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Unspoken Wounds
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Antonia lay back against the pillows, her body still aching from the accident, when Federico pulled up a chair beside her. His expression was serious but gentle as he leaned forward."How are you feeling?" he asked.Antonia let out a slow breath. "I've been better."Federico nodded. "I’d like to ask you some questions, if you don’t mind.”Antonia gave a small nod, signaling him to continue."Did you see the man who hit you?" he asked, his eyes searching hers for any recollection.She shook her head. "No, I couldn’t see his face. He was wearing all black, and his helmet made it impossible to identify him."Federico furrowed his brows. "Then how do you know it was a man?"Antonia’s eyes darkened with memory. "He had a tiger tattoo on his left hand. I saw it the moment he gripped the handlebars before speeding off. And there was something else—a necklace. A silver cross with a skull on it, and the skull had a tiny red diamond in each eye socket."Federico’s face tensed as he reached into
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The phone call crackled to life, and the voice on the other end dripped with amusement."You know, Alessandro, you and your brother are absolutely terrible at playing games. That’s why I prefer playing with Antonia," the man taunted, his laughter sending a chill down Alessandro’s spine.Alessandro’s grip on his phone tightened, his knuckles turning white. His voice was cold and laced with fury."You bastard. Count yourself lucky we didn’t get you this time. But believe me, you’re going to pay for what you did."The man chuckled, unbothered. "And what makes you think I’ll pay? I was just having a little fun with her. That’s all. But here I am, being threatened by the almighty Alessandro Amato—one of the greatest tech wizards of our generation. You know, I think the press and the public would love to see you on your knees, begging… all for a woman."Alessandro’s jaw clenched as he remained silent, his chest rising and falling with restrained anger."Wait," the man continued, his voice d
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Antonia froze as her eyes caught sight of the woman through the window—frail, still, seated beneath the dim glow of the porch light. Her breath hitched."How... how come she's alive?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "I thought you said she was dead, Alessandro..."Alessandro stood behind her, shirtless, wearing only his pajama pants. His presence was quiet but grounding. He stepped closer, the warmth of his body brushing against her back.“I never said she was dead,” he murmured, voice low. “You asked if she was alive, Antonia... and I didn’t answer.”He leaned down, lips close to her ear, his breath gentle against her skin. “That woman over there... she’s my mother’s twin sister.”Antonia turned her head slightly, eyes searching his as the pieces began to fall into place.“She lost her child years ago,” he continued, voice roughened by memory. “After my mom died... I was asked to stay with her. She started seeing me as her son. It was easier to let her believe it. She loved me li
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