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?
Ever since moving out of Liam's beach house, I've been staying with Odette in her quaint apartment. It's a cozy space filled with plants and pastel-colored furniture—everything Odette is: vibrant, lively, and comforting. I've been trying to piece myself back together, focusing on anything other than the whirlwind of emotions and the mess that is my life. Every morning, I wake up with a tightness in my chest, a blend of anxiety and hope. Today, however, feels different.I stretch under the soft, floral-patterned duvet, trying to shake off the grogginess of sleep. As I reach for my phone on the nightstand, I see an unread email notification that makes my heart skip a beat. I blink twice to make sure I'm not imagining things. The email is from my favorite art gallery in New York—Gallery Blue. With trembling hands, I open it.Dear Emma Conti,We are pleased to inform you that after reviewing your application and portfolio, we would like to offer you an internship position at Gallery Blue
I glance at the clock and my heart starts racing. I'm late."Okay, stop fussing!" I scold my bridesmaids, but I can't help the nervous laugh that escapes my lips as Gia fluffs my veil for the third time. Natasha is running around, making sure every single detail is perfect, while Odette is already dressed and helping the makeup artist add the final touches to my lips.And then there's Rob. He's pacing back and forth, muttering under his breath, "You're going to be late for your wedding, Emma. Of course, you are. I knew it. I knew this would happen!""Rob," I groan, rolling my eyes. "You're not helping!"He stops pacing and dramatically places his hands on his hips, his eyes full of fake indignation. "Excuse me, darling. Who has been by your side through every single dress fitting, cake tasting, and meltdown?"I chuckled despite myself, the tension easing just a little. "I love you, Rob.""Yeah, yeah, yeah," he mutters, coming over to adjust my gown. "But seriously, we need to get movi
The darkness is heavy, but slowly, painfully, it starts to lift. I feel a strange tug in my chest, and I'm aware of the beeping sounds, the sterile scent of the hospital filling the air around me. My eyes flutter open, and the brightness of the room stings my vision. It takes a few moments for everything to come into focus.Where… where am I?"Liam?" A soft voice calls out to me, and when I blink again, I see Lilian, Emma's mother, standing by my bedside, her eyes wet with tears. "Oh my God, you're awake."I try to speak, but my throat feels like it's on fire. Instead, I groan, my hand instinctively reaching out to grasp hers. Lilian smiles through her tears, gently squeezing my hand."You've been in a coma, sweetheart," she says softly. "For a while now. But don't worry, you're okay. You're going to be okay." Her smile wavers for a moment before she adds, "Emma… she's at the station with your mother, confronting Serena. But she's fine. She's been by your side every day."My mind race
The silence in the room is deafening. Isabella stands before us, her posture rigid, her hands clasped together tightly as if she's holding on to a secret too heavy to bear. My mom and I sit across from her, the tension thick between us, suffocating."There's something you both need to know," Isabella begins, her voice wavering slightly. I glance at my mom, who looks pale, her fingers tightly gripping the arms of the chair. "I've held onto this for years, but it's time you hear the truth. About Enzo."At the mention of my father's name, my heart skips a beat. I feel my stomach churn as I wait for her to continue. Isabella takes a deep breath, then says the words that make my world tilt off its axis."I knew him."The words hang in the air like a weight, pressing down on me. My mom's face pales even more, her lips trembling as she absorbs the shock of the revelation. Isabella presses on, her eyes filled with a mixture of shame and regret."Enzo and I… we had an affair."The room goes co
The beeping of the heart monitor is the first thing I hear, steady and rhythmic, pulling me from the darkness that has consumed me. My body feels heavy like I'm being held down by invisible weights, and there's a dull ache spreading across my chest and limbs. The sterile smell of the hospital fills my nostrils, and it takes a moment for me to remember where I am.I blinked, squinting against the harsh fluorescent light above, trying to make sense of my surroundings. As my vision clears, I notice my mom, slumped over in a chair next to me, her head resting on her crossed arms, fast asleep. Her face looks worn, more tired than I've ever seen her.I try to sit up, but a sharp pain shoots through my ribs, forcing me to wince. The memories hit me all at once—the truck, the crash, Liam's bloodied face. Panic rises in my chest, and I gasp, "Liam."My voice is weak, barely more than a croak, but it's enough to wake my mom. Her head snaps up, her eyes widening as she sees me. "Emma!" she cries
We're curled up on the couch, the flicker of the fireplace casting warm shadows on the walls. Liam has been quiet all evening, his usual playful mood replaced by a somberness I haven't seen before. I know something's wrong. The weight of his silence presses down on me, but I don't want to push him, not yet.Eventually, he breaks the silence."Emma," he says quietly, his voice strained. His eyes are red and teary, and my heart aches just seeing him like this. "We need to talk."I sit up, my chest tightening. "Liam, what's going on? You're scaring me."He doesn't look at me, his gaze fixed on the fire. His hands tremble, and I gently place mine over his, trying to calm him, to let him know I'm here, whatever it is."I'm a monster," he whispers, his voice breaking. "I've done terrible things, Emma. Things I can't undo."I freeze, my heart hammering in my chest. "Liam, what are you talking about? You're not a monster."He shakes his head, his eyes squeezed shut as if the memories are too
I lean back in my office chair, glancing out of the large windows that overlook the city humming with life. It's been a perfect week, just me and Emma, no distractions, no obligations. We've spent our days exploring the city, enjoying quiet dinners by candlelight, and getting lost in each other's company. For the first time in a long while, I felt completely at peace.But now, it's back to reality. Back to work. And as much as I hate to admit it, the tension in the air is thick. I've barely been at my desk for half an hour when my mother storms into the office, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floors. Right behind her, Serena follows with a face full of barely contained rage. Great. Just the pair I didn't want to see today."Liam!" my mother snaps, her voice slicing through the silence of the room. "We need to talk."I sit up, bracing myself. I knew this was coming. Ever since Emma returned, I've been waiting for the inevitable confrontation. My mother never approved of E
I step off the plane, my heart racing with excitement and nerves. It's been months since I last set foot in Italy, and the anticipation of seeing Liam again has my stomach in knots. He thinks I'm arriving tomorrow, but I can't wait. My internship is officially over, and now I'm here, ready to surprise him.Odette is waiting for me just outside baggage claim, her signature oversized sunglasses perched on her head, and a wide grin stretching across her face. Beside her, Natasha and Gia are waving excitedly, their energy contagious. The second I step through the doors, I'm swept into a whirlwind of hugs, laughter, and excited chatter."Girl, you look amazing!" Gia says, her eyes sparkling as she gives me a once-over. "Internship did wonders for you.""I agree," Natasha adds, her arm looped through mine as we start walking toward the car. "Liam is going to lose his mind when he sees you."Odette, always the ringleader of the group, claps her hands together. "Alright, ladies. Time to make
The phone rings, and Emma's name lights up the screen. My heart skips a beat. I pick up, trying to keep my voice steady, but as soon as I hear her voice, soft and warm, I feel a smile tugging at my lips."Hey," she says, and I can hear the smile in her voice too. "I just got the flowers. A hundred roses, Liam? Really?"I chuckle, leaning back in my chair. "Too much?""No," she says quickly, a slight laugh in her tone. "It was perfect. You know, everyone at work is completely jealous. Rob hasn't stopped squealing since they arrived.""I'm glad you liked them," I say, feeling the tension in my chest loosen a little. "I wasn't sure if a hundred was over the top, but... I needed you to know how serious I am.""I know," she says softly. "And I love them. They're beautiful."There's a pause, a comfortable silence settling between us. I close my eyes, just listening to her breathe on the other end of the line. Even through the phone, the connection between us feels so strong, so real. It's h
Monday hits me like a freight train. After a long, emotionally charged weekend, the idea of being back at work feels surreal. I sit at my desk, staring blankly at the computer screen in front of me, barely registering the flurry of emails that have piled up in my inbox. My body is here, but my mind is still somewhere else—somewhere between the memory of Liam's arms wrapped around me and the question that's been gnawing at me since we parted: 'Should I go with him?'Italy. Home. The idea stirs something deep inside me. I miss it—the warm cobblestone streets, the smell of my mom's hair, the laughter of my friends. But this internship is my dream. It's everything I've worked for, and it's not over yet. This is my life now. But, God, it's hard not to wonder what it would be like to be with Liam every day, no distance, no uncertainties. Just us."Okay, spill."Rob's voice breaks through my thoughts, snapping me back to reality. He's leaning against my desk, arms crossed, his eyes alight wi