Chapter Nineteen : Thoughts Third Person POVThe ride back to the dorm was a silent yet palpable journey. Stellar, still shaken by the night's events, sat in the back seat, her gaze fixed on the passing city lights. Bruno's stern expression softened as he navigated the streets, his focus on ensuring their safe return.Upon reaching the dorm, they accompanied Stellar to her room. Bruno's protective instincts were evident as he ensured she was comfortable before retreating to give her space. Stellar, visibly exhausted, mumbled her gratitude and excused herself to freshen up.As the door closed, leaving Veronica alone in the dimly lit corridor, a cascade of emotions washed over her. The shadows seemed to mirror the complexity of her thoughts as she sank onto the couch, her mind a whirlwind of reflections on the night that unfolded like a tumultuous chapter in their lives.Veronica couldn't escape the weight of responsibility that clung to her like a heavy cloak. The scenes of the club,
Chapter Twenty: Stellar’s Side of The Story Third Person’s POV Stellar woke up the next morning with a pounding headache, the remnants of last night's revelry. She found herself in unfamiliar surroundings, and for a moment, panic set in. As the memories of the previous night slowly trickled back, she realized she was in Veronica's apartment. Trying to piece together the events, Stellar sat up, wincing at the sunlight streaming through the window.Veronica entered the room, concern etched on her face. "Hey, you're finally awake. How are you feeling?" she asked, offering a glass of water.Stellar groaned, accepting the water. "Like I got hit by a truck. What happened last night?"Veronica hesitated for a moment, unsure of where to start. "Well, after you left the club, things got a bit chaotic. Bruno and I found you outside, and you were in no condition to go home alone. So, we brought you here."Stellar's eyes widened in realization. "Oh god, I hope I didn't cause too much trouble. I
Chapter Twenty One : A Hint of VulnerabilityVeronica’s POV I woke up to the soft rays of the morning sun streaming through the curtains, casting a warm glow over her room. The events of the past days lingered in my mind, but today was a new day, and I needed to focus on moving forward.Stretching my limbs, I yawned and glanced at the clock. It was early, but I wanted to make the most of the day. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, feeling the cool touch of the hardwood floor beneath my feet.My morning routine began with a refreshing shower. The water cascaded down, washing away the residue of the previous day's emotions. The scent of lavender filled the bathroom as I indulged in the calming sensation of the shower.Stepping out, I wrapped myself in a plush towel and moved to the vanity.My reflection stared back at me – a mixture of vulnerability and strength. I took a moment to gather myself , reminding myself that today I would face the world with resilience.As I caref
Chapter Twenty Two : Seeking For The Perfect Distraction Veronica’s POV I spent the last two weeks immersed in my studies, desperately trying to distract myself from the haunting thoughts of Bruno and the events that unfolded. The once vibrant campus seemed dull as I mechanically attended classes and buried myself in textbooks. However, despite my efforts, Bruno's silence echoed loudly in my mind, leaving me emotionally paralyzed.The memory of that fateful night at the club and Bruno's abrupt departure after receiving a work call lingered like an uninvited guest. I couldn't shake off the feeling of being left in the dark, both figuratively and emotionally. As I delved into my academic pursuits, my thoughts would inevitably drift back to Bruno, his mysterious work, and the strained relationship that seemed to unravel.In the quiet corners of the library, where students were engrossed in their studies, I found myself lost in the labyrinth of my thoughts. I wondered about Bruno's s
Chapter Twenty Three : The Semester BreakVeronica’s POV I plunged into my studies with unwavering determination, a resolute effort to bury the tumultuous thoughts of Bruno deep within the recesses of my mind. As the semester unfolded, I found solace in academic pursuits, channeling my energy into books and assignments.piThe once-familiar halls of the university became a sanctuary, each lecture a reprieve from the complexities of my personal life. My focus on my studies bordered on obsessive, a deliberate choice to avoid the emotional maelstrom that accompanied thoughts of Bruno. The library became my refuge, and late-night study sessions my companions.Weeks turned into months, and My commitment to my academic journey intensified. The looming specter of Bruno's absence cast a shadow over my accomplishments, but I refused to let it define me . I immersed myself in the intellectual challenges presented by my coursework, finding fulfillment in the pursuit of knowledge.The culmina
Chapter Twenty Four : His Return Veronica’s POV A month had passed since my arrival at the De Calibo mansion, and the absence of Bruno loomed over me like a persistent shadow. The once-familiar halls echoed with silence, and the grandeur of the estate seemed to lose its luster without his presence.I missed him—missed the lively conversations, the shared laughter, and even the occasional tension that existed between us. The mansion, once a place of excitement and mystery, now felt like an elegant cage, holding my emotions captive.The days stretched on, and I found myself mmersed in the routine of my own company. The study sessions in the mansion's library, the walks through the beautifully manicured gardens, and even the elegant dinners with the De Calibo staff—all seemed to lack the vibrancy they once held when Bruno was around.My thoughts often drifted back to the last time I saw him, almost two and a half months ago. Questions lingered in my mind—why he disappeared, what he w
Chapter Twenty Five : His Return Part Two Veronica’s POVAs Bruno stepped into the grand foyer of the mansion, his gaze, once indifferent, transformed into a cold glare that cut through the air. Veronica, standing nearby, felt the shift in his demeanor like an unexpected gust of wind. The lack of acknowledgment was a stark departure from what she had anticipated, leaving her momentarily frozen in surprise.Bruno strode past Veronica without a word, his every step echoing the distance that seemed to have grown between them. The air crackled with tension as he continued his path, seemingly oblivious to her presence. Veronica, caught off guard by this unexpected reception, stood rooted to the spot, her heart pounding in her chest.The silence that followed Bruno's entrance felt deafening, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavily in the air. Veronica, unable to comprehend the abrupt change, watched as he ascended the grand staircase, each step a painful reminder of their once-shared
Chapter Twenty Six : His Return Part ThreeThird Person’s POV Maria hurried through the vast hallways of the mansion, her heels clicking on the marble floor. She reached the imposing ebony door of Bruno's office, adorned with a silver nameplate. Taking a deep breath, she knocked gently."Enter," came Bruno's deep, commanding voice from within. Maria pushed the door open and stepped into the dimly lit room, enveloped in an air of mystery. The office was decorated in a lavish black theme, from the sleek furniture to the dark curtains that framed the large windows. The walls were adorned with abstract paintings, their deep hues adding to the room's enigmatic atmosphere.Bruno sat behind a massive black desk, his face partially hidden by the shadows. The only source of light was a modern lamp, casting a focused beam on the documents spread across his desk. The air was scented with a hint of leather, creating an ambiance of power and authority."Maria, what brings you here?" Bruno asked,
Chapter One Hundred And Thirteen: The Unexpected Visitor Veronica’s POV Bruno cautiously approached the door, his hand on the handle. He listened intently, his ears straining to pick up any sound. Suddenly, he heard a faint knock, followed by a whisper."Bruno, it's me, Sofia. I need to talk to you."Bruno's expression changed from suspicion to surprise. Sofia was a trusted ally, but what was she doing here at this hour?He opened the door, and Sofia slipped in, her eyes scanning the room nervously. "What's going on?" Bruno asked, his voice low.Sofia hesitated, glancing at me and Alejandro before focusing on Bruno. "I have information about the Rossis," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "They're planning something big, and it's going to happen soon."My heart skipped a beat as I exchanged a worried glance with Bruno. What were the Rossis planning, and how could we stop them?Bruno's eyes narrowed. "What kind of information?" he asked, his voice tight with tension.Sofia h
Chapter One Hundred And Twelve : Training Veronica’s POV I gazed up at Bruno, my eyes pleading. "Please, Bruno, let me train with you. I'm tired of being the weak mafia wife, always needing protection. I want to be strong, like you. I want to be able to defend myself, and help you in your battles."Bruno's expression softened, his eyes filled with a mix of surprise and admiration. "Veronica, you're not weak. You're smart, and resourceful, and you've already proven yourself to be a valuable asset to me and our family."But I shook my head, determination burning within me. "That's not enough. I want to be more than just a valuable asset. I want to be a partner, a equal. I want to fight alongside you, not just hide behind you."Bruno's face hardened, his jaw clenched in thought. Then, he nodded. "Okay, Veronica. I'll train you. But you have to promise me one thing: you'll always prioritize your safety. I can't lose you, Veronica. You're my everything."I nodded eagerly, my heart racing
Chapter One Hundred And Eleven : Honest Veronica’s POV "We need to be careful, Bruno," I said, my voice still urgent. "Ciana is not to be underestimated. She's cunning and ruthless, and she'll stop at nothing to get what she wants."Bruno nodded, his expression serious. "I know, Veronica. I'll be careful. But I also trust you. If you're by my side, I know we can face anything Ciana throws our way."I felt a surge of love and gratitude towards him, and I knew that we were in this together. We would face whatever challenges came our way, as long as we had each other.Just then, the doorbell rang. Bruno's eyes flicked towards the door, and then back to me. "That must be Ciana," he said, his voice neutral.My heart began to race as I realized that the confrontation was about to begin. I steeled myself, ready to face whatever Ciana had in store for us.Bruno got up to answer the door, and I followed him, my heart pounding in my chest. When he opened the door, Ciana was standing there, a
Chapter One Hundred And Ten : La DonaVeronica’s POVI approached Ciana in the garden, my heart racing with anticipation. "Ciana, we need to talk," I said, my voice firm but calm.She looked up at me, a hint of wariness in her eyes. "What's this about, Veronica?" she asked, her voice sweet but cautious."I know what you're up to," I said, my eyes locked on hers. "I followed you yesterday. I saw you meeting with that mysterious figure at the café."Ciana's expression changed, a flash of fear crossing her face before she masked it with a smile. "Oh, that? That was just a friend from town. We were catching up."I raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "A friend? Really? Because it looked like a lot more than that to me."Ciana sighed, her shoulders sagging. "Fine, Veronica. If you must know, I'm in trouble. I owe some people money, and they're not happy with me."My eyes widened in surprise. "You're in debt? How much?"Ciana hesitated, her eyes darting around the garden. "A lot. More than I can p
Chapter One Hundred And Nine : My Marriage Veronica’s POV I stood my ground, my eyes locked on Ciana's. "I'll do whatever it takes to protect my marriage and my husband," I said, my voice firm and resolute.Ciana sneered at me, but I could see the faintest glimmer of doubt in her eyes. She knew I was onto her, and she wasn't sure how to handle it.Just then, Bruno walked into the room, a look of confusion on his face. "What's going on here?" he asked, his eyes darting between me and Ciana.Ciana's face transformed into a mask of innocence. "Nothing, Bruno," she said, her voice sweet and convincing. "Veronica is just being paranoid again."But I knew the truth. And I was determined to make sure Bruno knew it too. "Bruno, listen to me," I said, my voice urgent. "Ciana is not what she seems. She's been manipulating you, using her charm and wit to get what she wants."Bruno's eyes narrowed, his expression skeptical. "What are you talking about, Veronica?" he asked, his voice firm.And s
Chapter One Hundred And Eight. : Trouble Veronica’s POV Yes, that's true. Ciana's presence seemed to bring a whirlwind of chaos and trouble into our lives. She was always pushing boundaries, testing limits, and challenging authority. Her reckless and impulsive behavior often left me feeling frustrated, worried, and even scared.Despite Bruno's assurances that she was harmless, I couldn't shake the feeling that Ciana was trouble with a capital T. She seemed to delight in causing mischief and mayhem, and her antics often left me feeling like I was walking on eggshells, never knowing what she would do next.As the days went by, I found myself growing more and more uneasy around Ciana. I didn't trust her, and I couldn't understand why Bruno was so blind to her flaws. But despite my reservations, he continued to defend her, insisting that she was a good person deep down.I hoped that he was right, but my instincts told me otherwise. And as the trouble surrounding Ciana continued to escal
Chapter One Hundred And Eight : Bruno’s Childhood friend Veronica’s POV I was busy making dinner in the kitchen when Bruno came in, a hint of a smile on his face. "Hey, Veronica, I need to tell you something," he said, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief.I looked up from the pot I was stirring, my curiosity piqued. "What is it?" I asked, my voice laced with a hint of playfulness.Bruno leaned against the counter, his eyes locked on mine. "Ciana, my childhood friend, is coming to stay with us for a few days," he said, his voice casual, but his eyes betraying a hint of excitement.I raised an eyebrow, my mind racing with questions. "Ciana? I've never heard you mention her before," I said, my curiosity getting the better of me.Bruno chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "That's because Ciana is a special friend, someone I've known since we were kids. She's interested in learning more about the mafia ways, and I offered to teach her the ropes."I felt a pang of surprise,
Chapter One Hundred And Six:Moving Forward Veronica’s POV The next few days were a blur of tears, grief, and pain, but I knew I had to keep moving forward, for my son's sake and for Bruno's. I focused on taking care of our little family, trying to find a new sense of normalcy in a world that felt upside down.As I went through the motions of caring for our son, Bruno was always there, supporting me, holding me, and loving me. He helped with feedings, bath time, and bedtime stories, never complaining, never faltering. He was my rock, my shelter in the storm.I watched him play with our son, laughing and smiling, and my heart swelled with love and gratitude. Bruno was not only my partner but also an amazing father, and our son adored him. Seeing them together brought me comfort and peace, reminding me that life goes on, even in the darkest times.Bruno also took care of me, making sure I ate, slept, and took breaks when I needed them. He listened to me when I needed to talk, held me w
Chapter One Hundred And Five :GriefsVeronica’s POV The burial was a somber and intimate affair, with only immediate family in attendance. The sun cast a gentle glow over the cemetery, as if nature itself was mourning the loss of my beloved mother. The air was heavy with the scent of flowers and the weight of our grief.We gathered around the grave, our faces etched with pain and sadness. The priest's words were a gentle breeze on a summer day, offering comfort and solace in our time of need. But even his thoughtful prayers couldn't ease the ache in my heart.As we laid her to rest, I felt a sense of finality wash over me. It was as if I was saying goodbye to a part of myself, a piece of my history and my heart. The sound of dirt hitting the casket was like a drumbeat, a reminder that life goes on, even in death.We stood there in silence, a family united in our grief, as the reality of our loss sank in. And as we turned to leave, I knew that our lives would never be the same without