Secret Wife Of The Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 107

The next morning dawned grey and cold.Rain drizzled against the windows, the sky heavy with brooding clouds, but Antonia barely noticed.Her mind was elsewhere — caught between a thousand regrets and a brutal, necessary determination.Today would be the day she took the first real step.Toward freedom.Toward safety.Toward a life where Matteo and Antonio would never again have to suffer because of her mistakes.Because that’s what Alessandro had become, hadn't he?A mistake.A beautiful, tragic mistake that she had loved too fiercely, too blindly.She finished helping the twins get ready for school, tying their shoelaces, smoothing their hair.Matteo clutched her skirt, looking up at her with bright, worried eyes."Mama, you’re coming to pick us up today, right?" he asked.Antonia smiled, forcing cheer into her voice."Of course, sweetheart," she said, ruffling his hair."And you’ll be there for the soccer game tomorrow?" Antonio piped up, his new blue hearing aid flashing as he til

The old restaurant on the edge of town had long since fallen out of favor.Its once grand chandeliers now hung crooked, dust clinging to their crystals like parasites. Torn leather booths and cracked mirrors lined the dim interior. A single flickering lightbulb buzzed overhead, casting shadows that seemed to crawl across the walls.Beatrice tapped her manicured nails against the table, her lips curled in impatience.Where was he?Her phone buzzed, and she snatched it up."On my way," Federico's message read.Beatrice sneered. Typical.Always late. Always careless.She adjusted her sunglasses, even though the place was so dark she could barely see, and crossed her arms over her designer coat.A few minutes later, the door creaked open.Federico strode in, looking more like a ghost of the man he used to be — thin, his face gaunt, his eyes hollowed out by rage and obsession.He slid into the booth across from her without a word.For a long moment, they simply stared at each other.Two br

The air reeked of gunpowder and betrayal.Alessandro’s hand gripped the pistol so tightly his knuckles turned white. His body, trained and battle-hardened, stood in front of his family like a fortress.Across the room, Federico grinned—madness gleaming in his eyes—while Beatrice stepped into the living room, heels clicking on the marble floor. Her gown shimmered like a snake’s skin, her lips curled in satisfaction as she lifted a small black pistol.“Why, Federico?” Alessandro growled, his voice hoarse with disbelief. “Why are you doing this?”Federico tilted his head, the grin never leaving his face.“Why?” he echoed. “Isn't it obvious? Because I can. Because for once, I want to destroy something you love as much as I loved you.”Antonia’s arms tightened protectively around Matteo and Antonio, her heart thudding in horror.Federico walked slowly toward them, ignoring the gun pointed at him.“I gave you everything,” Alessandro said, voice breaking. “I treated you like a brother—you we

The hospital walls were too white. Too quiet. The kind of sterile quiet that didn’t match the chaos pulsing inside Antonia’s chest. She sat stiffly by Alessandro’s bedside, her hands clutching his motionless one, her face pale but unreadable. The heart monitor’s steady beep was the only sign that he was still with her — somewhere behind the curtain of unconsciousness, somewhere she couldn’t reach.Alessandro had been in a coma for three Months.Three Months since he’d thrown himself in front of the bullet meant for her.Three Months since she’d held his blood-soaked body in her arms, screaming for help, praying to any god that would listen.Now, it was just her.Her and the silence.But the silence didn’t scare her anymore. What scared her was the thought of her sons growing up without the man who’d loved them so fiercely, who’d bled to protect them. What scared her was forgetting the warmth of his voice, the shade of blue his eyes turned when he smiled at her, the way he whispered “M