall. Her fingers gripped the blanket until her knuckles paled. “You do not want to know any of it. Alessandro, please leave the past where it belongs.”“The hell I will leave it.” I slammed my hand on the side rail of the bed. The metal rattled under the force. “The night before your wedding, do you remember? You showed up at my door. We tore each other’s clothes off like the world was ending. You moaned my name for hours while I was inside you. I held you afterward and thought we had forever. Then I woke up alone. No note.

ADRIANA’S POVI turned toward the sound of my name and ice filled my veins. Valentino strode down the sterile hospital corridor with heavy steps. My stepmother, Cassandra, walked on his right with her chin held high while Vaelina flanked his left side like a perfect mirror of calculated elegance. My hand froze on my phone. How had they found me here so quickly? The question screamed inside my head as memories of their schemes flooded back. I slipped the phone into my pocket and forced my shoulders back. Pain flared through my bruised ribs but I refused to flinch. They would not see me crumble.Valentino stopped a few paces away. His sharp eyes scanned my swollen face, the dried blood on my clothes, and the exhaustion etched into my posture. A flicker of something crossed his face, not of concern, but of calculation. “You have made quite a mess this time, Adriana,” he started, his voice dripping with hate and frustration. “Dragging the family name through the gutters with your reckle