Semua Bab The Don’s Secret Obsession : Bab 131 - Bab 136

The regular access schedule activated without adjustment.Twice weekly. Thirty minutes. Supervised. Logged. Fixed days, fixed times, no informal additions. Victor issued the calendar to the relevant parties under Luca’s final approval. Serena received her copy through the housing staff. Matteo received confirmation that his own logged visits to the housing remained separate from the access intervals and subject to the same revocation language. The structure did not blur the two.Serena attended every interval.She arrived under escort, held her daughter for the full thirty minutes, spoke in a low voice that the guards logged as present but did not fully capture, and released the child when the time ended without requiring physical intervention. The composure cost her. By the third interval the cost was visible in the careful way she walked back to the vehicle and in the long silence that followed once she was returned to the housing. She did not miss a single scheduled contact. She al

The first developmental flag appeared in the medical notes at four months.Nothing critical. Lucia’s weight gain had slowed for a two-week stretch, then corrected. The household physicians noted it, adjusted the feeding guidance, and marked the file for closer observation. Luca received the summary the same afternoon and authorized the adjusted protocol without expanding the circle of decision-makers. Sofia was informed as counsel on welfare matters. Serena was informed, through Victor, that the child’s medical status remained stable and that the access schedule was unchanged.She received the information in the prepared housing and sat with it for a long time after the staff member left.Matteo was permitted entry an hour later. He found her standing at the window with her arms folded tightly across her midsection, the posture she used when the arithmetic of the schedule had become harder to breathe through.“They told me her weight dipped,” Serena said without turning. “Then it corr

Snow fell soft and steady beyond the tall windows, blanketing the gardens in white. Inside the main house the fireplaces glowed, the long dining table stretched to its fullest, and every chair was filled with people who, against every old odds, belonged there. Lucia, seven, sat between Serena and Lorenzo, carefully copying the way her mother placed the napkin in her lap. Matteo’s hand rested openly over Serena’s on the tablecloth, the new engagement ring catching the candlelight each time either of them moved. Across from them, Valentina leaned into her husband’s side, one hand resting on the gentle curve of her stomach. Victor’s arm was around the back of her chair like it had always belonged there. Romano sat near the head of the table, already being claimed by the children. “Nonno, look,” Lucia said, holding up a folded paper snowflake she had made earlier. “I cut it myself. Mama only helped a little.” Romano took it with great seriousness, turning it toward the light. “This is