Beatrice's POVI had been avoiding Ryuu since my visit to Esposito. I didn’t know what to say, how to face him without the weight of my secret crushing me. Telling him about the possible pregnancy? Not a chance. Not until I was sure… not while I still prayed the test had been wrong.But avoiding Ryuu was nearly impossible, especially when he was waiting for me. Seated among my cousins in Aunt Loretta’s living room, drink in hand, he watched in silence, detached from their conversation. He seemed to prefer it that way, which worked in my favor—except that his focus was entirely on me.I curled up in an armchair across the room, scrolling through my messages with Sophia. I hadn’t told her about the pregnancy yet, and wouldn’t until I talked to Ryuu first. This wasn’t something you shared over the
Ryuu's POVAs I stepped into Loretta’s room, my footsteps felt unnervingly loud in the silence. The soft glow from the lamps cast shifting shadows across the walls lined with old photographs. My gaze landed on Beatrice, curled up beside her aunt, fast asleep. She was still fully dressed, as if exhaustion had pulled her under before she could make it back to our room."She fell asleep not long ago. I didn’t have the heart to wake her," Loretta said quietly, watching me closely. "I assume you’re here to take her back. Come in."I hesitated before moving further inside. I wasn’t the type to step into other people’s spaces uninvited, just as I never let anyone into mine. The discomfort settled deep in my chest, but with Loretta, it was more than that. She watched me too carefully, waiting for something—wai
Beatrice's POVThe truth was, I no longer cared to speak to him. The more I thought about it, the more I realized I wouldn’t lose sleep if I never saw him again. The years of disappointment had numbed me to the pain. There was no more room for anger. Only exhaustion."Your drink." Ryuu’s low voice pulled me from my thoughts. He approached soundlessly, holding out a delicate glass filled with a soft pink liquid, swirling gently at the rim. My body tensed for a brief second—I had been so lost in my own mind that I hadn’t noticed his return."Thanks," I murmured, taking the glass and feeling the cool condensation against my fingertips. I took a slow sip—fruit juice. No alcohol. Not tonight. And not for the next nine months.I would have to tell him soon. This morning, Loretta’s private doctor confirmed what I had already suspected. I was pregnant. There was no more room for doubt, no whispered prayers for a mistake. It was real. And Ryuu deserved to know. Keeping more secrets would only
Beatrice's POVRyuu sat in one of the grand chairs, legs spread wide in a deliberate display of dominance—the kind only men who feared nothing could pull off. He exuded power, the untouchable mafia king. If he weren’t my husband, I probably would have kept my distance tonight.Instead, he pulled me into his space, settling me onto his thigh. The intimacy of it felt almost indecent for such a public setting, a statement to everyone watching. His hand rested firmly on my exposed knee, the high slit of my dress doing nothing to conceal his touch. My pulse quickened, every nerve on edge.Whispers rippled through the room, barely hushed.“Maybe we should leave,” I murmured, not meeting his gaze, keeping my voice just loud enough for him to hear. My fingers drifted over his
Beatrice's POVWe left for Loretta’s house alone. Bion and the others had to stay—Giorgio’s orders. They were still under his control, while Ryuu and I managed to slip away.Inside the limousine, I sat across from Ryuu, trying to undo the delicate buckles on my heels. With every movement, pain flared in my feet, and I was certain that if I wore these shoes for another minute, my feet would simply give up.“Need help?” Ryuu’s voice was soft as he leaned toward me. I let out a relieved sigh when I finally freed my left foot.“Thanks,” I murmured, allowing him to take my right leg and rest it on his lap. He carefully removed the second heel, and I couldn’t suppress the small sound that escaped when his fingers massaged the arch of my foot. His touch was rare—gentle, deliberate—and despite my exhaustion, I savored it.The ride back to Loretta’s would take over an hour, but as Ryuu continued easing the tension from my feet, it became harder to keep my eyes open. After a moment, he stopped
Ryuu's POVWith Beatrice asleep in my arms, it was hard to believe she had allowed this closeness. The warmth of her body against mine was a reality I feared losing at any moment. She wanted me. That was new. And unsettling. The woman who once despised me was now here, vulnerable, trusting. I hadn’t realized until now how much I needed that—her desire, her acceptance.All I could do was hope that, come morning, she wouldn’t regret it. One more step back, another wall rebuilt, and I wasn’t sure I could handle it. Gaining her trust had been a brutal fight. Now, with her defenses down, I allowed myself to relax—just enough. Never completely. I couldn’t afford that.A soft knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts."Who is it?" My voice was low, controlled.
Beatrice's POV"Beatrice!" Ryuu's voice sliced through the chaos as he yanked me back, hard. Only then did I realize I was screaming, my own voice distant beneath the high-pitched ringing in my ears. His grip on my arms was bruising, but I felt nothing except the rising tide of panic.He dragged me away from the table, my steps clumsy, stumbling over the floor as I fought against his pull. I could barely breathe. Espósito... he wasn’t moving. Guards swarmed around him while others rushed toward us. No time to think. A car screeched to a halt just ahead, and before I could process what was happening, Ryuu shoved me inside.The world inside the car felt unreal. My body was flush against Ryuu’s, my fingers digging into his blood-streaked shirt. I couldn’t tell if the blood was his or mine. My entire body trembled, l
Beatrice's POV"And you didn’t take him to a hospital?" Her incredulous gaze snapped to me."I’m not going to a hospital," Ryuu muttered, his voice firm."That’s why you’re here," Anton added like it was some great relief."This isn’t as simple as stitching up a knife wound. You need imaging to determine if surgery is required. I can’t assess the damage or tell where the bullet is just by looking. Clearly, it didn’t hit a major artery or vein, given the blood loss, but the bullet is still inside you, and I can’t tell if it needs to come out.""Can it wait?" Ryuu tensed as she started cleaning the wound, the antiseptic stinging against raw flesh. Without the blood covering it, the injury looked worse.
Ryuu’s POV"We have a rare opportunity," I said, my voice edged with steel. "The power I inherited from Esposito gives us an advantage, but it also raises expectations. From now on, we can’t allow anything—or anyone—to threaten the foundation I’m building. That means betrayal will be met with a punishment that is swift and unquestionable."Sofia’s expression hardened. "Daiki’s family," she said, her voice clipped. "They’ll serve as the example?"I nodded."Exactly. They will be a reminder of what happens when you cross the Don. When we eliminate a threat, we don’t leave loose ends. Loyalty in our world isn’t optional."Mateo’s smirk deepened in satisfaction. Nitta and Sofia both gave small nods, unde
Ryuu’s POVThe heavy scent of metal and dampness filled my lungs the second I stepped into the basement. The cold was almost tangible, seeping from the concrete walls like a ghost of everything that had happened here. Ahead of me, Daiki knelt on the ground, wrists bound behind his back, his expression flickering between fear and defiance.The man who had once treated me like something disposable. The father of the bastard who had used my wife’s blood as his weapon.Mateo, Sofia, and Nitta stood around him, guns drawn, aimed straight at his chest. A circle of steel and hostility, a reflection of the atmosphere pressing down on the room. He saw me—his nephew—standing before him, but not the boy he had once manipulated. That version of me had died long ago."Y
Beatrice’s POVA heavy silence settled between us, thick enough to take form. I watched Ryuu, waiting for a response he seemed hesitant to give. Then, finally, he exhaled deeply, his voice low but steady."I'm here. With you. I promise."The words hung between us, weighted and certain. His gaze met mine, carrying the full gravity of that vow. And before I could think better of it, I leaned in, pressing my lips to his. It was soft, hesitant—charged with something raw and unspoken. I wanted to lose myself in him, but this wasn’t the time. There were too many cracks between us, too many wounds—both seen and unseen—that needed healing first.His hands slid to my face, holding me with a tenderness I barely recognized. He kissed me b
Beatrice’s POVRyuu’s gaze stayed locked on the group as he tightened his grip around me, turning me toward the other side of the bar. His arm around my waist pulled me away before I could see Sophia’s next move. The possessive hold, the tension crackling in the air, told me everything I needed to know.I didn’t have to look to know what was coming next."What was that?" I murmured, frowning as he guided me through the dimly lit space, straight toward a cluster of men who greeted him with quiet reverence."What was what?" he replied without looking at me, his jaw set."Mr. Morunaga?" I echoed, the words barely above a whisper, dripping with exasperation.
Beatrice’s POVDays had passed before we finally parked in front of the church. Neither of us moved to get out. Outside, a sea of black-clad mourners gathered, their hushed voices blending into the weight of grief hanging in the air. I hadn’t expected so many people to show up. Even less, I hadn’t expected Ryuu to be here, not in his condition."You shouldn't be here," I murmured, my fingers tightening around his as we sat in the silent shelter of the black limousine.I had begged him to stay in bed this morning. Pleaded. But nothing I said mattered. Ryuu was determined to be here, and nothing short of death would have stopped him."Don’t you think it’s my duty to attend my grandfather Vincenzo’s funeral?" His voice was sharp, eyes fixed on the crowd filter
Beatrice’s POV"And Ryuu?" I pressed, my gaze flicking back to my husband’s unconscious body. "I can't leave him.""His cousins have already arranged everything. Trusted people, outside your grandfather’s empire." Sophia stepped closer, her voice laced with urgency. "Please, Beatrice."I gave in. I agreed to go with her, but every step I took away from that hospital felt wrong. Like I was making a mistake. Like I was leaving something vital behind.By the time I stepped into the Espósito estate, the echoes of what I’d left behind still rattled inside my head.I didn’t eat. I didn’t shower. I didn’t change my clothes.
Beatrice’s POVRyuu had fallen asleep again, and I took the opportunity to find something—anything—to keep myself awake. The moment I stepped into the hallway, I caught sight of Mateo, his lips curling in disdain as he shook his head. "You let your mother suffer for years, and now you punish me for setting her free? What Ryuu did was mercy. You should be grateful." His voice dripped with mockery. "Why are we even discussing this right now? This isn't the time. I'm here for them, not you." The cold fury in Mateo’s words echoed through the empty corridor. Whatever Ryuu had done to create this rift between Bion and him… it had cut deep. "Do you always eavesdrop?" A sharp, youthful voice snapped from behind me. I exhaled, pressing a hand to my chest as I turned slowly. Nitta stood there, watching me with a smirk that was both amused and knowing. "I wasn’t…" The words trailed off, my ears still tuned to the remnants of the conversation between Mateo and Bion. "Oh, save it," he
Beatrice’s POVHe looked better. A little more color in his skin, a little less fragile. But I knew, just as surely as I loved him, that appearances could be deceiving. He was still bound to this hospital bed, still far from the man I knew. His recovery would be slow, grueling. And he knew it too.I traced my fingers along his jaw, feeling the rough scrape of his unshaven beard against my skin. He exhaled softly at my touch, his features softening in a way I rarely saw. A vulnerable Ryuu. Exposed."Are you hurt?" His voice was deep, laced with concern, as he gently pushed strands of hair away from my face. I shook my head, my eyes locked on his, as if keeping him in focus was the only thing anchoring me to reality. He studied me a second longer, his gaze catching on the clean clothes I wore—so different from the last time he
Beatrice’s POVThe moment Giorgio took his last breath, it was as if a spell had finally broken. I turned slowly, my body heavy with exhaustion, my hands still stained with blood as my gaze found Ryuu.He was pale, his skin damp with sweat and pain. His face was contorted, his eyes shut tight as if keeping them closed would somehow lessen the agony. I leaned over him again, pressing my hands firmly against the open wound on his abdomen, but it was useless. It felt like trying to hold his life together with nothing but my bare hands. The blood kept coming, relentless, spilling between my fingers no matter how hard I pressed.Then, the basement door burst open, slamming against the concrete wall.I whirled around, lifting the gun instinctively. I didn’t know who was coming, but I wo