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Lilianna »»»◈««« At that moment, a sharp pain shot through my lower belly, making me scream. Just then, I saw Marco’s face as he stepped inside the abandoned hall. His eyes locked on mine, then flicked to Anna and Kason, fury darkening his features. “Drop your weapons!” Kason shouted, his gun now aimed directly at my chest. Though I knew he wouldn’t actually hurt me, his eyes were wild, using me as a pawn to manipulate Marco. My silent plea was clear as I shook my head, desperately begging Marco not to listen to him, to just leave. Marco’s gaze flickered between Anna and Kason, probably calculating an escape, but there was no way out—at least not for me. When our eyes locked, a disturbing darkness clouded his features, making him seem almost unhinged. A fresh wave of pain rippled through my body, forcing a pain-filled groan from my lips. I strained against the straps of the stretcher, the leather biting into my wrists and ankles as I tried to escape the pain that seemed t
Marco »»»◈««« I stood in the corner of the hospital room, my fists clenched, helpless rage boiling inside me as I watched Lilianna on the bed, her body convulsing with pain. The sterile white walls seemed to close in, the murmur of the medical staff a distant hum. Dr. Thompson, the head physician, approached me, "Mr. Costello," he began, "We're doing everything we can for her. The drugs she was given have induced a miscarriage, but we need to make sure the process is complete." I forced myself to meet his eyes, the fury barely contained. "Just make sure she’s okay," I said, my voice low. The medical team moved with precision, their faces masks of concentration. They performed a pelvic exam, and Lilianna's sharp intake of breath cut through me like a knife. An ultrasound showed remnants of the pregnancy, and blood tests indicated dangerous levels of bleeding. Dr. Thompson turned to me again, "We need to perform a procedure to remove the remaining tissue. It's critical for her we
Lilianna »»»◈««« I lowered myself onto the chair beside him, a bowl of soup trembling in my hands. His once strong frame was now a ghost of itself—gums bare with just a couple of teeth remaining, one eye an empty socket crudely sewn shut with rough stitches. I could hardly bear to look at him, my heart breaking at the sight of what he had become. His head turned sluggishly towards me, his frail body too weak to sit up without assistance. "Uncle Emilio..." My voice was barely above a whisper, choked with emotion. He blinked slowly, a flicker of recognition igniting in his remaining eye. "Lilly?" I inhaled sharply, blinking back tears. "You remember me?" A faint, sorrowful smile tugged at his cracked lips. "Why am I here?" I gripped the bowl tighter, my knuckles turning white. "I asked for you." "Why?" His voice was a fragile rasp, each word a struggle. "I missed you," I confessed, my voice breaking. "I missed you so much." His eye glistened with unshed tears. "You shouldn’t h
Marco »»»◈««« One week. It took Alessandro an entire week to track down her location. She was in Florence, Italy. He couldn't pinpoint her exact address, but he knew she was living in Le Piagge, a notorious area rife with gang activity. According to Emilio, she had our son. Lilianna let out a shaky breath, relief flooding her features. Without a second thought, she threw herself into Alessandro's arms. He stiffened, his eyes immediately locking onto mine, his hands gripping the armrests as if unsure of what to do. Lilianna pulled away slightly, her breath hitching as she took a step back, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Alessandro's gaze never left me, staring at me with a mix of fear and caution. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Thank you so much, Alessandro. I'll never forget this." I placed a reassuring hand on her back, feeling the tension radiate off her in waves. But she wasn’t done. With a sudden surge of emotion, she flung herself at him again, cl
Lilianna »»»◈««« "We're never going to find him, are we?" I murmured, my voice barely rising above a whisper as I leaned heavily against the crumbling wall of the grimy alley in Le Piagge. I scanned the filthy surroundings, the stench of decay and neglect assaulting my senses. Trash littered the narrow passage, and the flickering streetlights cast eerie shadows that danced on the graffiti-covered walls. A rat scurried across my path, disappearing into the darkness. My heart sank further. How could a child survive here? The thought gnawed at me. While I lived in my mansions and penthouses, my son was out there, walking these streets. Fear clutched my heart. Marco's fingers brushed my cheek, and I flinched, recoiling from his touch. Since that night with Kason and Anna, a chilling dread had settled deep within me. Any contact from Marco now made my skin crawl, dragging me back to those moments of utter helplessness. I couldn't forget how powerless I felt as Anna ruthlessly ended
Lilianna »»»◈««« I knocked on yet another door, each impact sending sharp stings through my bruised knuckles. My fingers throbbed, raw from the relentless pounding, but I couldn't stop. Marco and I had vowed to scour every house in this neighborhood. The door creaked open, revealing a middle-aged woman with suspicious eyes. Her frown deepened as she took me in, "Cosa vuoi?" she demanded. ("What do you want?") I held up a photograph of Beatrice Berlusconi, my voice trembling with hope. "Hai visto questa donna? Sai dove abita?" I asked. ("Have you seen this woman? Do you know where she lives?") She squinted at the picture through her glasses, her gaze sharpening as she continued talking in Italian, "Oh, that's Betty..." Relief washed over me, a powerful tide that nearly knocked me off balance. Marco stepped forward, his presence grounding me as he placed a steadying hand on my back. "Can you tell us where she is?" His voice was calm, but the tension in his grip showed his impatien
Lilianna »»»◈««« The sight of him hit me like a punch to the gut. His small frame, fragile and vulnerable, the wide eyes full of innocent fear that twisted my heart. Those same blue eyes, unforgettable and haunting, locked onto mine after a quick, seeking glance at Betty. Each heartbeat felt like an eternity as I watched him take tentative steps forward, clutching a stuffed giraffe as if it were his only shield against the world. His eyes, flickering between Betty, me, and Marco, scanned us up and down. Betty knelt before him, her grip firm on his small arms. "Francesco," she said gently, "this lady and her husband are our friends. They are here to take us away, to help us. Now go, greet them while I pack a bag, she told him and he nodded. As he walked closer to me, every instinct screamed at me to scoop him up, to hold him tight. Tears welled up, blurring my vision. I fought the urge and knelt down, forcing a smile. "Hello, Francesco..." For a moment, he hesitated. Then, with a
Marco »»»◈««« I held her hand, her delicate fingers interlaced with mine, and on her face was a happiness I had never seen before. She seemed truly happy and at peace. And honestly, so was I. After such a long and excruciating time, I finally felt at peace, like I was finally back home after I had been missing for years. Even though I had just met Marcello, I felt an intense connection to that little man, a feeling stronger than anything I had ever experienced. The last time I felt this enchanted by someone was when I first met his mother. He had the same captivating charm, the kind that draws you in, just like his mother. I’m a father. Damn, I’m a father, and I have been for the past five years, almost six if you count Lilianna's pregnancy. And I never knew. All this time, even without knowing about him, it doesn't change the fact that I was a father. An adorable boy, carrying my father's legacy, my legacy... I couldn't wait to teach Marcello everything I knew, guide him, an