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Iâm really sorry for going quiet these past two days, I know I left you all hanging and I feel so bad about that. Iâve just been caught up with something important, but you guys have honestly been on my mind the whole time. Updates will officially resume on the 25th, and I promise to make it up to you by dropping multiple chapters to cover the missed days, no excuses this time⊠and trust me, the updates coming are HOT HOT đ„ you donât want to miss whatâs about to happen. Thank you so much for your patience, your love, and all the support youâve been giving me. It truly means more than I can say, and Iâm so grateful to have you all on this journey with me. I hope youâll keep supporting me as we continue, because without you guys, this book is honestly nothing⊠so I sincerely thank you đ„șâ€ïž Love you always đCiaraâs pov.The tune came slowly at first, pulled from a memory I had not touched in years. It was an old Italian lullaby she used to sing whenever I woke from nightmares as a child. I could not remember every word, so I hummed the parts I knew, running my hand gently over her back the same way she used to do for me.My mother went still and her grip tightened painfully around my waist but I ignored the pain and continued humming.The room seemed to soften around us. Ella quietly moved farther away, giving us privacy, while I held the woman who had once sung the same melody beside my bed.For a few minutes, I was no longer a pregnant woman sitting inside a dangerous estate. I was a child again, and she was still the mother I believed could protect me from anything.Her sobs slowly weakened and her breathing steadied, though she did not release me. When the last note faded from my throat, silence settled between us and I blinked back the tears that were taking form in my eyes âYou re
Ciaraâs POVI stared at my mother, unable to move.Cici.She had not called me that in years.There was a time when the name followed me everywhere. She used it when I stole sugar from the kitchen, when I hid beneath her dresses during family gatherings and whenever I ran into her room with scraped knees after playing too roughly with Valerio. Back then, she would shake her head and call me her troublesome little Cici while cleaning the dirt from my skin.Then Valerio died or at least, we were made to believe he had.After that, everything changed. The laughter disappeared from our home, my father became colder and my mother slowly stopped looking at me like I was her child. Cici died with my brother, replaced by Ciara, spoken with distance and painful formality.Yet now she was on her knees, holding my legs and crying that forgotten name into my dress.âMy Cici⊠Dio mio(My God), my little Cici.âHer voice broke, and something in my chest twisted painfully.I looked at Ella, silently
Ciaraâs POVMy fatherâs hand froze in the air.For one terrible second, nobody moved. His palm remained raised, my motherâs fingers tightened around mine and I stood between them with my heart pounding so hard that the room seemed to pulse with it. Then his eyes shifted towards the doorway, and the anger on his face disappeared beneath something I rarely see in him...Fear.I followed his gaze and Dax stood at the entrance.I had been so focused on my father that I had not heard the doors open, and the sight of him there pulled the breath from my lungs. His face was calm, but his eyes had turned crimson. The colour burned against the cold stillness of his expression, and the pressure coming from him made the air inside the room feel thick.Lance stood beside him, silent and rigid. He did not look as openly furious as Dax, but the dark look in his eyes suggested someone had offended him personally. His current pressed faintly against the walls, controlled but heavy enough to make the se
Ciaraâs povThe look on his face held the same cold, unreadable expression I remembered from the day my brother died and right now, seeing me, there was no joy in seeing me after so long, no relief that I was safe, not even anger. He looked at me as though I were a matter he had come to settle.My mother sat beside him.From across the room, the expensive dress, carefully styled hair and jewellery made her look as composed as always, but now that I was paying attention, I saw what the presentation was hiding. The makeup beneath one of her eyes was heavier, and there was a faint swelling near her cheekbone that the powder had not fully concealed. She kept one arm close to her body, moving stiffly whenever she adjusted her position.My stomach turned.Had my father hit her again?I could not be sure. There could have been another explanation, but my mind went there because I had seen enough throughout my childhood to know it was possible.I looked away before she noticed me staring and
Ciaraâs POVAsherâs claws were already out by the time I reached him.They extended from his fingers, dark and sharp, while his eyes stayed fixed on Dante with a stillness that promised far more than another bottle to the head. The servants tending to Inaraâs father kept glancing at him nervously, and even the members of the Dagon family who had arrived wearing pride on their faces no longer looked so comfortable.I caught Asherâs arm before he could move.âAsher, donât.âHe looked down at my hands, then back at Dante. âMove aside, little venom. You should sit down and enjoy this show.ââAsher.ââI warned him not to misbehave.ââI know.ââAnd now he has made her cry.âHis voice had become dangerously quiet, and the sight of his claws so close to my dress sent another rush of panic through me. He was not joking this time. If I released him, Dante would probably not leave this room alive.Asher finally looked at me, anger burning beneath the coldness in his eyes. âPeople like him survi
Inaraâs povMy father laughed harshly, but it did not sound confident a bit. I know my father and right now, I could swear he was afraid, âYou think I am afraid of threats?ââNo. I think you are too arrogant to recognize one.âAsherâs voice remained calm and that calm was more frightening than shouting.âDeath would be easy. One cut and you are finished. I would not waste something that merciful on you. I would remove everything you use to frighten her, slowly, then leave you alive long enough to understand that your daughter survived you.âMy fatherâs face lost some of its colour and for the first time in my life, I watched Dante struggle to answer.He had always been impossible to silence. People lowered their heads when he entered rooms. Men twice his size measured their words around him, and even the rest of the Dagon family rarely challenged him once his temper rose.Yet Asher stood in front of him as if he were nothing but just an ugly old man who had thrown something at the wro







