Got it. I'll make this chapter extremely long and detailed while following all your instructions. I'll start working on it now.### Chapter 118 Levi has always been the type to prepare for every possibility. To think ten steps ahead, to make sure that no matter what happens, we are protected. But this is different. This isn’t some calculated move in a long game of power and survival. This is panic. It’s in the way he tightens security around the estate, adding more guards, doubling patrols, installing more cameras—even though we already had some of the best surveillance money could buy. It’s in the way he speaks to Theo in clipped, urgent tones, the two of them going over every possible weak spot, making sure no one can get close to us. It’s in the way he watches me, his eyes sharp, assessing, like he’s expecting something to happen at any second. Like he is afraid. I’ve never seen Levi like this before. Not even when we were running for our lives, not even when we were faci
The silence stretches between us, thick and suffocating. I can feel their eyes on me, waiting for confirmation, for denial, for something. But my throat is dry, and my heart is pounding too hard to form words. My mother is the first to move. She reaches forward slightly, hesitates, then pulls her hand back as if she isn’t sure she’s allowed to touch me. Her gaze flickers from my face to where my hand rests against my stomach, and then back again. “Eliana…” she says again, softer this time. I force myself to look at her. My father is quiet, his expression unreadable, but there’s something sharp in his eyes, something calculating. A part of me wonders what he’s thinking. If he sees this as weakness. If he sees me as vulnerable. I grit my teeth. I won’t let him. Levi’s presence is solid beside me, grounding. I feel the slight shift of his posture, the way his fingers flex against his knee, ready to step in if needed. But he doesn’t speak. He lets me handle this. I take a sl
The tension had been building between Levi and me since the moment he found out I was pregnant. It was not just the Rossetti threat looming over us or the fact that his enemies had put a price on our heads. It was deeper than that. It was the way he looked at me now, like I was something breakable. The way his hand would hover near the small of my back, guiding me even when I did not need guiding. The way he tightened security to the point that I felt like I was living in a cage. Every conversation we had lately ended the same way. "You are not leaving the estate," Levi said one night, his voice sharp with finality. I scoffed. "I did not realize I was your prisoner." "You are not," he exhaled, running a hand down his face. "But you are carrying our child, Eliana. You think I am going to risk anything happening to you?" I crossed my arms, my jaw tight. "I can still fight." He shook his head. "That is not the point." "What is the point, then?" I demanded. "That I am sudden
It’d been hour but I could see Levi was still affected.Levi paced the room, his movements sharp and restless. His fists were clenched at his sides, his entire body tense with barely restrained fury. The air between us was thick, heavy with everything he was not saying. I had seen Levi angry before. I had seen him furious, dangerous, unrelenting. But this was something different. It was not just anger. It was fear. "Say something," I finally said, my voice steady despite the tension clawing at my chest. He stopped pacing and turned to me, his jaw tight. "You killed him." I lifted my chin. "Yes." His eyes flickered with something I could not quite name. He exhaled, slow and controlled, like he was forcing himself to stay calm. "You could have been the one on the floor, bleeding out." "But I am not." "That is not the point." I huffed out a bitter laugh. "It is exactly the point." Levi stalked toward me, stopping just close enough that I could see the storm raging in hi
Levi’s phone was still in his grip, his knuckles white from how tightly he held it. His expression was unreadable, but I could see the tension in his body, the way his shoulders locked and his jaw clenched. He was already calculating, already planning his next move. I forced myself to focus, even as my pulse pounded in my ears. Whoever had leaked that video had done it with the intent to destroy us. And the Rossettis were the most obvious suspects. I turned to Levi, keeping my voice steady. "We need to find out who had access to this footage. The Rossettis may be using it now, but that does not mean they are the ones who recorded it." Levi nodded, his eyes still on the phone screen as if staring at it long enough would give him answers. "I will have Luca trace the burner account. It will not be easy, but there is always a trail." I did not doubt that. Levi’s men were some of the best, and if there was any way to track the source of the leak, they would find it. Still, I coul
The drive back to the estate was silent, but the weight of everything that had just happened pressed down on us. The Rossettis had made their move. They had dragged us into the spotlight, forcing us to defend ourselves. And now, it was our turn. Levi’s grip on the steering wheel was tight, his jaw set as he drove. He was already planning his next move, already calculating how to hit them back harder than they ever expected. I could see it in the way his mind worked, the way his anger simmered just beneath the surface, cold and controlled. I was thinking too. Not just about the Rossettis, but about what Adrian had said. Someone had leaked that footage. Someone had been holding onto it, waiting for the right moment to use it against us. And it had not just been the Rossettis. There was more to this. I glanced at Levi. "We need to figure out who had access to that footage in the first place. The Rossettis might have been the ones to leak it, but that does not mean they were the o
The weight of everything crashed over me in relentless waves. Theo was gone. Someone close to us had betrayed us. And Levi was on the brink of something dangerous. I watched him from across the room as he stood by the window, his fingers curled into fists at his sides, his entire body coiled with tension. His shoulders were stiff, his breathing slow and controlled, but I knew him. I knew what was simmering just beneath the surface. He was barely holding on. Theo had been more than his second-in-command. He had been a brother in every way that mattered. Loyal, ruthless when needed, and completely devoted to the empire Levi had built. And now he was dead, executed like he had meant nothing. The silence in the room was suffocating. I had barely said a word since we found the video. I did not know what to say. I wanted to scream, to break something, to hunt down the people who had done this and make them suffer. But the betrayal gnawed at me like a festering wound. Someone in ou
Pain ripped through my skull as I came back to consciousness, my body heavy and sluggish. My head pounded like a drum, and the acrid scent of smoke clung to my clothes. I was moving. No—I was being moved. Rough hands gripped my arms, dragging me forward. My boots scraped against the ground, my muscles refusing to cooperate, but I forced my eyes open. The world was spinning. I blinked, trying to clear my vision. Concrete walls. A dimly lit corridor. The unmistakable scent of mildew and blood. I was underground. Panic flared through me, but I crushed it down. Panicking would get me nowhere. I needed to think. I needed to act. I let my body go slack, pretending to still be unconscious. The grip on my arms did not loosen. Whoever these men were, they were professionals. Not the Rossettis’ usual muscle. These were trained operatives. That meant I did not have time. I cracked my eyes open just enough to take in my surroundings. Three men. Two holding me up, one leading the way
Years had passed since the day we fought for freedom, for peace, and for the life we have now. The life we had dreamed of for so long but never dared to imagine in the depth of our darkest days.Our home was no longer a symbol of chaos or fear—it was a sanctuary. The walls that once echoed with tension now hummed with the laughter of our children and the soft murmur of conversations that held no weight of the past. It was a place of peace, of love, of family.Levi stood by the window, looking out over the vast grounds of our estate. The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden light over everything. He had always been the protector, the one who looked out for everyone, but now, as I watched him from behind, I saw the shift. The years had softened him in ways I hadn't expected. His gaze, once sharp and filled with purpose, now held a quiet w
We stood together, the weight of the world no longer pressing down on us. For the first time in what felt like forever, I could finally see the horizon ahead—clear, unobstructed, and full of promise. The past had been a storm, one we’d weathered with everything we had, but now the skies were calm, the air sweet with the scent of new beginnings.Levi’s hand found mine, his fingers wrapping around mine with that familiar, comforting strength. We had come so far, from the darkness of a life we never asked for, to this—this quiet, peaceful moment where everything felt right. We had built a life together, piece by piece, through the pain and the loss, through every challenge that had come our way. And now, we were free.I looked down at our son, sleeping peacefully in Levi’s arms, his tiny chest rising and falling with every breath. He was a symbol of everything we had fought for, everything we had dreamed of. He was our future, and that
The world had changed for us. For the first time in a long while, I could breathe without the weight of the past suffocating me. Levi and I, side by side, were finally at peace. The endless battles, the constant fight for survival, all of it felt like it was behind us. There was no more running, no more hiding. We had built something together, something we never thought we’d have: a life that was free of fear, full of hope, and, most importantly, full of love.I watched Levi as he stood by the window, his hands resting lightly on the sill. The evening sun bathed him in a warm golden light, casting long shadows across the room. His face, once hardened by years of war and loss, now wore a calmness that I hadn’t thought possible. There were lines on his face, yes, but they were no longer lines of anger or sorrow. They were lines of experience, of wisdom. He had lived through so much, and yet, now, in this quiet moment, he was at peace. We both were.I leaned a
Levi held the envelope in his hands, his fingers tracing the edges of it as if unsure whether to open it. The silence was heavy between us, each of us waiting for him to make the first move. I could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on me. I had never expected to find myself in this situation, not with Levi’s mother standing before us, and certainly not with her holding something that could change everything. The tension was palpable, and for a moment, it felt like the room itself was holding its breath.I glanced at Levi, who was still staring down at the envelope, his jaw tense, his mind clearly processing everything. It wasn’t just the content of the letter that he was contemplating; it was the years of abandonment, of unanswered questions, of the emptiness that his mother had left in his life. No matter how much he tried to shield himself from it, the truth about her absence, the reason why she had walked away all those years ago, was something that
The days after our vow renewal passed in a peaceful blur. For the first time in what felt like forever, there were no enemies at the gates, no secrets threatening to tear us apart. There was only the present—the quiet, intimate moments we shared as a family. Levi and I spent hours talking about our future, about the life we were going to build for our son. We reflected on all we had endured to get to this point, but even more so on the love we had for each other and the trust that had grown between us.In these moments, I felt a sense of calm that was foreign to me. In the past, I had always been on edge, waiting for the next betrayal, the next threat to arise. But now, in the safety of our home, with our son sleeping peacefully in his crib, I allowed myself to feel what I had always longed for—peace.Levi and I shared a quiet dinner one evening, the soft glow of the lights illuminating the room. Our son was asleep in his room, and for the first time,
As I watched Levi hold our son, the weight of everything that had happened seemed to melt away. It was hard to believe that just months ago, we were fighting for survival, struggling with betrayals, with enemies lurking at every corner. And now here we were, in a hospital room, surrounded by the soft hum of machines and the faint scent of antiseptic, with our child between us. I couldn’t remember a time when I had felt more at peace.Levi had always been the force of nature, the leader who commanded respect, but here, in this moment, I saw a side of him I hadn’t truly known before. The man I thought I understood—cold, calculated, driven by the mission—was now softened, changed by the simple act of holding our child. Our son, our little miracle, had transformed him in ways I didn’t think were possible.I turned my head to look at him, my hand resting gently on his arm. He was staring down at the baby with a soft expression on his face, his
The moment Levi held our baby for the first time was one I would never forget. I had seen him strong, cold, ruthless in battle, and yet here, in the quiet, dimly lit hospital room, all that faded away. It was just him, me, and the tiny life we had created together.His arms were gentle, yet his grip was firm, as if he were afraid to let go, as if the very idea of losing this moment, losing this piece of him, terrified him more than anything else. His face was soft, his eyes filled with a vulnerability I had never seen before. He looked at our child with a kind of reverence, his gaze intense and full of awe.“I never thought…” Levi’s voice faltered, thick with emotion, and for the first time, I saw the cracks in his armor. His gaze flickered from the baby to me, and there was a shift in him, something profound. “I never thought I could feel like this. So... so helpless. But in the best way. This... this little one has already changed
The world around me was a blur of motion, flashes of light and darkness, the steady beep of machines blending with the sound of Levi’s voice. He was calling my name, his hand gripping mine tightly, but everything felt distant, as though I was floating somewhere far from him.“Eliana, stay with me,” he said, his voice strained, as though it was costing him everything to speak. I could hear the panic there, the fear, but there was something else too—something I hadn’t heard before. Something raw. His hand tightened around mine, and I tried to squeeze back, but my fingers felt heavy, sluggish. I couldn’t focus, couldn’t stay present. My body felt foreign to me, as though I was losing control of it.“Eliana,” Levi’s voice broke through again, more urgent this time. “I need you to stay with me. Just a little longer, please.”I tried to respond, but no words came. Instead, I felt the p
I wasn’t sure how long we’d been fighting, but it felt like hours, maybe days. Each moment blurred into the next as we moved, fought, and fought some more. The Rossettis, Livia, even Mr. Rossetti—they had been obstacles, pieces of the puzzle, but they weren’t the true threat. They were pawns, caught in a game they didn’t understand. It was always her. Levi’s twin sister. I had sensed it all along, but I hadn’t been able to put the pieces together until now. Every step we had taken, every move, it had all been leading us to her. She was the one who orchestrated this entire nightmare. The Rossettis had been too predictable, too visible. It had been her, pulling the strings from behind the scenes. And now, as we stood on the precipice of everything we had fought for, it became clear. She was here. She was the storm we had been trying to survive, and now it was time to face it head-on. Levi’s anger was palpable beside me. I could feel the tension in his every muscle, the way he gripp