Chapter Sixty Two : Tell Me The TruthVeronica’s POV I woke up to find Bruno standing over me, his eyes fixed intently on mine. He was fully dressed, his expression grave, and his presence seemed to fill the entire room. The seriousness in his gaze sent a shiver down my spine, and I instinctively knew that something was wrong."Bruno, what is it?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, as I slowly sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes.His expression didn't change, but his voice was low and urgent. "Veronica, we need to talk. Now."Bruno's eyes bore into mine, his voice low and grave. "Veronica, the numbers don't lie. You're three days overdue for your period, and you missed the last one entirely. I think we need to face the possibility that you might be pregnant."My heart skipped a beat as his words landed like a bombshell, sending my mind racing and my pulse soaring. The room seemed to shrink around me, leaving only the two of us, suspended in this moment of raw vulnerabilit
Chapter Sixty Three : Thrown OutVeronica’s POV Victor, Bruno's loyal butler, stood rigidly by his side, his expression unyielding. "Sir, shall I escort her out?" he asked, his voice devoid of emotion.Bruno nodded curtly, his eyes never leaving mine. "Yes, Victor. Please see that she leaves the premises immediately."Without a word, Victor grasped my arm firmly and led me out of the mansion, down the grand staircase, and through the ornate front doors. I stumbled along beside him, my heart heavy with shame and despair.As we reached the driveway, Victor released my arm and stepped back, his eyes cold and detached. "You are no longer welcome here, Miss," he said, his voice dripping with disdain.I looked back at the mansion, hoping against hope that my mother would appear, begging for mercy or intervening on my behalf. But the doors remained shut, and I was left alone, abandoned and forsaken, with nothing but the clothes on my back and the bitter taste of rejection.My own mother wat
Chapter Sixty Four : Starting Fresh Veronica’s POV I felt like I was drowning in responsibilities, with no lifeline in sight. Being a single mother was harder than I thought, and the stress was taking a toll on me. I was exhausted, both physically and emotionally.But then Sally walked in, like a breath of fresh air. She listened to me vent, her eyes filled with understanding and compassion. And when I finally broke down in tears, she enveloped me in a warm hug."Hey, you're not alone, Veronica," she whispered. "We'll get through this together."Her words were like a balm to my soul. I realized that I didn't have to carry this burden alone. Sally helped me research financial aid options and introduced me to a network of single mothers who understood my struggles.With their support, I started to feel like myself again. I began to see a glimmer of hope, a chance to build a better life for my child and me.But just as things were looking up, another challenge hit me like a ton of bric
Chapter Sixty Five :Back To SpainVeronica’s POV Just as we were finding our rhythm, life threw us a curveball. I was diagnosed with a chronic illness, and my world was turned upside down. Alejandro was scared and didn't understand why Mommy couldn't play or run with him like before.I was heartbroken, feeling like I'd let him down. But as I looked into his worried eyes, I knew I had to be strong. I explained my condition in a way he could understand, and we began to adapt to our new normal.With the help of medication and therapy, I learned to manage my symptoms. Alejandro learned to be more independent and supportive, becoming my little caregiver.Together, we faced this new challenge, hand in hand. And as we did, our bond grew stronger, our loveJust as we were adjusting to our new normal, another challenge hit us. The non-profit organization I worked for faced funding cuts, and I lost my job. Alejandro was devastated, feeling like he'd lost the security we'd worked so hard to bui
Chapter Sixty Six : Our Fresh StartVeronica’s POV As we continued our adventure in Spain, Alejandro's innocence and joy helped me see the world through fresh eyes. We explored the colorful streets of Barcelona, built sandcastles on the beach, and laughed together over platefuls of paella.One day, while we were visiting a beautiful park, Alejandro ran ahead, chasing after a butterfly. I watched him, my heart full of love and gratitude. This little boy, with his curious mind and loving heart, had brought me back to life.As I watched him play, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. I knew that I had made the right decision in leaving the past behind and starting anew. This was our new beginning, our fresh start.As we explored the countryside, we stumbled upon a beautiful village nestled in the hills. We spent the day wandering through its narrow streets, admiring the ancient architecture and sampling local delicacies.Alejandro was fascinated by the village's history and asked me a m
Chapter Sixty Seven : Heart Throb Veronica’s POV As I walked towards him, my heart skipped a beat. Bruno looked even more handsome than I remembered, his piercing eyes and chiseled features seemingly chiseled by the gods themselves. His dark hair was perfectly styled, and his smile could still melt my heart. It had been five years since we last saw each other, but time seemed to have only refined his rugged good looks.I felt like I was 21 again, my tongue-tied and my senses overwhelmed by his presence. My mind went blank, and all I could do was stare. He was even more dashing in his tailored suit, his confidence and charisma radiating like an aura around him."Veronica," he said, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. "You look stunning."I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. "Bruno," I managed to stammer, my cheeks flushing with heat.We stood there for a moment, the tension between us palpable. It was as if no time had passed at all, and we were still the two lovers w
Chapter Sixty Eight : He is deadVeronica’s POV Bruno joined me on the terrace, his eyes locking onto mine in a tense silence. The air was electric with unspoken words, with emotions we both struggled to contain.We stood there for a moment, the only sound the distant hum of the city. Then, without a word, Bruno reached out and took my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine.My heart skipped a beat as I felt a jolt of electricity run through me. It was like no time had passed at all, and we were back in the past, when love was new and exciting.But as I looked into his eyes, I saw something different. A depth, a sadness, a longing. And I knew that this wasn't just about rekindling the past, but about forging a new future.My heart melted, and I knew I was still in love with him. But I was also scared, unsure if I was ready to forgive and forget. I pulled my hand away, trying to create some distance between us.But Bruno was relentless, his eyes burning with desire. He took my hand
Chapter Sixty Nine : No One Will Take Me Away From YouVeronica’s POVI burst through the door, tears streaming down my face, and flung my arms around Alejandro, holding him tight. "No one is going to take you away from me," I whispered, my voice shaking with determination. "No one."I had just faced Bruno, and the pain of our past came flooding back. But I had protected my secret, the one thing that mattered most to me. I had lied to Bruno, told him that our child was dead, all to keep him from taking Alejandro away from me.I held my son closer, feeling his warm embrace, his gentle heartbeat. He was my everything, my reason for living. And I would do anything, anything at all, to keep him safe from harm. From Bruno's harm.As I held Alejandro tight, the tears continued to fall, memories flooding my mind like a relentless storm. I remembered the day Bruno's face twisted with anger, his eyes blazing with cruelty, as he spat cruel words at me: "You're nothing but a burden, a mistake. G
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