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Vito and I had been giving each other the silent treatment for three days, and he never once reached out. With the Family’s enemies hunting me, I hid under a bridge and called him. “Vito, the Colombos are after me. Can you come save me?” Vito said coldly, “Antonia, are you playing the victim again? “I’m in the middle of a Family meeting. Don’t bother me!” The footsteps outside the bridge came closer. I said quietly, “I’m not lying.” He scoffed. “Fine. Wait for me, then.” I curled up under the bridge. The Colombos’ men shot me in the chest. Right up until my breathing stopped, Vito never came...

she complained. "I said wait outside." His voice deepened, carrying an edge of frost. Feeling intimidated, Vivian didn't dare argue further. She shot Louisa a venomous glare before leaving. Only George and Louisa remained in the office. He closed the door, walked to her side, and spoke in a serious tone, "Don't misunderstand. There's nothing between Vivian and me. She's the Price family heiress, and I have a project with her brother Caden Price, so we've inevitably been spending time together lately."

He and Kelly unleashed a barrage of blows, not stopping until she lost her unborn child. We called the cops as soon as the assault began. They were both hauled off in handcuffs, pleading with me through tears to bail them out. I walked away, my heart as hard as stone. The next time Alicia's name came up, it was tied to tragedy: Tony had suffered a heart attack, and she had been caught up in a pyramid scheme bust, landing her behind bars. Kelly, Jeff, and Alicia found their twisted reunion in prison. Meanwhile, I started anew in a different city with my daughter, securing a job at a new hospital.

So, it was actually Abigail who had drugged and slept with him that night? Elijah refused to believe it. After all, he had tormented me for five years, only to learn the truth after I disappeared. He had reduced the woman he held dearest into a jealous madwoman. Abigail was still crying loudly in the footage, but Elijah couldn't bear to listen anymore. His head throbbed with pain, his thoughts drifting far away. He remembered that morning when he woke up to find me lying beside him. All the memories of what happened in bed after he was drugged had come flooding back, and he exploded in a fit of rage.

She took Lyka first before she continued home herself. She is now sitting on her sofa. She closed her eyes for a long minute. She remembered the American. Lyka was right. She was insane. She wondered why she behaved like that. After all, she has nothing to worry about because Jon is not a killer. And one more thing, the day before that happened. She should forget because that thing is not really important anymore. She’s just going crazy.

he chuckled at the end of his story. "Now I know why he's like that," she murmured under her throat after hearing the story behind her husband's true identity. ——— KATLYN'S It was already midnight when I got up, and go to the bathroom to pee when all of a sudden I heard a bang that woke my soul up for Christ's sake. What the hell was that?

Becca's Pov Was he fucking serious right now! I thought shocked, was he really breaking up with me? Even though I was shocked, I wasn’t really surprised. I had somehow been expecting something to happen after I had overheard a conversation three weeks ago, between Ken and his best friend Pete.

I told her, which is not a complete lie. Laurel: “All alright, let me know if you need anything.” Me: “ Sure, thanks.” I put the phone back on the table and tried to get some sleep. I woke up three hours later, mostly because I was hungry. Getting off the couch, I had to throw away the breakfast and make myself a chicken sandwich with an orange. I sat back on the couch, watching TV while eating. When I was done, I decided to check the news about Jacob. Now it mostly turns down; I'm guessing the Milan PR team had something to do with it, because I don't believe something so significant could disappear.

If I go any deeper, will I ever reach an end? I hope I don't. I love this. I love my life. I love that I encountered Alessandro Valante. I love that we had a weird, very crazy journey. I love that we gave in to the attraction between us. I love that I didn't run away from it. Well... I do not love that I had to face a brutal kidnapping, but I love that the aftermath has revealed to me every beautiful element of Alessandro's personality and the love he has for me.

Adeline pleaded, looking at the reporters, hoping for some shred of understanding. But I knew I had won. The reporters didn't care about the truth; they cared about the drama. And I had given them exactly what they wanted. Ben stepped forward, playing his part perfectly. "Is it true, Adeline? Did you try to push Sasha out of the window?" he asked, his voice loud and authoritative. "No! I swear, I didn't!" Adeline's voice cracked, and I could see the desperation in her eyes. But the damage was done. The reporters had their story, and no matter what Adeline said, they had already made up their minds.