LOGINAria's POVThe ride to the boutique district passed in suffocating silence. Damian sat beside me in the back of his sleek sedan, his presence radiating controlled fury that made the air feel thick and dangerous. I pressed myself against the far door, trying to create as much distance as possible between us, but in the confined space of the car, escape was impossible.Lorenzo drove with his usual professional efficiency, his eyes occasionally flicking to the rearview mirror to check on his increasingly volatile boss. Even he seemed to sense the tension crackling through the vehicle like a live wire.When we finally stopped in front of Florence's most exclusive bridal and evening wear boutique, I felt my stomach drop. The pristine windows displayed gowns that looked like they belonged in fairy tales—each one undoubtedly costing more than most people's annual salaries."After you," Damian said with deadly politeness, holding the car door open with a gesture
Damian’s POVThe tedious ritual of escorting Adriana Montrosso through Florence's upscale shopping district had already tested my patience to its breaking point. For the past two hours, I'd endured her incessant chatter about fabric choices, jewelry selections, and the social significance of every detail for tonight's gala."The emerald necklace or the diamonds, Damian?" she asked for the third time, holding up two exquisite pieces that probably cost more than most people's annual salaries. "I want to look absolutely perfect tonight. After all, everyone will be watching us.""Either is fine," I replied curtly, checking my watch with deliberate obviousness. "We have other appointments to keep.""Oh, but this is so important," she purred, moving closer with that calculated grace that had probably charmed lesser men but left me cold. "Tonight marks the beginning of so many wonderful possibilities. Grandfather says you've been working too hard, that you need someone to help you appreciate
“You’re back already?” I asked Christian while I tried to read the look on his face. He seemed pissed.“Do you think this is normal?”I flinched and stared at him while he sat on the couch as if he had been waiting for me for hours.“Emmanuella, do you mind going upstairs for some bit?” Christian asked her as she immediately obeyed. I was in disbelief by his words but waited until Emmanuella was upstairs.“What?” I asked him, my ears must have deceived me. He was the one who had been lying to me, so how was I in the wrong?“This thing of yours, not picking up your phone, sneaking out— where were you? Let’s start with that.” He stood up from the couch and I immediately thought of Beau calling me a prisoner. Sneaking out the house? He was one to talk.“Excuse me?” I snickered, still trying to process his words but he appeared to be serious. “So I am not a prisoner, but you let people follow me outside and decide when it’s time for me to come home— is that it?”“I know you’ve been fuckin
All I ever wanted was a family, and that’s why I took a step back. Christian betrayed me, but I was not ready to let go of that small hope I had in building a family. I was not ready to let go of Christian. “I can’t.” I breathed.“So you’ll continue to live your life as a prisoner?” Beau asked with a disappointed look on his face.Chills left my body upon hearing those words. Prisoner? Did it not go a bit too far? Yes, Christian ordering everyone to report my every move was a bit annoying, him lying to me was unacceptable, but other than that it seemed fine— I’m sure there had to be an explanation for all of this. Everything Christian had done had always been in the baby’s best interest.He lied to me, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t fix this mistake.We had fixed our issues before, and we could do it again.“I’m not a prisoner.” I chuckled in disbelief— but the look on his face told me that he did not find this as funny as I did. “Once you’re in— you’re never fully getting out, you
It was the day after I had found out about the baby picture and no matter how much I’d call or text Vincenzo he would not answer.I was getting anxious since Christian wasn’t here— and even considered asking Olivia, Vincenzo’s address because I could not take it anymore.“Are you sure you’re not going to eat anything?” Emmanuella who had returned asked and I shook my head while I kept staring at my phone. The last person I had texted was Beau, and I hoped he would reply.“No, I’m good thanks,” I reassured her. “Yes, but how about the baby?” She asked, and pushed the plate towards my direction— forcing me to eat. Not in the mood to talk to her anymore, I had accepted the plate and started eating.“Emmanuella, you’ve been in this family for a long time, right?” I asked her as she nodded her head. “Yes, why?”“Do you know the Alfonzo’s?” I asked her. Emmanuella sat down on the opposite side of me. “Yes, of course, I know them— they’ve been a family friend for ages. It all started with Ch
Christian“It was Isobel Sala and your brother Enzo,” Carlo spoke.“They told me to spread the rumor and threatened me that I should never speak of the truth if I want my family to be safe— they threatened my wife, followed my son to school.” He cried.“Your brother told me to destroy you in every way possible, a-a-and Isobel told me this should end with Fabio putting a bullet through Serena’s head.”Christian was confused by the names he had spoken, and looked at the man to find a small hint of a lie, but couldn’t find anything. Johnny and Luca were just as flustered as he was by those two names. From all people it had to be their own cousin and the one, they trusted the most.“Fabio must already know by now, I’m so sorry.” Carlo cried.“See, that was not that hard.” Christian got up from the floor and was frozen by the news he had gotten. “Please don’t let them hurt me, please,” Carlo asked and grabbed his leg, but Christian’s mind was numb with total shock and disbelief.He slowly
Aria’s POV"Miss Rossi. We'll be going directly to the corporate offices. Mr. Cavalieri will meet you there in two hours."I nodded, not trusting my voice, and slid into the backseat. The interior was a study in understated luxury—supple leather that probably cost more than most people's annual sal
Aria's POV"You're insane, Aria!" Sofia's voice cracked. "How could you agree to something like that?"I told her everything. The phone call, the ultimatum, the way he'd used Jessica's life as leverage. Sofia listened with growing horror."This is exactly Damian's method," I said finally. "Instead
Aria’s POVThe morning shift at Romano's café came with a familiar routine that I'd grown to appreciate over the past week. Wipe down tables, refill sugar dispensers, take orders from tourists and local workers grabbing quick espressos before their day began. The work was simple, honest, and paid j
Aria’s POVThe small apartment felt even more cramped than usual when I finally stumbled through the door, my keys trembling in my hands as I fumbled with the lock.It was past midnight, and exhaustion weighed on my shoulders like a lead blanket. Every step up those narrow stairs had been agony, my







