LOGINALESSANDRO’S POVI stormed through the heavy oak doors of the Rossi estate with my blood already boiling. Marco had found me barely twenty minutes earlier. The man kept his head low and his voice tight with shame as he explained how Adriana had played them all. How she had looked him straight in the eyes, used the tone she learned from me, and ordered the team to stay behind while she slipped away alone. How something in her voice had not connected with him at the time, but he followed her command anyway. The second he confessed I felt a sharp twist in my chest. I knew exactly where she had gone. No other place made sense.I had called Rocco immediately. He had pulled up the information fast and confirmed the worst. Roman and his men had been spotted heading toward the same address. My woman had walked straight into the lion’s den carrying nothing but her pain and her questions. The thought of her facing them alone sent fresh rage surging through my veins. I gathered my best men and
ADRIANA’S POVI slipped my phone back into my pocket, my fingers trembling against the cool metal. Alessandro stood a few feet away, deep in conversation with one of the doctors about Luca’s transfer to the new wing and the last details of his surgery. He hadn’t seen me answer the call. Good. I couldn’t tell him. At least not yet. There were things I needed to sort out by myself without involving him. Valentino’s voice still clawed at the inside of my skull, cold, commanding, and furious. Adriana. Come home this minute. Don’t test my patience. The demand burned like acid. But I had no choice than to oblige. I needed answers, I needed to look into the eyes of the man who had sold me like livestock and ask him why. Ask him why he had destroyed my mother. Ask him why power had mattered more than his own flesh and blood.I walked back to Alessandro and touched his arm, forcing my voice steady. “I need to step out for a bit. Luca needs clothes, his favorite blanket… and some familiar thi
ADRIANA’S POV My phone rang as I fished it from my pocket. The hospital number flashed across the screen. “It’s the hospital,” I muttered to Alessandro. I answered immediately, pressing it tight to my ear. The nurse’s voice came through shaky and urgent. “Ms. Rossi, there is a situation that requires your presence,” she said. “There is a man here, his name is Roman De Santis. He arrived with several armed men and he’s been demanding access to Luca. He claims he is still legally listed as the father in some records and he is threatening to take the boy if we do not comply. Security are trying their best to hold them at the entrance but they are getting aggressive. We need you here now before things get messy.” The world narrowed to a single point. Roman. At the hospital. Trying to take my son. I felt the blood drain from my face. My knees nearly buckled. “What do you mean he is there? … Roman DeSantis?” I said, my voice shaking. Alessandro took the phone from my hand before I cou
ALESSANDRO’S POV I sat in my study the next morning with the weight of everything pressing down on me. Sunlight cut across the desk but it brought no warmth. Luca was my son. Five years of his life had passed without me. Five years of Adriana suffering alone while I believed the worst of her. I had missed his first steps, his first words, and the fear in his eyes when his heart acted up. The anger inside me had nowhere to go except toward the people who engineered all of it. My phone rang, it was Rocco calling. I picked up on the second ring. “Boss,” he called out immediately I picked up. “I found it.” I sighed deeply, knowing what he was talking about. The truth. The truth from five years ago was now standing in front of me and all I had to do was sit here and listen to it. “Meet me in my study,” I replied in a low voice. Rocco arrived thirty minutes later carrying a thick file. His face told me the news would be worse than I had imagined. He sat down across from me without wai
ADRIANA’S POVI stood outside the doctor’s office as I heard Alessandro speak with the doctor. My arms stayed wrapped around myself as if that could hold all the fear inside. He listened carefully and asked sharp questions. Part of me still could not believe this was happening. The man who had stormed out of the hospital in rage now stood there arranging surgery for our son. The father Luca never knew stood ready to give whatever the doctors needed. I wanted to cry from relief but I held the tears back. I had cried enough for five whole years. Alessandro finished with the doctors and walked out of his office only to run into me. He walked toward me, his steps stayed steady but his eyes carried a weight I had not seen before. He stopped in front of me and spoke in a low voice. “The surgery is scheduled for three days from now. They will run more tests on both of us tomorrow morning. The defect is a ventricular septal issue with some complications in the surrounding valves. They wil
ALESSANDRO’S POV I sat in my study the next morning with sunlight streaming through the tall windows. Sleep had barely touched me. The whiskey from the night before still lingered in my system but the truth burned away the fog. Luca was my son. My own flesh and blood. The boy I had kept Adriana from seeing. The child I had dismissed as Roman’s. I clenched my fists on the desk and stared at the grain of the wood. People had lied to me. They had lied to her. They had torn us apart for their own gain and I would make them pay.I picked up my phone and dialed Rocco. He answered immediately. “Boss.” “I need everything from five years ago,” I said. My voice came out flat and cold. “Every detail about Adriana’s sudden marriage to Roman. I need to know who pushed for it. Who sat in the rooms and decided her fate. Who fed me the lies about her choosing him. I want their names, and their families. I want proof. Be thorough, I do not want any of them to escape this time. Not her father. Not th
ADRIANA’S POV My breath caught in my throat. Alessandro’s question hung between us like a challenge.“Tell me something, Rosa,” he murmured close to my ear. “How wet are you under your panties?”Heat rushed to my face. The ballroom seemed to disappear, the guests, the music, and the whispers. Ever
ALESSANDRO’S POVI strode down the dimly lit west wing corridor, my footsteps echoing against the marble like distant gunshots. The meeting with my capos had stretched well into the night, leaving a sour taste in my mouth that no amount of whiskey could wash away. “Don, the evidence is clear, Vale
ADRIANA’S POVI followed Alessandro out of the club on legs that felt like they belonged to someone else. The rain had slowed to a miserable drizzle, but my clothes remained cold and heavy, plastered against my skin like a second layer of shame. The words I had spoken earlier still echoed in my mi
ALESSANDRO’S POV“Looks like the ground is crumbling faster than you expected,” I said quietly, my voice echoing across the deserted space. “Now tell me, Adriana. Are you ready to reconsider my offer?”I watched her spin around in the middle of the empty club floor like a broken doll caught in a st







