Antonio stood there, seething.The shop was a war zone—glass shards glinted like treacherous ice on the floor, necklaces and rings lay scattered amidst velvet displays torn apart. He cursed out loud, his hands curling into fists at his sides, nails digging into his palms hard enough to leave crescent marks.Anger surged through his veins like hot steel, pulsing with each rapid beat of his heart."Who the fuck tried to mess with my business?" he spat, tasting the bitterness of betrayal."Someone with a death wish," Sam muttered.Antonio moved deeper into the chaos, eyes scanning the disaster before him. Everything was in disarray, from the toppled showcases to the shattered display cases. It was clear that whoever had done this wanted to send a message. But to whom?He couldn't shake the feeling that this was personal. His mind raced, trying to connect the dots, but anger clouded his thoughts. Maybe it was one of Slava's men, someone who decided to stay loyal even after his death."Sam
Valerie was completely taken aback by Nonna's sudden request.Marry Antonio? The words echoed in her mind, sending a jolt of shock through her body.Her mind whirred with conflicting emotions, torn between the weight of her dying wish and her own feelings. On one hand, she wanted to honor Nonna's final request. She had grown fond of the old lady in this short period of time.But on the other hand, the thought of marrying Antonio so suddenly felt overwhelming and daunting.As she struggled to find her voice, Antonio reached out and gently squeezed her hand. His touch was warm and reassuring, bringing a sense of calmness over her. Leaning in close, he whispered, "You don't have to marry me if you don't want to. I will not force you."Valerie turned back to Nonna. "But you don't know anything about me. What if I'm not good enough for your grandson?" she whispered, making sure only Nonna could hear.Nonna's eyes softened even more, and she managed a faint smile. "Valerie, my dear, I see m
Ellie's joyful cry echoed through the room as she threw her arms around Valerie, squeezing tightly. Her blue eyes sparkled with excitement and happiness. "Oh, Valerie, I am beyond thrilled for you!" she exclaimed. A small smile tugged at Valerie's lips. "You are?" "Of course! You're getting married!" Ellie said cheerfully. "I am here to help you with everything. I hope you know that." Valerie's laughter rang out, replacing the knot of nerves that had been twisting in her stomach. "I know. And I think Antonio and I would prefer a more intimate ceremony," she replied fondly. The warmth of Ellie's embrace and her genuine enthusiasm made Valerie feel less anxious about the whole thing. "Wait until River hears about it," Ellie said. And...just like that, Valerie's anxiety was back. Ellie frowned. "Why are you looking at me like that? Don't tell me you are worried about River knowing." "River knowing what?" A deep voice made both women jump. "R-River, hi," Valerie said nervously. "
A sharp, sinking feeling pierced Antonio's chest when he watched the slow trail of tears falling down Valerie's face. No, he didn't like it when Valerie cried. He didn't like that at all.He told the driver, John, to pull over so he could focus on her. "Give us some privacy," he ordered. John nodded before stepping away.Antonio quickly pulled Valerie onto his lap. "What's wrong, my love?" he asked urgently, wiping the tears from her face."I... I just..." she choked out."Shh... breathe, mia cara. Whatever it is, you can tell me," he crooned, kissing her forehead.Valerie took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to steady herself. "I... I just feel overwhelmed," she finally admitted.Disappointment washed over Antonio. "You don't want to marry me," he said gravely. "I told you I won't force you to do this, my love."Valerie looked up at Antonio, her eyes wide with surprise. "No, Antonio, it's not that," she said. "I want to marry you."A grin escaped Antonio before he could stop it. "Y
Mary, Antonio's housekeeper, sat in a rocking chair beside Landon's crib, gently swaying back and forth. She turned to Valerie with a warm smile as she entered the room."Was he a good boy?" Valerie asked."A perfect baby, this one is," Mary replied. "Didn't cry much and went right to sleep after feeding."Valerie smiled proudly. "I am glad to hear it.""He is good just like his mother," Antonio's voice boomed near Valerie's ear. Valerie felt Antonio's warmth seeping through her as Antonio wrapped his fingers around her waist and pulled her against his body.Mary got up. "I will return to my room now, Signor Costello and Signora Foster. Is there anything else you need from me?"Valerie shook her head. "Thank you for watching Landon, Mary.""It's my pleasure," Mary said before exiting the room.Antonio kissed Valerie's neck, and a shock of pleasure shook her to her core. "The baby is sleeping already," he whispered."Yes, he is," Valerie said, shivering as he placed another kiss on her
"When I had just turned sixteen, my father sent me to one of his clubs to collect the money the manager owed him," Antonio began. "I hated going to those clubs. The scent of alcohol and perfume made my eyes water and it was suffocating."Valerie listened to him with wide eyes and not interrupting. She realized how hard it was for him to tell her the story just by looking into his eyes."My eyes scanned the room, searching for the man I was looking for," he said. "I found him then, the manager, laughing at the bar with a glass in hand, carefree. He hadn't seen me yet. I approached him, ready to remind him of his debts."Antonio paused and wrinkled his forehead as if to recall the event scene by scene."The man asked me how old I was and who I was so I told him who my father was," Antonio continued. "I called one of my father's henchmen as a backup. This wasn't the first time I wasn't taken seriously because of my age, and it won't be the last. But that didn't mean my father would stop
"Antonio," Valerie said. "Can I ask you something?" Antonio raised his eyebrows, intrigued by her question. "Of course, what do you want to know?" "Why me? Why do you like me? Is it simply because you think I'm pretty? Or is it because you want to be a father and adopting Landon was...easy?" she asked. He looked into Valerie's beautiful green eyes, his heart swelling with emotions he didn't know he could feel. "I liked...no, I loved you because of who you are, not what you look like. And I wanted to be with you because I saw a depth to your soul that I couldn't resist. You're strong, resilient, and full of love. That's why I chose you. Not because it was easy, but because it was right." Valerie's expression softened, and she smiled at him. "You don't actually love me. You're just saying that, right?" "No." His tone was firm. What would it take to convince this woman how much he loved her? He had been smitten with her since day one, and she was questioning whether he was just sayin
The first light of morning trickled through the curtains, and Valerie's eyes fluttered open. For a moment, she lay there, disoriented."Damn," she whispered, her body tensing from the residual sadness she felt from hearing Antonio's story.She could still see the pain in his eyes. They were not much different, she and Antonio. Both had suffered at the hands of someone who was supposed to love and protect them.Antonio must have already left, so she pushed herself out of bed and began her new routine.First, she went to Landon's room, where the baby lay, cooing softly in his crib. As Valerie picked him up and cradled him in her arms, she felt a surge of love for this tiny being. She sat down in the rocking chair, allowing Landon to latch onto her breast as he drank hungrily.Valerie's thoughts kept drifting to Antonio, his caring nature shining through even in the darkest moments of her life."Landon, your adopted father is an incredible man," she whispered softly, kissing his forehead