CHAPTER 63**Aurora's POV**I thought going back to the house would make me feel safe again. Matteo had reassured me that Sebastian was dead, and though the real mastermind was still out there, I convinced myself that being surrounded by people I trusted—Matteo, Bella, Anthony, and Austin—would be enough to make the nightmares stop.But I was wrong.I hadn’t slept a full night since coming home. Every time I closed my eyes, Sebastian was there. His face haunted me in my dreams, twisted and cruel as if he was taunting me for surviving while he had a peaceful and quiet death. Every night, it was the same—his hands reaching for me grabbing me by my neck and choking me, his voice in my ear. I woke up drenched in sweat, heart pounding, gasping for air and Matteo would wake up and try to calm me down.The house felt different now, almost suffocating mostly when I was alone in my room or any part of the house. Every corner held a shadow, and every sound made me jump. I couldn’t shake the fe
CHAPTER 64 •MATTEO’S POV•“A lead?” Austin asks looking at Ethan across the table. “What lead are you talking about?”We’re seated in the living room while Aurora is having her bath. She had another bad dream while taking a nap and I had just calmed her down, setting up a bath for her when Ethan came visiting.Sitting at the edge of the table, my fingers tapping lightly against the wood I scanned the faces of Anthony, Austin, Bella, and Ethan. The air was thick with tension, and they all knew why—this wasn’t just a casual conversation. The investigator, Ethan, had found something, and we needed answers.“So,” I began, in the most controlled manner, “you said you found a clue. Something new about Sebastian?”Ethan, who had been flipping through his notes before pulling out a piece of what looked like a document and placing it on the table, looked up and nodded. “Yes. It’s not much, but it could be significant. We traced a money transfer that was sent to Sebastian’s account...from
CHAPTER 65**Bella's POV**I sat on the couch and couldn’t help but think about how Matteo was so insistent on hiding our findings about Sebastian from Aurora. I get he’s protecting her but it seemed different, like a different level of concern.Thinking about this, my thoughts circle back to Anthony’s confession. I hadn’t stopped thinking about it since he said those words. “I just need you to know. You mean much more to me than you realize.” He had said. But my past, my messy love life... It had left scars.But then again…I’ve known Anthony for most of my life as my mother’s adopted brother, making him somewhat my uncle (tho he says he’s not as he refused to take on my mother’s family name). How, when and at what point did he begin to feel this way about me?Aurora was sitting across from me, casually flipping through a magazine, her soft humming filling the silence. Glancing up at her, I study her. Maybe I could bring it up, but without making it seem like it was about me. I needed
CHAPTER 66 •AURORA’S POV•“The doctor says you’re doing fine and we will be leaving for home in three days.” Matteo informs me as he buries his face in a bunch of paperwork at the side of the room.A part of me is excited to go back home as I felt it would be a healing spot for me being surrounded by more people who I felt at ease with. But the other part of me isn’t due to the fact I feel some disconnection with Matteo lately. Aside from sleeping together, having meals and telling me how much he would protect me, we haven’t had sex and he seemed to be avoiding me sexually.“Okay, that works well for me. I’ll go tell Bella so she can prepare.” I respond but leave to into the closet instead. I was sexually starved and he wasn’t helping matters. If he wasn’t going to take action then I would.I pick up a Lacey see-through nightie I had shopped one time with Bella and put it on. Leaving out my panties, my nipples were already erect poking through the lace of the she
CHAPTER 67 •Matteo’s POV•I lay on the bed, watching Aurora stir beside me. The peaceful look on her face made me smile softly, remembering how far we had come, today was the last day and we were heading back home. Things were finally starting to feel right between us again. I lean closer, kissing her gently on the forehead.“Good morning,” she murmured, her voice still heavy with sleep.“Good morning, amore,” I whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “How did you sleep?”“Better than I have in a long time,” she replied, her smile widening as she turned to face me fully. “How about you?”“Better, now that I have you back,” I said, my voice low. I couldn't help but feel relief that our intimacy had returned. After the attack, I had struggled with touching her, afraid of causing her any discomfort. But now, we’ve reconnected, and it feels like we’re on the right track. Tho I would say from my observation, Aurora seemed a bit different aft
CHAPTER 68•Aurora’s POV•As we landed in Rome, a wave of relief washed over me. There was something comforting about being back on familiar grounds, surrounded by familiar air and faces here. The flight had been smooth, but the weight of everything that happened in Singapore hung over us like a dark cloud in some way tho we don’t plan on letting it dwell, we are home and everything will be fine. Despite Matteo’s attempt to lighten the mood during the fight, I could still sense his tension. Something was bothering him but I didn’t know what it was.I squeezed his hand as we exited the plane. "We’re home," I whispered, glancing up at him. He nodded, but I could tell his mind was elsewhere.The drive to Matteo’s family home was quiet, in a comfortable way. Anthony and Bella sat in the backseat, talking in low tones. Bella seemed calmer, though there was still a sense of awkwardness around Anthony. Meanwhile, I kept replaying the events in Singapore over in my head—Sebastian’s death, the
CHAPTER 69 •AURORA’S POV•“What are we having for dinner?” Bella asks from across the table looking very eager. “Smells like garlic chicken in on the menu.” Bella replies sniffing into the air like a child trying to guess their meal. Mother and I snicker at the both of them as they’re still making guesses.It’s been over a week since we got back from our honeymoon. And for the period we’ve been home, I’ve loved it. That feeling of uneasiness disappeared within a few days and I put my mind to rest. Matteo too has been nothing but a gentleman towards me, I would have said “a loving husband” but he doesn’t speak the love language, so gentleman it is. The chefs came in wheeling in our dinner and true, there was garlic chicken on the menu tonight. Bella’s sense of smell is good.Matteo’s father, Sir Rocco, was at the head of the table, his imposing presence filling the space. His dark eyes flickered toward Matteo and me as we sat in our seats, an expressio
•ANTHONY’S POV•“You need to know your position in this family………..” he had said to me. The statement taunted me over and over again reminding me of where I came from.An orphanage.I stood outside the balcony of my quarters with a glass of whiskey lost in thought. Matteo's father had hit a nerve, and it hadn’t gone unnoticed. He always had some kind of resentment towards me for reasons I couldn’t tell. Maybe he didn’t like the fact I wasn’t his wife’s blood brother but some mutt her father had picked up from a rundown orphanage.“Anthony?” I hear Bella’s voice. It was soft, but it pulled me from my thoughts. Turning to face her, at first, I was surprised to see her here worried that her father would get more furious that she was here after what happened tonight but on the other hand, her presence was comforting as her eyes were full of concern and worry.“Bella,” I greeted her, my voice low and controlled, but she’s no fool and I know she could sense the strain
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