CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHTARIAAs Maximo turned to head towards the door, a piece of my broken heart wished he could come back. I wished we could go back in time and change the heartbreaking events that had pulled us apart.I didn’t say anything as he pulled the door open. I felt like I was trapped in a nightmare, unable to speak or move. His body came to a halt, and I expected him to turn and look at me for one last time. I wanted him to do that.But instead, his back straightened as his legs led him completely out of the room before the door finally clicked shut behind him. The sound echoed in the silent room, a stark reminder that he was really gone.In that instant, a wave of emotions crashed over me, and I broke into tears. My whole body hurt, as if I had been shattered into a million pieces. The pain in my chest was indescribable. I thought I was incapable of feeling anything anymore, so why did it hurt so bad? Why did I care so much?I pressed my hands to my chest, squeezing the fles
CHAPTER SIXTY-NINEARIAThe words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. 'You’re pregnant.'I felt the ground beneath me shift, and my world tumbled into chaos. Anger surged within me. How could I be carrying the child of the man who ruined my life? “No... It can’t be,” I muttered, gripping Dr. Rossi’s arm. “Retake the test. I’m sure there must be a mistake somewhere.”Dr. Rossi cleared her throat before grasping my shaky hand in hers. “Aria, I know this is overwhelming, especially in this delicate moment of your life. I only informed you about this because you needed to know,” she said softly. “You needed to know that there’s life inside of you now.”No. I hated my existence. I hated my life. So how could I bring a child into this world?“It's okay if you don’t feel pleased by the news immediately. You need to take your time to process everything. That’s also why I suggested a therapist for you. Sometimes, you might feel overwhelmed by your inner thoughts and might need a profess
CHAPTER SEVENTYARIAAfter a week in the hospital, I was finally discharged today. Doctor Rossi gave me her phone number, asking me to call her if I needed anything. I hugged her tightly, silently thanking her for taking care of me. Isa carried my bag as she stepped outside, with me and Doctor Rossi walking behind.“I know you were initially against it, but I still think seeing a therapist would be good for you,” she told me with a smile on her lips.I bit mine, looking at the middle-aged woman who had been like a mother figure to me for these past few days.“I’ll consider it,” I muttered, warning me a big smile from her.As we stepped out to the parking lot, I hugged Doctor Rossi again. My heart ached knowing that it might be my last time seeing her.“Take care of yourself and your baby, Aria. I’m rooting for you all the way here.”I waved as she turned to walk back to the hospital. She had another patient she needed to attend to.Exhaling a deep breath, I closed my eyes, letting th
CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONEMAXIMOMy office was a mess. Papers were scattered everywhere, a chaotic reflection of my mind. I tried to focus on the numbers on my screen, but they blurred together and danced in my vision. It had been one week and two days since I left Aria in that hospital room, never to see her again. I stayed true to my word. I didn’t send any of my men to monitor or stalk her, even though a part of me desperately wanted to know what and how she was doing felt like a part of my soul had died.I rubbed my temples, willing myself to care about something—anything—beyond this hollow existence.Just then, I heard the door of my office being pushed open.“Cancel any appointments I have,” I muttered, thinking it was my secretary.But the silence remained, and the only thing I could hear was the clicking of heels as whoever it was got closer to me.That was when I whipped my head up to see no other person but Caterina.“Get out,” I bit out, the words tumbling out before I could even
CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWOARIAThe morning sun streamed through the windows of Isa’s studio apartment, casting a warm glow over our packed bags lined neatly by the door. I felt an exhilarating rush in my veins. I didn’t know I was still capable of having such emotions. Isa’s father, a tall man with salt-and-pepper hair, directed his drivers to load our luggage into the sleek black sedan. Isa’s father was the CEO of a prominent Italian oil conglomerate, a man who had navigated the complexities of the corporate world in such a dangerous city. Despite his cold and intimidating exterior, there was a tenderness in his eyes as he prepared to send off his daughter.“I can take you to the airport myself,” he said, his voice deep and authoritative as he glanced at Isa, who stood beside me.Chuckling, she stepped forward to adjust his tie.“Dad, you have so much to do. You have a board meeting in an hour!” Isa replied, shaking her head with a mixture of affection and exasperation. “We’ll be fine wit
CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREEARIAMy eyes snapped open, revealing the dark, musty room I was in. My head was pounding, as if someone had hit me with a brick. At some point during the car drive, the men in masks had placed something over my nose, knocking me unconscious. The air in the room was thick with the smell of dampness and decay, churning my stomach. Panic gripped me as I tried to move, only to find my wrists chained to the cold, hard floor. ‘No..not again,’ I thought as tears burned at the corners of my eyes.My heart raced, pounding in my ears like a war drum. And that was when I remembered Isa had been captured with me. “Isa!” I called out, my voice trembling.From the shadows, I heard her soft but steady voice. “I’m here, Aria. I’m awake.”I blinked, trying to adjust to the dim light. My eyes finally focused on my best friend a few feet away; her own hands were also bound. Relief washed over me. She was alive. But it quickly turned to guilt. Tears spilled down my cheeks as the w
CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOURARIAI felt my throat hitch at the sound of her voice. I looked at Roberto, who also had a sinister look in his eyes. I had thought Roberto would still be in the hospital, recovering from the severe injuries I watched Maximo give him. The man was shot in the spine for crying out loud. He should be bedridden, not here, orchestrating a kidnapping and staring at me with darkness lurking in his eyes. “You look shocked, Aria,” Roberto chuckled. “Did you think I was going to die when your precious husband shot me because of you? Huh?”Fear overcame me. This was his revenge. How could I have thought that a man like Roberto would let me go Scot free?Feigning bravery, I raised my chin and pinned him with a steady gaze. “If I’m the one you want, then let my friend go.”Roberto chuckled darkly.“You must think this is some sort of mistake,” he said, his eyes glancing between the both of us. “I knew exactly what I wanted—the two of you—and that’s what I got.”His eyes glint
CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVEARIAIsa’s revelation made the entire room fall quiet. Caterina released a choked gasp before taking a step back. A pained groan slipped out of my lips, tears springing at the corners of my eyes as I covered my stomach even more, feeling exposed to the information Isa just gave them. I knew she said it to make Caterina stop hitting me, but this revelation would only fuel Roberto’s twisted fantasies even more. “Well, well, well,” Roberto drawled. “What a pleasant turn of events.”I heard the sound of his wheelchair approaching me, and the next thing I felt was his hand grabbing a chunk of my hair and pulling me harshly to look at him. His fingers curled into my hair so tightly that it almost cut off my circulation, but I barely noticed because I had other things on my mind.Hatred. Pure and thick blinded my gaze as I glared up at him. In that moment, I wished Maximo had killed him. Surely, the only parts of his body that got affected by the bullet to his spine wer