•MATTEO’S POV•“Okay, keep me updated Doctor…..Yes, thank you.” And the line goes dead. The past days after the incident seemed like long months to me, each passing moment feeling heavier than the last. Anthony was still in the ICU, his body fighting a battle that none of us could help him with. Bella had given her blood, and though the doctors had stabilized him, they were cautious. The words “50:50 chance” hung over us like a curse. I visited the hospital daily, but I spent more time at home, handling security matters and trying to find that don of a gun. Alfredo Enzo!Austin was laid to rest three days after he died and his death affected us in ways I couldn’t explain. Especially Aurora.They had become close all the time I was giving her the cold shoulder and the fact he took the bullet for her even made her more emotional. I just still can’t believe he was Fantasma all along. He played us right under our noses but the downside is we couldn’t hate him cause he was a pawn
•AURORA’S POV•The sunlight drifted warmly into Anthony's ward as I adjusted his blanket, tucking the edges neatly under his arms. The doctors had said he was out of danger and now it was left for him to wake up. We were all waiting for that. Bella had just left to pick up some supplies from the store, leaving me to keep watch. She’d been so worn down lately, her face pale and her movements sluggish, but she refused to rest. Between the two of us, we had become Anthony’s unofficial caretakers, taking turns at his bedside as though our presence could bring him back to consciousness.I glanced at the IV drip, watching the steady drop of the liquid cascading into the line. Anthony’s chest rose and fell in a shallow rhythm, his pale skin almost translucent under the sunlight. The doctors said he was stable, but the ICU days had scarred me. Every beep of the machines still made my heart race, a constant reminder of how fragile life could be.Bella’s absence stretched out, the mi
•BELLA’S POV•The automatic doors of the hospital slid open as I stepped inside, the chill of the evening air replaced by the sterile warmth of the hospital. The plastic bag of supplies swung at my side. My steps were quick, my mind focused on returning to Anthony’s room. Aurora had been so insistent on staying with him that I had to practically force her to let me step out for a while using the excuse of buying groceries to talk a walk.As I reached Anthony’s floor, I noticed from close by that the door to his room was slightly ajar, and I wondered why. Or did Aurora step out by chance and forget to close the door behind her? It was unlike her but I didn’t pay much attention.“Aurora?” I called out, my voice echoing down the empty hallway. No response.I pushed the door open fully, and my breath caught in my throat. The room was a complete mess. The metal tray on the bedside table had been overturned, its contents scattered across the floor. A vase lay shattered near the wall, wat
•AURORA’S POV•The sharp sting in my wrists and ankles burned with every second as I strained against the ropes tying me to the chair. Alfredo’s voice filled the silence in the basement as he hummed to himself. He was pacing and wiping his knife with a piece of cloth glinting under the dim, flickering light. The metallic tangy taste of my blood from the earlier jabs and cuts he’d delivered reminded me of his control. I glared at him, trying to keep my breathing steady.The stupid medicine he injected in me was wearing off. I needed to think of how to get out of this shithole.“You’ve played your part well so far, Aurora,” he said turning to face me as if knowing I was staring. “Smart, loyal. But no matter how clever you and your husband think you are, you’ll never outsmart me. If you were really smart we wouldn’t be here would we?” He asked.I spat blood from my mouth, leveling him with a cold stare. “That’s why you’re always running, Alfredo. Always hiding. Smart? Maybe.
•AURORA’S POV•My hands trembled where they lay on the cold metal table in the interrogating room, I glanced at the police officers seated across from me, their eyes sharp looking at me as if reading me. The room was suffocating, pressing down on me with each passing second.“Mrs Rocco have some water.” My lawyer Francisca said passing me a glass of water. Matteo had made sure to call the family’s consigliere immediately I was moved to the station.Detective Harris, tall and lean with eyes like hawks, cleared his throat and leaned forward. His partner, Officer Vega, a wiry man with a hard face, adjusted the notepad in his hand. The silence stretched, a taut wire ready to snap.This didn’t seem like procedure to me. I’m sure they thought they’ll have a field day since it involved a mafia’s wife but I wasn’t here for that.“Aurora Matteo Rocco,” Harris began, his voice cool, measured. “Your statement says that Alfredo Moreno attacked you repeatedly over the past few months. Can
•MATTEO’S POV•Anthony has been awake for a while and his condition was getting better over the days. Aurora had come back home and we were on a “greeting basis” now. Things were a bit still awkward between us and I was yet to confess my feelings to her since the day Alfredo kidnapped her at the hospital. Talking about Alfredo, Lady Luck was by his side as he managed to make it out alive. Once he was seen fit at the hospital he would be moved to the prison immediately and the court proceedings against him will start. He would be locked up for a very long time “Matteo,” Aurora’s voice rang breaking my thought and I saw her head peek into my office doors. Her eyes searched mine, a mixture of hope and uncertainty. “Can I come in for a minute , I won’t take your time.” “Of course you can. Please come in.” I said gesturing for her to come in. It felt weird being formal with her but baby steps. She took a seat by the mini table that lay in my office her fingers playing with t
•BELLA’S POV•Anthony's soft, steady breathing filled the hospital room as I sat beside him, my hand resting lightly on his. It had been a few days since he woke up, and though he was still a bit weak, he was more himself now. Every now and then, he’d squeeze my fingers gently, as if to reassure me he was really here. The world outside felt blurry, insignificant compared to the warmth of his presence.“You don’t have to keep looking at me like I’m going to disappear again,” Anthony murmured, his lips curving into a faint smile. “I’m awake and fine now baby.” He added assuringly.I chuckled softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. “Well, excuse me Sir for worrying. It’s not every day someone decides to wake up from a coma like it’s no big deal.” I tease him.He laughed weakly, the sound making my chest ache with relief and joy. “I’ll admit, it’s good to see you worried about me, Bella. I missed this. I missed you. And I’m glad you’re okay.”“Okay at the cost of you
•AURORA’S POV• 2 YEARS LATER The late afternoon sunlight poured through the wide-open windows. The soft hum of a lullaby played in the background, and I glanced at the crib, where my baby boy, Liam, lay peacefully sleeping. His tiny chest rose and fell with each breath, and I couldn’t help but marvel at him. He had Matteo’s sharp features but my cute emerald eyes. A perfect mix of the two of us. I leaned back into the armchair, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Life hadn’t been perfect—far from it, actually. But looking back on everything we’d endured and gone past in the past two years, I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Those trials had led us here, to this moment of peace, surrounded by love and family. Bella’s voice brought me back to the present. She was opposite me on the couch, flipping through an old photo album. Her laughter rang out as she held up a picture of us from a year ago. “Aurora, look at this! Remember when we went hiking and you slipped into the mud
MATTEO’S POV"No."That was the first word out of my mouth the moment Aurora stepped into the room. I had thought about how I would try to talk her out of joining us in meeting Sofia but seeing how she looked right now told me that if I didn’t stop her, she would pull up something reckless when we got there. Dressed in a black leather jumpsuit paired with a pair of black boots, Her eyes still had that mechanical look to them and she just looked… DANGEROUS."You're not coming with us," I said again, louder this time.She didn’t flinch. "I am." She bent down to adjust the laces of her boots as if I wasn’t talking to her. Bella blinked. "Aurora… you look like you're heading to kill someone.""I might.""Absolutely not," I snapped, moving toward her. "You’re not going into that place dressed like—""Like someone ready to get her son back?" she interrupted.Anthony stood behind me, arms folded and just stared at Aurora before he spoke up. "This isn't a battlefield, Aurora.""Isn’t it? My
MATTEO’S POVThe whole house was thrown into chaos with Liam’s disappearance with Sofia. Aurora hadn’t said a word for hours, as if in a trance and the worst part…Riccardo had insisted on not talking which was nerve-wracking. “All fingers point to Sofia, she has a hand in Alfredo’s disappearance.”Bella pointed out a matter of factly as we tried without end to reach Sofia’s phone but to no avail. “I can’t believe this is happening again and to my son at that. I wish she took me instead.” Aurora’s voice came from the corner of the where she sat in tears. “I really do wish she took me instead of my son, my baby is too young and precious for this.” Loud sobs came at the last part as her body shook violently. I pulled my wife into my arms whispering comforting things to her. Bella and Anthony came close, “Sofia won’t hurt him Aurora, she might be acting this way but would never hurt her nephew. She might be acting up cause of something.” Bella said softly.“But what does she want?” I fi
AURORA’S POV“At this rate, I’ll be late picking up Liam.” I sighed as I took another glance at my watch, it was more than twenty minutes and no sign of Bella. She’d asked to meet but she wasn’t showing up. Dailing her number a couple of times with no response I made to leave the ice cream shop heading towards my car when a message dropped in. Opening my inbox my blood ran cold. “No…no.” I whispered in fear as I looked at the image of my baby boy asleep in the back seat of a car. My mind went black as I jumped into my car and sped up to his kindergarten which was just a three-minute drive from the ice cream shop. “God it better be a prank… not my baby God I beg of you.” I kept praying as my heart slammed against my chest in fear. Immediately I got to the school premises I caught sight of Liam’s homeroom teacher out in the front with some other kids whose parents were yet to pick up. She sees me and waves my way. “Mrs Rocco, what are you doing here?” She asks warmly with a confused
MATTEO’S POVDay three into Sofia’s disappearance and Alfredo's supposed death. That was how long it had been then. Three days, and we still had nothing except her abandoned car in the hotel parking lot. She checked in and never came out leaving everyone fucking worried.And as if that isn't enough, the damn DNA results were still being delayed by Hughes and Dawson. "I want those results on my desk in an hour," I snapped into the phone talking to Dawson, pacing the length of my office. "I don't care what the holdup is. Make it happen. And don’t bring up that crap that he was burnt beyond recognition else I'll Have you burnt as well."The man on the other end stammered, trying to feed me more excuses. I hung up before I lost my temper completely. This was already getting me on edge as it's been days and we've still had nothing from the forensics or the CCTV footage.I turned to Anthony, who was leaning against the desk, his eyes glued to the screen monitoring the CCTV footage. "Go p
SOFIA’S POV.I had to get Matteo off my tail and getting rid of my car was the first part. I parked it at the hotel where we usually hosted our family events, flashed a fake smile at the concierge, booked a room under my name, and took the requested to go out through the back exit and took a taxi to Alfredo’s hideout. I knew Matteo will track my car and it would be easy to find me. It’s been three days since our fall out and it was time to get plans rolling. Dawson has been on my neck cause of the pressure from Matteo and I had asked for three days. Damn it! I hate rushed things. "Ricardo, where's Matteo now?" I whisper, pacing Alfredo’s dimly lit apartment. My fingers drum against my thigh as I hold the phone tight to my ear. Leaving Riccardo behind wasn't part of my plan but worked in my favor as I could keep track of what my brother was up to."Still on the DNA results. He's pressing hard as Dawson is stalling to buy time for you. Anthony is headed to the forensics right now to
AURORA’S POVMatteo picked up on the third ring."What is it?" His voice was sharp and edgy. I guess his meeting at the morgue didn’t go well. Today was just one drama after another."Sofia just left the house," I said quickly. "She stormed out after a fight with Bella. I don’t know where she’s going, but she looked…dangerous Matteo, I’ve never seen her that way even when she was mad at someone. It didn’t feel right."A pause. "How long ago?" His voice came back on the line. "Minutes. She took her car, alone. Didn’t wait for her bodyguard.""Stay put. I’m coming back.""What? I thought you were still at the morgue?""I’m done there and heading home. I’ll be there soon. Don’t let Bella do anything reckless, she’s not the type that will let Sofia off the hook easily after a fight just because they’re siblings."He hung up before I could ask more. Typical.I turned to Bella, who was still fuming from the fight. She had a split lip, and her hands were shaking. Infact her whole body was v
SOFIA'S POV“Damn it.” I screamed jamming the door against its hinges as I stepped into my room. Fuck all of them, Fuck this family. After years of sidelining me, cause they thought of me as incapable of being in the family’s business, they’re still treating me like shit trying to boss me around. Breathing in and out I try to control my breath as I breathe in and out to calm my nerves. “Once I’m done with you guys, you’ll know better than mess me.” I throw myself back into bed and remain in that position looking at the ceiling for almost an hour when my phone notification beeps signaling a message.My hands trembled as I gripped my phone, staring at the last message Dawson sent me. He’s been pulling strings for me in prison in exchange for money to settle his wife’s hospital bills.“They’re questioning the body. Matteo ordered a DNA test. He’s insisting the body isn’t Alfredo’s.”Damn it.This wasn’t part of the plan. I never told Alfredo about this particular plan because I didn’t
MATTEO’S POVAlfredo. Dead. A supposed suicide. It didn’t add up.Alfredo was anything but he wasn’t a chicken head that would deliberately kill himself over a prison time. He would rather serve time and come out to continue his supposed revenge than die like a chicken.Anthony and I walked behind an attendant and a doctor who led the way into the morgue in the prison where the bodies are kept till consumed by the family of the deceased. “He’s he is.” The attendant says stopping in front of the freezer used to store the bodies before pulling it out for us to examine.Stepping closer to take a closer look, his face was totally disfigured almost to the point of no recognition. A burn? Did he set himself on fire? Why wasn’t this said over the phone before we got here?Dr. Hughes, the forensic pathologist, gestured toward the covered body on the steel table. “We received him early this morning. The official report states self-immolation inside his cell. Burned beyond recognition.”My jaw
AURORA’S POVIt’s 8:30 am and no signs of Sofia being back home, pretty sure she didn’t sleep at home last night as I didn’t see her bodyguard as well. Tried calling and she’s been unavailable.Bella strolls in lazily and plumps herself into a seat at the dining table where I, Matteo and Anthony are seated. “What’s for breakfast.” Her voice was patched and I passed her a glass of water. “Thanks, sweet girl.” She gulps down her water in one go. Anthony loads her plate with some food while Bella’s eyes scan the table questioningly, “Uhmm…where’s Soph? Has anyone checked in on her, she complained of cramps yesterday.” She noted. “I doubt she’s home, knocked on her door several times and nothing. Her phone’s not available as well.” I point out and just after I spoke we hear someone walk in and all heads turn simultaneously. There she is.Raising from my seat and grabbing a plate and spoon for her to use I query her “Where have you been? We’ve been looking for and just spoke about you ju