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Ariana Addison's words dripped with venom as she spat, "You fucking whore! If you go near my man, I will throw you into the gutter with the trash you love, and they will fuck—"Before she could finish her cruel threat, Sia moved swiftly. With a simple kick to Ariana’s knee, the woman screamed in pain and her balance thrown off. As she raised her hand to slap Sia, the lattergrabbed her wrist and twisted it sharply.Ariana’s scream echoed through the hallway as a pain shot through her arm as she realized her wrist might be broken. “You freak! You broke my hand!” she cried, trying to reach for Sia’s hair in desperation. But Sia smoothly dodged her attempt and stuck out her foot, which caused Ariana to stumble and slam hard into the wall.At that moment, Jeremy Salvatore and Leon Hart, who had been in the middle of a business conversation, arrived just in time to witness the scene. Jeremy's eyes widened in shock as he took in the sight before him. “What happened here?” he asked, clearly c
“Where the hell have you brought me?” Sia demanded as she spotted Leon casually sitting at the breakfast table and biting into his sandwich. Her anger flared so intensely that she swore she wouldn’t think twice before unloading a bullet into that smug and obnoxious head of his. Just minutes ago, she had woken up in a strange bedroom, dressed in a night suit. Who the hell had changed her clothes? The last thing she remembered was being in his car, talking to him, and then... nothing.Fucking Leon Hart! Fuming, she marched downstairs and found him in the living room, looking far too relaxed for her liking.“Good morning to you too, sweetheart,” Leon grinned, his voice dripping with smugness.That grin made her blood boil even more.“Send me back!” she barked, her tone sharp as if he were one of her subordinates. The words like please and thank you were not a part of her dictionary. Leon pointed nonchalantly towards the door. “There it is.”Sia shot him a furious glare and stormed towar
"Make me another one," she ordered, not even looking up. "And toast it properly this time."Leon clenched his jaw, swearing silently. If it weren't for the values his mother instilled in him—always feed the hungry and never refuse food, he might have lost his patience by now. This woman... did she forget I kidnapped her? She can’t order me around! But despite his inner frustration, he got up and made two more sandwiches for the insatiable goblin sitting at his table.Once she finished, Alessia wiped her mouth and looked at him coolly. "Now, go lock up that beast and take me home."Leon stared at her, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. This was going to be a long day.Did she really think he was one of her servants that she always order around? he must recall her some interesting facts. Now it was Leon’s turn to smile wickedly. "Did you forget that you were kidnapped?"“Leon… I’m warning you,” Alessia said in a low, dangerous voice.He leaned closer, his lips just an inch from hers.
It was dinner time when Leon finally returned. Alessia was still sitting at the dining table where he had left her in the morning. She didn’t utter a single word as he prepared food in front of her. When he placed the plates on the table, he simply said, “Eat.”She didn’t even glance up at him. All day, she had been stuck in that same spot, too afraid to move because every time she tried, Lucifer would bark and scare her back into submission. He had used her fear of dogs against her and she knew she would never forgive him for that.“Hold your beast—your dog. I want to go back to my room,” she said, her voice laced with frustration.Leon responded casually, “Sure.”He then looked at Lucifer. “Lucifer, come here. She is your mom. Don’t trouble her inside the house. Your only job is to keep her safe,” Leon instructed, as though having a conversation with the dog. Lucifer barked in protest as if reminding Leon that she had insulted him earlier. “I apologize on her behalf for calling you
Leon glanced at her, amused as he filled his bottle. “Dinner is on the dining table,” he said casually, as if it hadn’t been her pride keeping her from eating all evening.Sia narrowed her eyes, harrumphing before responding proudly, “I’m fine with my own food.”Leon’s lips twitched in amusement but he said nothing and left her to her cold and buttered bread.As Sia said this, Leon had a look on his face that she knew all too well. But she brushed it off, reminding herself that it wasn’t material things that defined wealth, it was the hard work behind them. Wasn’t that what John Locke said? Mixing labor with the goods of nature makes it your private property. It was her effort that turned those slices of bread into a meal, not his.Proud of herself, she was heading back to her room when she noticed Leon lounging on the couch while flipping through the pages of a book. Grinning, she couldn’t resist throwing a jab at him.She said with a tone full of arrogance that can even put God to a
The gloating Sia, who had gone to bed thinking she had everything under control, woke up with a sharp and unbearable stomachache. When she sat up, she noticed a huge blood stain on the mattress."Oh shoot!" Sia groaned. "Do they have to come now? I can't deal with this right now!" Another wave of pain shot through her stomach, radiating to her pelvis and back. "Oh my god, I'm going to die! I will die on this deserted island!"Her body had always been out of sync and her periods were pure suffering which often requiring medical intervention. They only lasted two days, but those two days were hell.If there was one thing Sia valued more than her arrogance and wealth, it was her life. No one else loved her so she had learned to love herself.Swallowing her pride, she went to find Leon. She opened the door to his bedroom and he jerked awake from sleep, instantly sensing something was wrong by the way she called his name."Leon!" He asked, "What happened?""I need painkillers! The stronges
Leon hesitated for a moment before speaking. "My mom has some health issues, but I have never seen her in pain like this. And Coco and Belly... they don’t suffer this much either. I have never seen them go through something like what you just did."She answered, “That’s because they don’t have ruined bodies.”“I don’t get it,” Leon said.Sia opened her eyes and with a casual tone that reduced the severity of her words, replied, “Try having two abortions, four miscarriages, and taking countless emergency contraceptives. It is a miracle I don’t have ovarian cancer yet.”Leon was too stunned to speak. “Why would someone go through that?” he asked, unable to fathom the intensity of what she had endured.She smiled bitterlyt. “Try marrying a narcissistic asshole who thinks his wife is his personal prostitute, someone he can use however he wants without ever taking responsibility.”Leon could only stare at her, lost for words. She spoke with such detachment as if these weren’t her own devas
“What do you think you are doing?” Leon asked, his eyes widening as he saw her draped in a towel and was standing in the living room. Her smooth, sun-kissed legs seemed to stretch for miles and the droplets of water from her hair glistened against her rosy skin which was freshly warmed from the shower.It was not the kind of scene he had imagined waking up to.“What am I doing?” she asked casually as she was moving closer to him on the couch with her magnetic presence. She blinked at him, batting her eyelashes as if to charm him further. Tentatively, she reached for his hand and her fingers trailing down to his chest. Her touch was soft but purposive, igniting a spark of desire that he tried desperately to suppress.This woman… He didn’t want to fall for her games, but she was a damn player.“Leon…” she whispered as she positioned herself on top of him whilw her gaze was smoldering with intention. “Can you feel it?” she purred, her voice low and sultry as she leaned in while her li
EpilogueThree Years Later“Dr. Hart?”Abella turned around to see a nurse hurrying toward her.“The patient in the NICU is responding to the medication,” the nurse informed her. “Could you check on her?”Without hesitation, Abella rushed to the NICU, her heart throbbing fast. That morning, the baby girl’s condition had been critical, but now, as she looked into those tiny, bright eyes, she felt a wave of relief.“Hey there, sweetheart,” Abella cooed, smiling warmly. “You’re such a fighter. You fought so hard to be here with your mom and dad.”The baby stared up at her, and Abella’s heart melted.“Yes, you’re such a strong, big girl,” she whispered, gently touching the baby’s hand.Outside the NICU, the parents expressed their gratitude; their tearful smiles reminded Abella why she had chosen this path. In moments like these, she was reminded of how beautiful it was to help save these little angels. But there were also the heartbreaking days, the ones where some angels didn’t make it.
Meanwhile, Kate and Rhys were sitting with Anne.“Why is Aunt suddenly changing colors?” Rhys asked.“Because she knows she was wrong and wants back what she lost,” Kate said matter-of-factly.Anne chuckled. “Kate, as much as I love your straightforward attitude, I’d appreciate it if you toned it down in front of Emery. She is… well, very touchy and fussy.”Kate shrugged. “MIL, I have a complaint. Coco and Sia had a girls’ day without me! Can you imagine? I’m trying to be as cool as them, but they left me out!”Rhys suppressed a chuckle. “Yes, Mom, they left my dear Kate out.”Anne played along. “That’s terrible, I’ll scold them,”“Yes, scold them well,” Kate agreed, then added mischievously, “but don’t tell them I snitched. Just say it was Rhys.”Anne smiled. “Alright, dear.” Then, she glanced at Kate. “I saw you have been spending time with Abella. How’s that going? I know you two weren’t close.”Kate sighed. “Everyone coddles her too much. She is living in disillusionment. Coco and
It was a beautiful day that was filled with love, laughter, and cherished memories. Anne and Nicholas’s wedding anniversary had brought the entire family together, and the house was buzzing with warmth and joy.Nicholas turned to Anne as his eyes were soft with affection. “We have been together for forty years,” he said, a gentle smile on his lips.Anne smiled back, a touch of nostalgia in her gaze. “Yes, we made it this far.”Leaning in, Nicholas pressed a tender kiss to her lips. “Thank you for giving me the chance to be your husband.”Anne’s voice was barely above a whisper as she responded, “Thank you for fighting for us.”Just then, Leon and Coco appeared out of nowhere while wrapping their arms around their parents in a tight hug. “If anyone deserves the credit, it’s us!” Leon declared with a grin. “We made sure you two ended up together.”Nicholas and Anne exchanged amused glances before nodding. “Yes,” Nicholas agreed, “and we’re very thankful for your scheming. Turns out, it w
“Did you match into your preferred branch of residency?” Madam Facci asked, excitement filling her voice.Abella swallowed. “Ma, I’m still checking the results,” she admitted. “I’m scared.”“You have nothing to be scared of, my dear. Just look,” she heard. With a deep breath, Abella entered her credentials for the residency match. Her eyes darted across the screen as the words appeared before her.“I…” Her voice caught in her throat.“What is it?” Madam Facci asked eagerly.“Pediatrics…” Abella whispered in disbelief.A joyful gasp came from the other end. “Oh my god! I am so happy for you, dear!”Abella’s chest tightened as she read the rest. “With NYU…” she murmured. “If I accept it, I will have to stay in New York.”Was she ready for this?Madam Facci’s voice was warm and reassuring. “Whatever you choose, we are proud of you. You’ve worked hard for this. Don’t overthink it, just enjoy this moment. You did it, Abella. I’m so, so proud of you.”That evening, the entire family gather
Augustus Hart was born a healthy, chubby baby with a bald head, looking absolutely perfect in every way. His arrival was so sudden that only Callum and Estelle were present at the hospital when her water broke. They barely had time to inform anyone, but Abella rushed over as soon as she found out.The moment Callum stepped out of the delivery room and saw his sister waiting outside, a wave of emotions hit him all at once. Without hesitation, he pulled her into a tight hug.“Congratulations, brother. I’m so proud of you,” Abella whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek.Callum let out a shaky breath, still overwhelmed. “When did you get here?”“Just now,” she said with a smile. “How’s Estelle?”“Tired,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “Still cursing me.”Abella chuckled. “And the baby?”“Just perfect,” Callum said, his eyes softening. “Come inside. She is going to be so happy to see you.”When Estelle saw Abella, she let out a small gasp before pulling her into a long, tight
After her divorce, Abella didn’t leave the country. Cillian had given her a staggering sum in alimony, even going as far as naming half of his assets to her, but she refused to take a single dime. She had her own inheritance. More money than she could ever need. But what could wealth do? It couldn’t buy her happiness. It couldn’t fill the void in her heart.Cillian knew her too well; he didn’t push her to accept anything. He let her go, even when it shattered him.When her mother lived in Italy with Coco and Leon, alongside her uncle Nate, she had bought a beautiful bungalow. It had never been sold, left untouched over the years. When Abella married Cillian, Leon had given her the key to that house as a quiet token of their family’s past. There were two bungalows beside each other, one where her mother had raised her two older siblings, and the other where her father had stayed, the place where her parents had met and reunited. One had been passed down to Charlotte, the other to Leon.
Cillian stared at her, his throat tightening as he heard the finality in her voice. He had imagined this conversation a thousand different ways, but none of them had prepared him for the calm and almost serene acceptance in her eyes.“Abella…” He whispered her name like a prayer, like a plea. “Can we please rethink this?”Abella smiled. It was a soft, bittersweet smile that made his chest ache.“Cillian, there is nothing to rethink,” she said gently. “Alessandro came to see me. He told me that he was leaving the country with his mother. He said he doesn’t want to come between us, that he would be happy if you called him once in a while and only if it was okay with me.” She let out a humorless chuckle. “That’s too big of a burden for me to carry. I mean, I don’t care how you navigate your relationship with your son. But I will give you one piece of advice: don’t be a jerk. Don’t hurt one more person. You have already hurt me, you have hurt him, and you have hurt his mother. Stop making
Cillian reached for her hand, his grip firm but trembling as well. “Abella, please listen to me. I’m sorry. I made a mistake by not telling you the truth. Can you please forgive me?” His voice cracked with desperation.She looked at him, her expression unreadable. “I don’t know,” she said softly.Cillian’s breath hitched, and he tried again. “Please, I’ll change. I’ll work on myself. Just give me a chance.” His hands clenched at his sides as if willing himself not to break apart. “I don’t want to see you like this, so shattered. You mean so fucking much to me. Please.”But to Abella, his words felt like echoes in an empty room. They were hollow and weightless. Once upon a time, she had longed to hear them, had dreamed of a moment where he would look at her like this, beg for her, choose her. But now? Now, they felt unimportant. They meant nothing.She exhaled, rubbing her temple. “I heard you. But my head is splitting apart, Cillian. Can you please just go back to your house? I just w
Madam Facci looked at her son, her expression undecipherable. She had seen Cillian walk through storms without flinching, but today, he stood before her looking utterly wrecked. His usually sharp eyes were bloodshot, his arm wound had reopened, staining his sleeve with fresh blood, yet none of that seemed to matter to him or anyone at this point.“What do you want, Cillian?” she asked, her voice firm but not unkind.“I’m here to see Abella,” he said. His voice was hoarse, almost desperate.Madam Facci crossed her arms. “I’m sure you have no idea what happened last night.”“I know,” he admitted, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. “I just want to explain things to her. She is overthinking this, and there is nothing much to overthink. I just—” He exhaled sharply. “I just want to make everything okay.”A wry smile tugged at Madam Facci’s lips, but there was no amusement in her eyes. “Son,” she said, “we can never tell someone what is worth overthinking or not. For you, th