The hospital is too bright, too sterile. I feel out of place in the narrow hallway, surrounded by cold, white walls and the faint, antiseptic smell that seems to cling to everything. I've been here for hours, pacing back and forth, trying to keep my mind from spiraling out of control.I look at the double doors leading to the operating room, wishing I could do something more, anything to help Emma's mom. I've already arranged for her to have the best care money can buy. I insisted on the most expensive private room in the hospital. I even hired extra security to stand guard outside her room to ensure she had peace once the surgery was over. It feels like nothing in the face of what Emma is going through, but it's all I can do right now.I lean back against the wall, running a hand through my hair. I've been trying to call Emma since I found out, but she wouldn't answer. I get it—she has every right to be angry with me. I messed up in more ways than I can count. But when I heard about
Days pass in a haze after the hospital. Emma hasn't returned my calls or texts, and every attempt to reach out feels like sending a message into a void. I know I have no right to demand her attention, but that doesn't stop me from trying. I keep replaying our conversation at the hospital in my head, trying to find some way to fix things. I need to do something, to make things right, even if it takes everything I have.It's time to put a plan into action. I decide to meet Natasha, Emma's cousin. She might be the key to everything. The only problem is, that Natasha and I don't exactly have the best relationship. After all, she's Emma's family, and she's loyal. She's always been suspicious of me, even before everything went wrong. But I have to try. If anyone can help me reach Emma, it's her.I use my connections to find Natasha and arrange to meet her at her family's tavern, La Taverna d'Oro. The tavern is nestled in a quieter part of Rimini, with a warm, inviting atmosphere that makes
The steam from the sauna envelops me, its warmth seeping into my skin and making my muscles relax. Odette and I have been at the spa for a few hours now, moving from the sauna to the hot tub to the massage chairs. It's a much-needed escape, a way to forget everything for a while. But my mind keeps drifting back to the hospital, to Liam, to the way he looked at me like he was still holding on to hope.Odette, sensing my distraction, nudges me gently. "You're thinking about him again, aren't you?"I let out a sigh. "I can't help it. He's always there in the back of my mind. No matter what I do, I can't seem to shake him."She rolls her eyes playfully. "You need to let loose, chérie. This is supposed to be a relaxing day, not a therapy session." She leans back, closing her eyes, clearly enjoying the heat.Just then, my phone buzzes for the third time in the last few minutes. I groan, knowing exactly who it is. Natasha has been calling non-stop. I try to ignore it, but when the buzzing co
The café is bustling with activity, but my mind is elsewhere. I sit at a corner table, absently stirring a coffee that's long gone cold. Serena is late, as usual, and I can't help but wonder if she's doing it on purpose, dragging this out to make it harder for me. I know this meeting is going to be ugly. It's a confrontation I've put off long enough, and I need to end this once and for all.When the door finally opens, and I see her walk in with Marco, my stomach tightens. Marco's presence is the last thing I need right now. His swagger and cocky grin set my teeth on edge. But I keep my composure, standing up as they approach the table.Serena's eyes are cold, and her smile doesn't reach them. "Liam," she says coolly. "You look like hell."I don't bother with pleasantries. "We need to talk," I say, cutting straight to the point.Marco snorts, sliding into the seat across from me. "What's this about, Caruso? Got more bad news?"I ignore him, focusing on Serena. "I'm calling off the eng
I've been a mess lately, and I hate it. I can't remember the last time I had a decent night's sleep. Between the constant barrage of calls from my mother and the chaos of my personal life, I feel like I'm drowning. My birthday is coming up, and as if things weren't bad enough, my mother, Isabella, has been hounding me to throw a party.Today, she's decided to show up unannounced at my office. I barely have time to prepare myself before she strides through the door, her heels clicking sharply against the polished marble floor. She doesn't waste a second. Her expression is a mix of disappointment and frustration."Liam," she begins, her tone cutting through the quiet of my office, "I'm deeply disappointed in you. Your behavior as of late has been utterly unacceptable."I sigh, leaning back in my chair. I've heard this speech before. "Mother, can we not do this right now?""Oh, we will do this now," she snaps. "You've embarrassed this family enough. That fight with Marco? Is Serena calli
I wake up to the sound of rain tapping softly against the window, a rhythmic pattern that matches the steady thump of my heartbeat. I lie in bed for a moment, letting the cool, gray light seep into my room, trying to gather the courage to face another day. It's been a few days since Liam's birthday party, and I still can't shake the feeling of dread that settled in my chest when he told me he would go through with the divorce.I push myself out of bed and wander into the kitchen, the smell of freshly brewed coffee already filling the air. Odette, who's been staying with me for a few days, is perched on one of the stools, flipping through a magazine. She looks up and gives me a sympathetic smile."Morning, cherie," she says in her lilting French accent. "How are you feeling today?"I shrug, pouring myself a cup of coffee. "The same as yesterday, I guess. A bit numb, a bit lost."Odette closes her magazine and turns to face me, her expression softening. "I know it's hard, but you need t
The café is small and dimly lit, tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. Natasha, Antonio, and I have been sitting here for about ten minutes, anxiously waiting for the man who claims to have information about my father, Enzo Conti, and Matteo. The tension is thick, making it hard to breathe. The hum of muted conversation around us does nothing to calm my nerves. I don't know if I'm ready for what I'm about to hear, but I have to be. It's the only way to find out what happened to them.Natasha taps her fingers against her coffee cup, her face set in a hard line of determination. "He'll show up," she says, though it sounds more like she's convincing herself than me. Antonio leans back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest. His expression is unreadable, but I can see the worry in his eyes.Finally, the door opens, and a man in his late fifties walks in. He's wearing a dark coat, a cap pulled low over his face, making it hard to see his features. He scans the room briefly before h
I drive through the city streets, weaving through traffic as fast as I can without getting pulled over. Emma's phone call echoes in my mind, her voice shaking with something between anger and despair. She sounded like she was barely holding it together, and I knew I had to get to her as quickly as possible.When I finally pull up to the address she gave me, I see her standing outside a small café. She looks pale, her arms wrapped tightly around herself like she's trying to keep from falling apart. I rush over, my heart pounding, desperate to hold her, to make everything okay, even though I know I can't."Emma," I call out, my voice barely more than a whisper. She turns to face me, and I see the tears pooling in her eyes. Before I can say another word, I pull her into my arms, holding her as tightly as I can. The tears spill over, and she buries her face into my chest, her body trembling with each sob. I feel my own eyes stinging, guilt and anger warring inside me.How did we get here?