جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 130

Marco stormed into the mansion's library, his footsteps echoing off the floor. His rage still simmered beneath his skin, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. He had barely spoken a word since leaving Bella Vita, and Gino, sitting quietly in the driver’s seat on the way back, had wisely kept his questions to himself. But now, as Marco paced in front of the grand desk, his mood had only darkened.Gino remained near the doorway, his hands clasped behind his back. He had worked with Marco long enough to know that missteps in a moment like this could end in disaster. He wouldn’t speak unless spoken to.Marco finally stopped pacing, inhaled sharply through his nose, and exhaled in controlled fury. Then, in a clipped, breathless tone, he ordered, "Check whatever Salvatore sent to my email."Gino moved swiftly. He crossed the room and flipped open Marco’s laptop on the desk. As his fingers flew over the keyboard, a fresh email caught his attention. His stomach knotted as he read the subj

Delilah couldn’t sit in the car anymore.The longer she stayed, the tighter her chest became, as if every breath she took was being filtered through a fog of guilt and anxiety. Elder Donato's mansion loomed above her, a reminder of his words: "You wouldn’t be in this mess if you hadn’t gotten married to her." The phrase echoed in her mind, a constant whisper that blamed her for Marco's troubles, refusing to let her shake off the feeling of being the cause of his problems.Her hand trembled as she reached for her phone. She scrolled through her contacts until her eyes landed on Ruby’s name.She didn’t think. She just tapped it.The phone barely rang once before Ruby picked up."Tsk," came Ruby’s teasing voice, "Missing me already? I thought you’d never call."Delilah swallowed hard. "Hey."Ruby’s teasing tone faded. Her ears picked up on the slight shakiness in Delilah’s voice—something uncharacteristic for her normally confident best friend."Hey," Ruby said again, softer this time.

Morning light crept through the curtains like a silent intruder, brushing over the walls and casting a muted glow across the room. But the peace didn’t last. Loud voices, sharp and aggressive, echoed from downstairs, tearing through the silence like blades. The noise dragged Marco out of his sleep.He groaned, turning on the bed, his face twisting in irritation. His temples throbbed with a pulsing headache that matched the rhythm of the shouting below. His hand instinctively reached out to the other side of the bed, seeking warmth—Delilah.But the space was cold. Cold and empty.Marco sat up, squinting against the light, rubbing his forehead. The ache deepened. He frowned as his fingers ran over the crisp sheet where her body should’ve been."Where is she…?" he muttered, pushing himself to his feet. The pounding in his head grew sharper.Still groggy, he dragged himself toward the hallway. From the upstairs railing, he had a clear view of the chaos unfolding below.Two groups of men w

The mansion fell silent. Everyone had left, their voices lingering like smoke in the air. Marco lay there for a long moment before dragging himself up from the floor. His movements were sluggish, pain coursing through his body with every step. His vision blurred, and the bruise on his face had darkened, standing out against his pale skin.Gino rushed to his side, his eyes sharp with concern. Without a word, he slipped Marco's arm over his shoulder and supported him.Marco didn’t resist.He couldn’t.His body was too weak, his mind too clouded. The divorce had shaken him more than he’d thought possible. It had cut deeper, cracked something inside him.As they approached the car, Marco’s knees gave out, and his body crumpled."Boss!" Gino caught him just in time, his grip tightening as he lowered him gently into the passenger seat. He slammed the door shut, rushed around, and jumped into the driver's side.The drive to the mansion was quick, filled with the soft hum of the engine and th

Delilah hurried out of the mansion and rushed into the waiting cab, her cane tapping against the pavement as she moved. She couldn’t afford to pause. If Marco caught up with her, he’d demand answers. Answers she wasn’t ready to give. She took the cab to Ruby’s apartment. Her plan had been simple: leave Ruby’s and head to the small apartment where Aunt Mary was staying. That was before Gino’s call came in and everything went off course.The apartment door clicked shut behind her. The sound of a reality show echoed from the living room, mingled with Ruby’s hearty laughter."Hey, where were you?" Ruby asked, turning toward her. "The bowl of pasta you made’s gone cold."Delilah didn’t respond to the question about where she was. She didn’t want to lie, and the truth would only complicate things."You can reheat the pasta and have it," she said, her voice soft. "I’m heading to my apartment." Ruby smiled. "Really?" she said, clearly pleased. Ruby put aside the thought of the pasta no lo