Mag-log inRomano’s POVThe silver bracelet lay in the center of my desk.Both Dante and I were watching it, nobody spoke for several seconds.Dante stood beside the window with his arms folded while I sat on my seat, staring at the bracelet with quiet curiosity.It looked harmless.Small.Delicate.Nothing about it explained why someone had risked breaking into my estate just to leave it behind.Dante reached toward it before looking at me.I nodded.He picked it up carefully, turning it over in his hands.“It’s beautiful.”“It nearly got one of my guards killed,” I replied.He sighed.“I meant the craftsmanship.”The bracelet caught the room light as he examined it. Tiny flowers had been engraved around the edges, each one almost too small to notice unless you looked closely.“I’ve never seen anything like this.”“Neither have I.”“It’s very unique and different, it should mean something.”“I’m sure it does.”“Is it bothering you?”“I don’t know.”That wasn’t entirely true.There was something
CHAPTER 35 – The CustodianRomano’s POVI barely slept.The word kept repeating itself in my head.The Custodian.It had been written at the bottom of the document Dante had found. Authorized by the Custodian.By eight o’clock that morning, Dante and I had already turned the library into another investigation room. Old mafia ledgers covered the table, church archives lay open beside intelligence reports, while boxes from the private storage room sat unopened on the floor.Dante closed another dusty file before sliding it aside.“Nothing.”I looked up from the document in my hands.“That’s the seventh family archive.”“And none of them mention a Custodian.”I leaned back in my chair, irritation settling in my chest. That didn’t make sense. Somebody had written this title, which meant it had existed at some point.“It has to be somewhere,” I muttered.Dante disappeared into the library before returning with a faded leather folder. “This came from one of Enzo’s records.”I opened it i
Romano’s POVThe date should have ended hours ago.Instead, I found myself standing outside Aria’s bedroom door, my hand resting against the frame as I watched her sleep. She had kicked the blanket halfway to the floor sometime during the night, and the sight made me smile despite myself.I quietly picked it up and pulled it back over her.She stirred.“You always do that,” she mumbled without opening her eyes.“I thought you were asleep.”“I was.”“Liar.”She smiled.“So are you.”I shook my head.“You make absolutely no sense in the morning.”“I learned from you.”A laugh escaped me before I could stop it and that wasn’t me that it has suddenly become my normal. Not because she made my life difficult, but because somewhere between protecting her and arguing with her, I had started looking forward to moments like this.I wasn’t sure when that happened, I wasn’t even sure how, all I knew was that leaving her room this morning suddenly felt much harder than it used to.Aria’s POVWhen
Romano’s POV I left my father’s office furious, after hearing he and the Cale family had been biggest allies, he didn’t say anything more, which made it very annoying. “some truths destroy more lives than lies.” Was all he had to say. Outside, Dante caught up to me. “Well?” “He told me enough to know he’s still hiding something.” I orders Dante to pull every archived document connected to the Vale family, including church registries, abandoned land records, hospital births, and private banking archives. “If someone erased them,” I said, “find the records they forgot.” Research Montage Hours pass. The mansion library becomes covered with old files, maps, photographs and registry books. There was nothing. Every trail ends with missing pages. Destroyed records. Burned files. Until Dante notices something. A handwritten church registry from thirty years ago. Unlike government records, it was never digitized, inside is a baptism entry. The handwriting is faded. Date
Then he kissed me, only for a second. The shock froze me, then reality returned. I shoved him away immediately. “What are you doing?” Thomas stumbled backward, guilt appearing almost instantly. “I’m sorry.” “No.” I stood. “You don’t get to do that.” “I wasn’t thinking.” “Clearly.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I just…” “You know I’m engaged.” “I know.” “You know how I feel about Romano.” He didn’t say anything because he couldn’t admit it, I could see his expression switch. “I said I was sorry.” “Now I’m asking you to leave.” His shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry, Aria.” This time… He really meant it. Without another word, he walked away from me, towards the direction of his car. The moment I saw him leave, I left the garden back to the mansion, I closed my eyes as I sank onto the sofa. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking, not just because of the kiss but also because I was wondering what Thomas was thinking of me throughout the times we’ve spent together. I walk
Aria’s POV I cried harder than I wanted to admit. Not because I thought Romano had chosen Valentina. Because for one terrible second… I believed he could. The thought hurt more than it should have. I sat curled against the headboard, wiping away another tear before anyone could see it. Unfortunately, someone had already knocked. “Aria.” Romano. I didn’t answer. Another knock followed. “Open the door.” “No.” Silence. “I know what you saw.” “So do I.” “You don’t.” His voice remained calm, which somehow irritated me even more. “I saw enough.” “You saw exactly what she wanted you to see.” I laughed bitterly. “Oh, that’s convenient.” “It happens to be true.” I stood and walked to the door, still refusing to open it. “Then explain it.” “I tried to move away.” “You were still standing there.” “I was.” “You let her touch you.” “I didn’t invite her to.” The conversation stalled. Finally, Romano sighed. “Aria… open the door.” Against my better judgment…I did. T
Romano’s POV The estate had been searched three times. Every hallway. Every staircase. Every security blind spot. Nothing, we couldn’t find the intruder or a body and that just proved whatever it was, wasn’t the best. I stood inside the security room watching camera footage replay for the fo
Aria’s POV“You almost got yourself killed.”The stranger’s hand was still wrapped around my wrist, I pulled away immediately I realized. “I’m fine.”The lie came too quickly.His gaze moved over me once, taking in the wedding dress, the slipping veil, and the tears I hadn’t realized were still f
Romano’s POV “Do you know what your problem is?”My father’s voice cut through the room like a blade, I didn’t answer, I remained silent..I stood near the floor-to-ceiling window of his hotel suite, one hand inside my pocket while the city of Milan glowed beneath us. Midnight lights beaming aroun
Aria’s POV“Where’s the groom?”The question followed me for the fifth time in less than ten minutes.I forced yet another smile at the wedding coordinator standing in front of me. “Probably with his groomsmen”. I knew he wasn’t because one of them had come to ask for him earlier. The woman nodde







