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Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Luca's Light
The world outside might have kept moving, but in this small corner of the NICU, time had frozen.Three sons. Born too soon.Three tiny souls who carried the weight of her world on their fragile shoulders.Matteo, the first to cry, had come into the world loud and strong—his scream had made her sob in relief. Antonio, his twin by seconds, had gripped the nurse’s glove with impossibly small fingers, as if refusing to be separated from his brother. They now slept peacefully in the recovery room, their matching features softened by newborn sleep, pink lips parted in dreams Antonia would never get to see.But Luca… Luca had arrived in silence.He hadn’t cried. He hadn’t opened his eyes. And he hadn’t breathed on his own.Her heart had splintered in that moment.Now, as she sat inches from the incubator, watching the rise and fall of his narrow chest beneath layers of tubes and wires, Antonia whispered his name like a prayer.“Luca,” she murmured, barely above a breath. “You’re the quiet on
Last Updated : 2025-04-23Secret Wife Of The Billionaire When the Lights fades
The soft, rhythmic hum of machines had become a lullaby in Antonia’s ears. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep—not even for a second—but exhaustion had finally dragged her under. Curled beside Luca’s incubator, her hand resting just inches from the transparent barrier, her breathing matched his monitor. Shallow. Fragile. Hopeful.The dim light above flickered slightly as the door creaked open.A tall male nurse stepped in—his steps swift but practiced, his eyes scanning the machines. He wore the hospital’s standard navy scrubs, an ID badge clipped to his chest. His face was unfamiliar, but in her half-sleep, Antonia didn’t stir.He moved with precision. Gloved fingers adjusting an IV, checking the monitor readings. Then came the needle—an injection he drew from his pocket without hesitation.He bent over the incubator and pressed the needle into the side port.Luca didn’t stir.The nurse pressed the plunger slowly, watching the clear liquid disappear. A moment passed, then he straightened
Last Updated : 2025-04-23Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Shattered Cradles
The sharp click of polished leather shoes echoed through the parking lot, a lonely rhythm in the hush of twilight. Federico stood beneath a flickering lamp, its dim orange glow casting long shadows across his tailored suit. He gripped his phone tighter, knuckles pale, as his voice sliced through the silence.“Hey,” he spat, low and seething. “I told you to take care of all three of them.”His jaw clenched as he paused, listening to the man on the other end. The veins in his neck pulsed like coiled wire, a volcano of restraint.“Why is it only one that's dead?” he demanded, his voice trembling on the edge of fury. “You always leave your job half-done. I warned you last time—you were almost caught. Almost exposed everything.”His eyes scanned the darkness, paranoia creeping like ivy through his mind. “Just one job,” he hissed, “one job I ask of you. And you turn it into a goddamn nightmare.”He stopped pacing, breath fogging the cool evening air. “You make everything ten times harder. S
Last Updated : 2025-04-25Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Whisper in the Dark
“Alessandro…” Federico’s voice was firm, but gentle, his hand pressing against his Senior brother’s back with brotherly urgency. “Everything is going to be okay. I know it doesn’t feel like it now, but you have to believe me.”Alessandro stood still, his eyes red-rimmed, his jaw tight. The sterile hospital hallway was cold and humming with soft machinery sounds, but nothing compared to the storm raging inside him.“You guys have to fight this,” Federico continued, stepping around to face him. “No matter what it takes. For your sons. At least for them.”Alessandro blinked back the welling tears, his throat tight as he thought of Matteo and Antonio—how small their hands were in his. And Lucas… his tiny son that was dead, wires and machines that was breathing for him. He hadn't even had the chance to hold his third son properly. Just a glimpse, and a name—Lucas. Antonia’s trembling lips had whispered it just before the nurses had wheeled her away.“You have to be by Antonia’s side no mat
Last Updated : 2025-04-25Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Cradles of Ghosts
The living room glowed with warm afternoon sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains. Balloons floated near the ceiling, and a banner that read “Happy 1st Birthday Matteo & Antonio” hung across the mantle in cheerful colors. Laughter filled the air, rich with love, tinged with the unspoken.“Happy birthday to you,” sang Roosevelt in a melodic voice, her hands clapping in rhythm as her smile stretched wide and genuine.“Happy birthday to you,” Aldo joined in, chuckling as he nudged Federico, who reluctantly joined, holding a party hat askew on his head.Antonia’s voice wavered, but she smiled, singing softly as she carried little Antonio in her arms. The child giggled and tugged at her earrings with chubby fingers.Alessandro, standing beside her, held Matteo with gentle ease. His eyes were locked on Antonia more than the cake, as if searching for the faintest shift in her expression. Her smile was beautiful—poised and photogenic—but he could see the cracks. She always wore it like
Last Updated : 2025-04-25Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Unspoken Scares
The house had quieted.The twins were finally asleep, curled in opposite corners of the big bed they refused to leave tonight. Alessandro had tucked them in with exaggerated kisses and soft lullabies, while Antonia watched from the doorway—silently, always silently.Now the only sound came from the occasional rustle of the wind brushing against the window panes, and the slow ticking of the clock on the wall.Alessandro stepped into the bedroom they once shared with arms full of folded blankets. He paused in the doorway, seeing Antonia already seated on the bed, her back to him, her shoulders hunched slightly as though the weight of the day was only just catching up with her.He moved quietly, setting the blankets aside, and walked over to her. “Need anything?” he asked softly, unsure if the question was too much or not enough.She shook her head. “Just… a moment,” she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.He didn’t press. Instead, he sat beside her, close but not touching. The silence
Last Updated : 2025-04-25Secret Wife Of The Billionaire The Offer
The clock read past midnight, but neither Antonia nor Alessandro could sleep.They lay side by side, their breaths slow, the silence between them no longer sharp-edged with pain, but padded by the kind of exhaustion that only comes from speaking the truth aloud.Antonia turned slightly, her gaze drifting over to Alessandro’s profile—his brow relaxed now, his lips parted softly in the stillness of the room. Yet she knew his mind wasn’t resting. It never did. Not since Lucas.She reached out and lightly touched his forearm. “Are you awake?”He opened his eyes immediately. “Always, when it’s you.”There was no teasing in his voice—just an earnestness that made her heart ache.“I didn’t mean to spring that on you earlier,” she whispered. “About work. I know it must have felt sudden.”Alessandro turned onto his side to face her. His hand found hers beneath the covers, his fingers brushing against hers like he was scared he might lose her again.“No,” he said. “You were right to say it. I j
Last Updated : 2025-04-25Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Uncle Federico's Arrival
The sun draped itself across the island like a golden shawl, lazily spilling into the villa's open windows. The sound of the ocean, distant and rhythmic, blended with the quiet laughter of two small boys chasing each other barefoot through the sand-covered patio.Antonia was in the kitchen, slicing mangoes and humming softly, while Alessandro stood at the open French doors, sipping from a glass of water and watching his sons with quiet affection. For a man who once lived for boardrooms and deadlines, these slow island mornings had become his sanctuary.Then came the sound of tires crunching over gravel.Alessandro squinted toward the front gate, his brow lifting. “We weren’t expecting anyone, were we?”Antonia shook her head, wiping her hands. “No… unless—”Before she could finish, a familiar voice rang through the stillness.“Don’t tell me my nephews have already forgotten their favorite uncle!”The twins’ heads snapped up. Matteo gasped. Antonio shrieked with joy.“UNCLE FEDERICO!!!
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The ride was supposed to be safe.Silent, secure — a simple drive to the villa where Alessandro had promised protection awaited them.Antonia sat in the backseat, one twin pressed against each of her sides. Matteo clutched her hand tightly, while Antonio quietly hummed under his breath, a nervous habit he hadn’t outgrown.The countryside blurred past the windows in smears of green and gold, the sun low in the sky.For a moment, Antonia allowed herself to believe they were safe.Until she heard the soft, mechanical click.The doors locked.Antonia stiffened immediately.She leaned forward, her voice calm but sharp."Driver," she said, forcing herself to stay composed, "why did you lock the doors?"There was no answer.The man behind the wheel stared ahead, his knuckles tightening around the steering wheel.Antonia’s heartbeat quickened."Driver," she repeated, firmer this time. "Open the doors. Now."Still nothing.Matteo tugged at her sleeve, his voice small and scared."Mamma... what
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Beneath the Surface
The estate was quieter now — at least on the surface.But Alessandro knew better.Silence was not peace. It was the breath before a storm broke.After ensuring the twins were upstairs under watchful care — after giving Antonia a kiss that tasted like an unspoken apology — he slipped away to the security room tucked deep within the house.The door clicked shut behind him.Inside, six massive monitors illuminated the darkened space, each displaying live feeds from every corner of the property: gates, hallways, gardens, perimeter walls. A silent, ceaseless watch.Marco, his head of security, stood stiffly near the corner, tension radiating from every line of his body."Leave," Alessandro said quietly, his voice brooking no argument.Marco hesitated."Sir, if I could just say—"Alessandro turned his head slightly — a mere flick of his gaze — and Marco swallowed his words, nodded stiffly, and left without another word.As the door clicked shut, Alessandro exhaled slowly and leaned forward,
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Shadows at the Door
The morning sun filtered weakly through the grand windows of the estate, but inside the house, the atmosphere was thick, heavy — as if even the light was afraid to linger too long.Alessandro stood in the foyer, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his dark tailored trousers, watching as the twins, Matteo and Antonio, sat slumped on the bottom step of the staircase, backpacks at their feet. They were already dressed for school — navy uniforms neat, hair combed carefully — but their usual chatter was missing. Their small faces were pinched in confusion.Antonio’s voice broke the silence."Papa... why can’t we go?" he asked, his tone unusually timid.Alessandro knelt down in front of them, his heart cracking open at the sight of their disappointment. His hand, steady and warm, found Antonio’s shoulder. He squeezed gently, then reached for Matteo too, pulling them both closer."There was... an unexpected delivery this morning," he said carefully, choosing every word as if it were a st
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Whispers Wrapped in Papers
The second morning of school came quicker than anyone expected.The twins, Matteo and Antonio, bounced down the grand staircase of the Amato estate, their tiny backpacks clutched in excitement.Antonia watched them from the kitchen, smiling behind her coffee cup.There was something about their laughter — pure, uninhibited — that always softened the hardest parts of her heart.Alessandro sat at the breakfast table, scrolling through emails on his tablet, but every now and then, he lifted his head just to watch them too.His family.His reason for everything."Papa!" Antonio chirped, dragging Matteo along as they skidded into the dining room."How many more days until Saturday?""Today is Thursday," Alessandro said with a small smirk, putting down his tablet."So two more days, little warrior."Matteo frowned, counting on his fingers."That’s too long," he complained, making both parents laugh softly.Antonia ruffled Matteo's dark hair as she passed him a plate."You’ll be so busy maki
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Shadows Beneath the Light
The evening sky bled into soft hues of lavender and gold as the city lights of Milan flickered awake.Inside the Amato estate, the world was still and quiet — save for the faint sound of a wine cork popping in the kitchen.Antonia leaned against the marble counter, her heels already kicked off, her body humming with exhaustion.It had been a long day. Her first full day working side by side with Alessandro — full of whispered glares, tight smiles, and an unspoken war with women who hated her without knowing her.Yet somehow, despite it all... she felt alive.Footsteps approached. Heavy. Familiar. Safe.Alessandro appeared, still in his shirt and vest, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. His dark hair was slightly tousled, as though he'd raked his fingers through it one too many times.He held two glasses of wine."For surviving," he said with a wry smile, handing one to her.Antonia smiled tiredly, accepting it.Their fingers brushed.A spark ran between them — small, electric."Th
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Silent and Shields
The next morning broke crisp and clear over the Amato estate.Sunlight streamed through the grand windows, casting golden rays across the polished marble floors.But beneath the beauty of the day, a layer of tension hummed through the air.Alessandro stood by the window of his study, phone pressed to his ear, his voice clipped and commanding."I want two security details," he said, his tone leaving no room for negotiation."One for the house, another for the twins' school. Discreet but thorough. No one gets close without clearance."He paused, jaw tight, as he listened to the head of his private security team."And double-check every staff member's background. I don’t care how long they’ve been with us."His gaze flickered toward the garden, where Antonia was helping Matteo and Antonio adjust their school uniforms.Her laughter floated up to him, light and sweet — a sound he was willing to do anything to protect.He ended the call, exhaling slowly, letting his mind sharpen with purpos
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Unseen Event
The towering glass building of SKYE TECH glistened under the bright Italian sun as Alessandro’s sleek black car pulled up to the private entrance.Antonia sat beside him, smoothing invisible creases from her cream-colored blouse, her nerves a bundle of tight strings.It wasn't just another first day at a job — it was stepping into a world where everything would be scrutinized, whispered about, judged.Alessandro noticed her tension.He reached over, squeezing her hand warmly."You belong here, Tesoro," he said, his voice low and full of certainty.Antonia smiled faintly, grateful for his unwavering support.As they entered the lobby, a wave of hushes swept through the employees gathered around.Whispers slithered through the air like smoke."Is that her?""She’s beautiful...""No wonder he stayed away for five years.""Assistant? Right. Looks more like his queen."Antonia kept her chin high, her steps even, refusing to let the gossip pierce her skin.Inside the executive floor, Alessa
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Cracks Beneath the Crown
The heavy mahogany doors of the SKYE TECH boardroom swung shut behind Alessandro, but not everyone moved immediately.Federico Amato lingered at the back of the room, a tight smile frozen on his handsome face.Around him, the board members buzzed with excitement, some congratulating each other, others speculating about Antonia’s sudden rise into the company’s inner circle.But Federico barely heard them.Behind the charming mask he wore so well, his heart boiled with fury."You fool, Alessandro," Federico thought, clenching and unclenching his fists inside the pockets of his tailored jacket."You just made yourself — and her — even bigger targets."He turned toward the long conference window, staring out over the sprawling city. His reflection glared back at him — hollow, furious.Federico’s mind spiraled back to the five years he had quietly manipulated the company, built secret alliances, and nurtured relationships behind Alessandro’s back.He had sacrificed too much to be sidelined
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire The king's take the throne
The grand conference hall of SKYE TECH was buzzing with tension. Board members whispered among themselves, their suits immaculate, their faces wary. The press — reporters from the most influential Italian newspapers and global tech media — clustered at the back of the room, clutching notepads, microphones, and cameras poised like weapons.A low murmur rippled through the hall when Alessandro Amato strode in.He was a vision of control — sharp black suit, crisp white shirt, and a steely gaze that silenced the room without a word. His very presence commanded obedience.The cameras immediately began to flash, bursts of white light illuminating the room as if lightning had struck.Alessandro stepped up to the podium, placed his hands firmly on either side, and swept his cold blue eyes over the room."Good afternoon," he began, his voice calm but carrying an underlying weight that made everyone lean closer. "I know it has been five years since I stood before you in this very building."Whi
