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188Alaric’s POVThe second Emilia said Alonso Cruz claimed to be her father, I felt my blood turn to ice. It was the kind of cold that started deep in your chest and spread outward, freezing everything in its path. Then came the heat—a blazing inferno of rage that made my hands curl into fists.“Say that again,” I demanded, though I’d heard her clearly the first time.She sat across from me on the couch, her hands clasped so tightly in her lap that her knuckles had gone white. Her eyes flicked to mine, hesitant but stubborn still. “Alonso said he’s my father.”“Is this what you’ve been hiding from me since you got back?” I demanded. “Is this why you made me promise to not kill that bastard like he deserves?”“Alaric, calm down-“ she started but I turned to her, my eyes narrowed.“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down, Emilia! Just answer the question, damnit!” I yelled.“Fine! Yes! That’s the reason! Happy now?” She snapped, crossing her arms and looking away from me.I shot to my feet,
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189Emilia’s POV“Mommy!”Francesca’s squeal of joy filled the entire hallway the moment I stepped inside the house. Before I could even process the sound of her little feet racing across the floor, she launched herself into my arms, nearly knocking me off balance. Her small arms wrapped tightly around my neck, and for a moment, I forgot everything—the fear, the confusion, the chaos of the past few days. All that mattered was the warmth of her embrace and the way her tiny voice called my name like it was the most important word in the world.“You’re back! You’re back!” she chanted, her excitement bubbling over as I hugged her close.“I’m back,” I murmured, holding her as tightly as I dared. My voice cracked under the weight of the emotion swelling in my chest.Francesca leaned back just enough to look at me, her wide brown eyes scanning my face like she needed to confirm I was real. “I missed you so much,” she whispered, her lip trembling.“I missed you too, sweetheart.” I brushed her
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190Emilia’s POVThe morning light spilled into the room, soft and golden, warming my skin as I sat by the window. I hadn’t been able to sleep much. Too many thoughts raced through my mind, all tangled up in the chaos of the past weeks. I’d escaped Alonso’s villa and returned to Alaric, but nothing felt settled. Every quiet moment was reminded me that something—or someone—was still lurking just out of reach, threatening to shatter this fragile peace that we were having right now. Every quiet moment reminded me of how easy it was for those men to get to us.The sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway, steady and purposeful. A few seconds later, the door opened, and Alaric stepped in, a folded piece of paper in his hand. His expression was dark, his jaw clenched tightly.“What’s wrong?” I asked, sitting up straighter.He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he closed the door behind him and leaned against it, holding the letter up for me to see. “This arrived for you this morning.”“Fo
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191Emilia’s POVThe tension in the room was suffocating. Alaric stood by the window, his back to me, his hands braced against the frame as if he were holding himself together. His shoulders were taut, his jaw locked. We were at it again. I didn’t think he meant it literally when he said he wouldn’t let me out of his sight.“I’m not asking for your permission, Alaric,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended. “I’m telling you what I need to do.”He turned slowly, his dark eyes burning with barely restrained fury. “You’re telling me?” His tone was cold, cutting. “Do you have any idea what you’re walking into?”“I’m walking into a conversation,” I said firmly. “A conversation that might give me answers about my mother, about my past. Why is that so hard for you to understand?”“Because it’s not just a conversation, Emilia,” he snapped, his voice rising. “It’s Alonso Cruz. He doesn’t do anything without an agenda, and if you think for one second that he’s reaching out to you out of the
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192Emilia’s POVMy heart was pounding so hard in my chest due to anticipation and guilt of what I was about to do. I slipped out of the house quietly, my heart pounding as I tiptoed past Francesca’s room. The faint hum of Alaric’s voice from his study sent a pang through me, but I kept moving.This was something I had to do—alone.I hailed a cab at the edge of the property, pulling my coat tighter around me as the cold air bit at my skin. The driver didn’t ask questions, and I didn’t offer any. My mind too tangled in the possibilities of the outcome of this meeting. And if Alaric was right and I never came back…I just hoped he and Francesca would find it in their hearts to forgive me someday. But I had to do this.When we reached the café where Alonso had asked to meet, I hesitated outside. I could see him sitting in a booth near the back, his posture rigid yet somehow resigned.I stepped inside, the chime of the door breaking the quiet hum of conversation. Alonso’s eyes found me imm
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193Alaric’s POVThe low hum of my men murmuring among themselves was a faint backdrop to the chaos in my mind. I stood at the desk, my fists pressed against the mahogany surface, staring at the map spread before me. My eyes traced the routes leading to Cruz territory, my mind calculating every possible move Alonso might make next.The door to the study pushed open and closed. I could hear light, precise footsteps and I instantly knew who it was without even having to look up.“You better have helpful information if you’re cutting through my time like this,” I muttered flatly.Then Allesio’s voice cut through my thoughts like a knife. “She’s gone.”I froze, my head snapping up to meet his panicked expression. “What do you mean, gone?”“I checked her room,” he said, his tone tight with worry. “She’s not there. She’s not anywhere in the house.”My blood ran cold, dread washing over me like a tidal wave. My mind instantly jumped to the worst-case scenario: Alonso.“She wouldn’t have just
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194Emilia’s POVThe sound of Francesca’s labored breathing filled the room, her small chest rising and falling in fragile, uneven rhythm. I sat perched on the edge of her bed, clutching her tiny hand. She usually radiated warmth and joy, but now she looked so pale, so fragile, it made my heart ache.“Do you need anything, sweetheart?” I asked softly, though I already knew the answer. Her voice had been barely a whisper since early morning.She shook her head weakly, her lips curving into the faintest smile. “I’m fine, Mommy. Just tired,” she murmured, her voice cracking with the effort it took to speak.Tears stung my eyes, but I blinked them away and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “You’re not fine,” I said gently but firmly. “And we’re going to make sure you are, okay?”The door creaked open behind me, and I didn’t need to turn around to know it was Alaric. His heavy footsteps were unmistakable, purposeful yet hesitant.“How is she?” he asked, his deep voice raw with tensio
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195Emilia’s POVThe package sat on the dining table like a live grenade, wrapped in pristine white paper and tied with an elegant gold ribbon. It was undeniably expensive. Alaric stared at it from across the room, his arms crossed over his chest, a muscle in his jaw ticking with unrestrained fury.“This is how he operates,” Alaric muttered, his voice low and dangerous. “First letters, now gifts. He’s testing boundaries, trying to worm his way into your head.”I ran my fingers over the ribbon, a knot forming in my stomach. The card attached bore only one word: Francesca.“It’s not for me,” I said quietly, though my voice didn’t carry the conviction I wanted.Alaric scoffed, stepping closer, his footsteps heavy with the weight of his anger. “Don’t be naïve, Emilia. It doesn’t matter who it’s addressed to. This is about you. Always has been.”I didn’t look at him. Instead, I focused on the neat handwriting and the deliberate simplicity of the card. “What harm can a gift do?”Alaric’s ha
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290Rosa’s POVI hated overthinking.It was exhausting, annoying, and worst of all—it was usually right.I told myself lately I wouldn’t do it with Allesio. I wouldn’t pick apart his words, analyze his tone, or decode his every blink like some detective looking for clues to a crime that hadn’t happened yet.But tonight?Tonight, my instincts were screaming.And the worst part? I couldn’t even pinpoint why.I sat on the kitchen stool, watching him move around like nothing was wrong. His back was to me, broad shoulders flexing under his black shirt as he flipped something in the pan. Chicken, I thought vaguely.“You’ve been quiet all evening,” Allesio said without turning around. His voice was casual, too casual. “Did I do something?”My stomach twisted, but I forced a small smile. “No. Just tired.”It wasn’t a lie, technically. I was tired. Tired of this nagging feeling I had been pushing down all week.Something was off.It wasn’t anything obvious—not enough for someone else to notice
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289Emilia’s POV.*Two weeks later*I stared at my reflection in the mirror, barely recognizing the woman staring back.The lace of my wedding dress hugged my body perfectly, intricate floral patterns trailing down to the long, flowing train. The veil was pinned neatly into my hair, soft curls cascading down my shoulders. My makeup was flawless, but my eyes—my eyes gave me away. They were filled with unshed tears. I felt so fucking overwhelmed.I was getting married today.I was about to walk down the aisle and promise forever to a man who had completely, irrevocably changed my life.“You’re thinking too much,” Rosa’s voice broke through my thoughts.I turned to her, blinking. “Huh?”She smirked, hands on her hips. “I know that look. You’re overthinking, probably panicking a little. Don’t.”“I’m not panicking.”“You’re literally gripping the dresser like you’re about to run.”I glanced down at my hands, fingers curled tightly around the wooden surface. Okay, maybe she had a point.“It
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288Emilia’s POV*TWO MONRHS LATER*I groaned, flopping back onto the couch in frustration. “Why did I think this was a good idea?”Rosa smirked, tossing a handful of tiny white pearls into my lap. “Because you love Alaric, and apparently, that means torturing yourself with a wedding.”“Right?” I grabbed one of the pearls and flicked it at her. “Seriously, why is this so hard? It’s just a dress.”“Just a dress?” She gasped, clutching her chest dramatically. “Excuse me? It is the dress, Emilia. The one you’ll remember forever. The one you’ll look back on in pictures and either sob in happiness or cringe in regret.”“Okay, thanks for the pressure,” I muttered, rubbing my temples.Rosa grabbed my arm, yanking me up. “Enough whining. We’re finding your dress today. Period.”“Fine,” I grumbled. “But if I die in a pile of lace, tell Alaric I love him.”She dragged me toward the changing rooms, rolling her eyes. “You’re so dramatic.”Two hours later, I was so close to setting an entire brida
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287Alaric’s POVEmilia had been on my case all morning.“You need to talk to Allesio,” she said for the tenth time, arms crossed as she leaned against the kitchen counter. “I don’t know what happened between you two, but this sulking thing you’re doing? It’s getting old.”I didn’t look up from the file in front of me. “I’m not sulking.”“You’re brooding,” she corrected. “And being dramatic.”I exhaled sharply, flipping a page just to look busy. “I don’t need to do anything, Emilia.”“Alaric.”“Emilia,” I mimicked, still not looking up.She smacked the back of my head.“Ow—”“Go talk to him,” she ordered. “You’re going to forgive him eventually, so just do it now and save me the headache.”I tossed the pen onto the table, rubbing my temples. “You don’t get it.”“I would if you actually told me what the hell happened,” she shot back. “But no, you just want to stomp around and glare at him like a five-year-old who had his toy stolen.”I narrowed my eyes at her. “This is bigger than that
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286Emilia’s POVI didn’t speak to him.Not when we left Alonso’s house. Not in the car. Not when we got home.I walked straight past him, up the stairs, and into our bedroom, slamming the door shut behind me. I wasn’t even sure why I was so angry. Maybe it was the betrayal. Maybe it was the exhaustion. Maybe it was the fact that every time I thought I finally knew everything about the man I loved, another secret came crawling out of the dark.I paced the room, my thoughts tangled in knots.Francesca.Not his daughter. Not biologically, at least.Dominic’s.And I had saved her. Me. Three years ago, without even realizing it.A knock sounded at the door. “Emilia.”I ignored him.The handle turned, and he stepped inside cautiously, as if he thought I might throw something at his head. A tempting idea.“Emilia, please.” His voice was quiet, tired. “Can we talk?”I folded my arms. “Oh, now you want to talk?”His jaw tensed. “I always wanted to tell you.”“Then why didn’t you?” I shot back.
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285Alaric’s POVI was going to kill Emilia.Slowly. Painfully. And with great satisfaction.“You’re overreacting,” she said, not even looking at me as she fixed her earrings in the mirror.I let out a humorless laugh, crossing my arms. “You’re dragging me to have dinner with Alonso. That’s not overreacting. That’s a death wish.”Emilia sighed, finally turning to face me. “He agreed to the wedding, didn’t he?”I scowled. “Begrudgingly. There’s a difference.”She gave me a pointed look. “Alaric, he’s trying. And if you don’t at least pretend to try too, I swear to God—”I held up a hand. “Yeah, yeah. You’ll cut me out of your life, blah blah.” I let my head fall back. “Jesus. You’re really enjoying making me suffer, aren’t you?”Emilia smirked. “You have no idea.”I regretted everything the second we stepped into Alonso’s house.He barely spared me a glance as he gestured for us to sit at the long dining table, his expression set in that usual unreadable scowl of his. The man had two m
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284Emilia’s POVI exhaled, slow and steady, forcing my heartbeat to settle. My hands were still curled into fists at my sides, but the sharp edges of my anger had dulled, leaving me very exhausted.Alonso had gone quiet. Alaric, too.They were both thinking of the ultimatum, I was sure of it.I wasn’t going to repeat myself. I had laid it all out—either they figured out a way to tolerate each other, or they lost me. I meant every word.I wrapped my arms around my stomach, my body still thrumming from the adrenaline. My child’s future was at stake. I refused to let them grow up trapped between two men who refused to let go of the past.Finally, Alonso inhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. “So that’s it? You’re threatening to cut me out of your life unless I… what? Accept this marriage? Accept him?” His voice was rough, tinged with something I couldn’t quite place.I held his gaze, unwavering. “Yes.”Alonso let out a bitter, humorless laugh. “You expect me to suddenly be okay
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283Emilia’s POV“Well,” I said, exhaling slowly, “at least now the marriage can finally go through without worrying about all this hatred between you and Alaric.” I looked at Alonso, expecting—no, hoping—for some sign that he agreed. That this war, this endless, exhausting war, has really ended.But he just sat there, stiff as a statue, arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable.Then he said, “I still don’t support this marriage.”I blinked. Laughed, even. Because surely, after everything, he was joking.“You’re serious?” I asked, the laughter dying in my throat.I thought we were finally past this.For the first time in what felt like forever, I allowed myself to breathe, to believe that maybe I could live normally without worrying that they hated each other.But apparently, I had been a little too optimistic.“You’re joking,” I said flatly, staring at my father. “Tell me you’re joking.”Alonso met my gaze, unmoved. “I’m not.”I blinked. “You just spent hours unraveling
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282Emilia’s POV The drive to Alonso’s house was tense. Alaric sat beside me, silent and brooding, his fingers tapping against his thigh. I knew he didn’t want to be here. He thought this was pointless. But I didn’t care.We needed answers. All the puzzle pieces were scattered, and I was tired of trying to put them together blindly.When we arrived, Alonso was already waiting for us outside, arms crossed, expression unreadable.“This is unexpected,” he said, glancing between us. “What’s going on?”I didn’t waste time. “We need to talk. Inside.”He studied me for a moment, then nodded, stepping aside to let us in.Alaric followed reluctantly, his entire body radiating frustration. He had made it clear that he didn’t trust Alonso, even after everything. And honestly, I couldn’t blame him. Their history was drenched in too much blood.We sat in the living room, the tension a little bit too thick between us. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees.“We know Jonas was the one who
