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222Gianna’s POV“So,” she continued as if she hadn’t just told me that I wasn’t good enough for her brother. Her tone was casual but her eyes anything but. “What made you fall for Matteo?”It was a simple enough question, but there was an edge to it I couldn’t ignore. I set my mug down carefully, meeting her gaze.“Well, he’s kind, thoughtful, and funny,” I said. “He has this way of making you feel like you’re the only person in the room, you know? Like you matter.”Emilia’s lips twitched, but it wasn’t a smile. “Matteo does have a way of making people feel special,” she said, her tone almost too neutral.I couldn’t tell if it was a compliment or a warning. “He’s also incredibly driven,” I added, trying to steer the conversation toward safer ground. “I admire that about him.”She tilted her head slightly, as if weighing my words. “Driven can sometimes mean impulsive,” she said. “Matteo’s always had big ideas, but he doesn’t always think them through. He needs someone who can keep him
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223Matteo’s POVI paced in the kitchen, the remnants of dinner still sitting in the sink. My jaw tightened as I replayed Emilia’s words over and over in my head. Dinner had been civil—on the surface. But I’d caught the looks and the subtle jabs disguised as polite conversation.She didn’t outright say she disapproved of Gianna, but she didn’t have to. Emilia has always been good at making her opinions known without being direct. And tonight, she’d practically screamed it.Gianna was still in the living room, probably trying to brush off the tension and awkwardness from the day, but I couldn’t let this go. Not anymore.I stormed into the dining room, where Emilia was casually clearing plates, like she hadn’t just undermined my relationship all day.“We need to talk,” I said flatly, narrowing my eyes at her.“Can’t this wait? I’m busy,” she murmured in reply, not even turning around to look at me. But I knew what she was trying to do. She was trying to get out of the conversation and t
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224Gianna’s POVI slammed the door behind me and leaned against it, taking in deep, shaky breaths. My chest felt tight, like I couldn’t get enough air. The comversation at Alaric’s house pressed down on me, and tears blurred my vision as I finally let go of the composure I’d been clinging to all night.Emilia’s words and her thinly veiled disapproval played on a loop in my mind. The skepticism in her tone, the way she questioned everything without outright saying it. I’d felt every ounce of judgment in her eyes, and no matter how polite I tried to be, I could feel myself shrinking under her scrutiny.It wasn’t just what she said; it was how she said it. The casual way she implied that I wasn’t right for Matteo, that I didn’t belong in his life. As if loving him wasn’t enough.I tossed my bag onto the couch and sank down next to it, pressing the heels of my hands into my eyes. I’d known this relationship wasn’t going to be easy. Matteo was in deep in a world I’d never been part of—a w
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225Matteo’s POVI stared at my phone, willing it to light up with a message, a call, anything. But the screen remained dark, the silence stretching longer and heavier with every passing minute.It had been two days since Gianna left the dinner table and, by extension, my life—at least, that’s what it felt like. Two days of her refusing to answer my calls, ignoring my texts, and shutting me out completely.The last message I’d sent was still unread: “Gianna, please. I need to talk to you.”I clenched my jaw, tossing the phone onto the couch next to me. It landed face down with a dull thud, mocking me with its lack of response.This wasn’t like her. Gianna wasn’t the type to play games or hold grudges. She was calm, understanding, always the voice of reason when I let my temper get the better of me. But now, I couldn’t reach her. Not even to say I was sorry for what happened at dinner.And the worst part? I knew exactly who to blame.“Emilia,” I muttered under my breath, running a hand
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226Gianna’s POVThe quiet hum of my condo was both a blessing and a curse. I’d taken a few days off from work, claiming I needed to recharge, but the truth was I needed to breathe. I needed to be away from Matteo, and away from the chaos of my emotions and anything that reminded me at all of how hus sister had strongly disapproved of me just a few days ago.I haven’t told anyone the full story yet. My business partners assumed I was just overwhelmed, and my friends, even while supportive, hadn’t pressed for details. Still, their company had been a welcome distraction. The dinners, late-night phone calls, and Netflix marathons with them had helped, but the emptiness of Matteo’s absence wouldn’t stop hanging over my head like a dark cloud.Sinking into the couch, I curled my legs beneath me and stared at the untouched mug of tea on the coffee table. It had gone cold hours ago, much like my determination to keep myself busy. I’d tried everything—reading, cleaning, even baking, which I n
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227Matteo’s POVSitting in the quiet of my apartment, I ran a hand through my hair for the hundredth time, my frustration mounting. Gianna wasn’t responding to my calls or texts, and it was taking everything I had not to show up at her door. But I knew better. Pushing her wouldn’t help.She needed space. And I needed to give her that. To respect her decision. Not push her away further.I stared at my phone screen, the last message I’d sent her still sitting there, unread: Gianna, please talk to me. I’m sorry about everything. I miss you.It felt hollow and inadequate. Words that couldn’t capture what I was really feeling. I tossed the phone onto the coffee table, leaning back into the couch.Her silence was unbearable, and my mind was racing. Gianna was everything to me—her laugh, her fire, the way she made me feel like I could conquer the world. And now, because of some stupid dinner and Emilia’s judgment, I was on the verge of losing her.I couldn’t let that happen.But what could
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228Matteo’s POVI didn’t plan on staying long. I didn’t even plan on sitting down.Alaric’s place was oddly calm when I walked in, but the serenity was an illusion. Beneath it was a storm waiting to happen. I could feel the eyes of all of his men watching me and ready to shoot if I as much as breathed wrongly in Emilia’s direction. My fists clenched at my sides as I caught sight of her on the couch, legs tucked under her, scrolling through her phone like she didn’t set my world on fire.“Matteo?” She looked up, surprised, but then her face swiftly shifted into that guarded expression she always wore when she knew I wasn’t happy.“We need to talk,” I said flatly, shrugging off my jacket and tossing it over the back of a chair.Her brow furrowed, and she set her phone down, already bracing herself. “About what?” she asked but I was sure she already knew what I wanted to talk about.“You know what,” I shot back.Her lips pressed into a thin line. “If this is about Gianna—”“It’s exactly
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229Gianna’s POVThe envelope sat on the edge of my kitchen table, and I was still deciding whether I should open it or not. It had been lying there for two days now, and I still hadn’t tore it open. Matteo’s name was scrawled on the envelope in his familiar handwriting and it should feel like a comfort that he had even tried to reach out to me at all, but instead it kind of felt like a challenge. I wanted to read it. I really wanted to, but I couldn’t bring myself to touch it.What if it only made things harder?I sighed and leaned against the counter, staring at the letter like it might burst into flames. My friends had tried to distract me with dinners and movies, but every time I returned home, the envelope was sitting right there, successfully reminding me that I couldn’t forget everything that happened.Picking it up, I traced my fingers over the edges. He didn’t text or call anymore, not since this letter arrived. It felt like he’d poured everything into it, leaving the ball in
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230Matteo’s POVThe phone buzzed again for the umpteenth time. Emilia’s name lightened up the screen like an accusation. I stared at it for a long moment before pressing decline and setting it face-down on the table. The hum of the rejected call lingered in the air, and for a second, I felt guilty. But then the ache in my chest returned, and guilt turned to frustration.She had promised that she’d speak to Gianna, and but she didn’t follow up on it. And if she had, Gianna would be talking to me right now, but she wasn’t. So, no. I wasn’t ready to talk to her. Not now.Instead, I leaned back in my chair and let out a long, tired sigh. Another letter I was writing to Gianna sat open on my laptop, the words I’d poured out staring back at me. I’d rewritten it three times now, and each time, it was like I was getting closer to the truth of how I really felt about her, about this whole thing happening, but none of it felt like it was enough.How do you put into words what someone means to
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229Gianna’s POVThe envelope sat on the edge of my kitchen table, and I was still deciding whether I should open it or not. It had been lying there for two days now, and I still hadn’t tore it open. Matteo’s name was scrawled on the envelope in his familiar handwriting and it should feel like a comfort that he had even tried to reach out to me at all, but instead it kind of felt like a challenge. I wanted to read it. I really wanted to, but I couldn’t bring myself to touch it.What if it only made things harder?I sighed and leaned against the counter, staring at the letter like it might burst into flames. My friends had tried to distract me with dinners and movies, but every time I returned home, the envelope was sitting right there, successfully reminding me that I couldn’t forget everything that happened.Picking it up, I traced my fingers over the edges. He didn’t text or call anymore, not since this letter arrived. It felt like he’d poured everything into it, leaving the ball in
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228Matteo’s POVI didn’t plan on staying long. I didn’t even plan on sitting down.Alaric’s place was oddly calm when I walked in, but the serenity was an illusion. Beneath it was a storm waiting to happen. I could feel the eyes of all of his men watching me and ready to shoot if I as much as breathed wrongly in Emilia’s direction. My fists clenched at my sides as I caught sight of her on the couch, legs tucked under her, scrolling through her phone like she didn’t set my world on fire.“Matteo?” She looked up, surprised, but then her face swiftly shifted into that guarded expression she always wore when she knew I wasn’t happy.“We need to talk,” I said flatly, shrugging off my jacket and tossing it over the back of a chair.Her brow furrowed, and she set her phone down, already bracing herself. “About what?” she asked but I was sure she already knew what I wanted to talk about.“You know what,” I shot back.Her lips pressed into a thin line. “If this is about Gianna—”“It’s exactly
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227Matteo’s POVSitting in the quiet of my apartment, I ran a hand through my hair for the hundredth time, my frustration mounting. Gianna wasn’t responding to my calls or texts, and it was taking everything I had not to show up at her door. But I knew better. Pushing her wouldn’t help.She needed space. And I needed to give her that. To respect her decision. Not push her away further.I stared at my phone screen, the last message I’d sent her still sitting there, unread: Gianna, please talk to me. I’m sorry about everything. I miss you.It felt hollow and inadequate. Words that couldn’t capture what I was really feeling. I tossed the phone onto the coffee table, leaning back into the couch.Her silence was unbearable, and my mind was racing. Gianna was everything to me—her laugh, her fire, the way she made me feel like I could conquer the world. And now, because of some stupid dinner and Emilia’s judgment, I was on the verge of losing her.I couldn’t let that happen.But what could
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226Gianna’s POVThe quiet hum of my condo was both a blessing and a curse. I’d taken a few days off from work, claiming I needed to recharge, but the truth was I needed to breathe. I needed to be away from Matteo, and away from the chaos of my emotions and anything that reminded me at all of how hus sister had strongly disapproved of me just a few days ago.I haven’t told anyone the full story yet. My business partners assumed I was just overwhelmed, and my friends, even while supportive, hadn’t pressed for details. Still, their company had been a welcome distraction. The dinners, late-night phone calls, and Netflix marathons with them had helped, but the emptiness of Matteo’s absence wouldn’t stop hanging over my head like a dark cloud.Sinking into the couch, I curled my legs beneath me and stared at the untouched mug of tea on the coffee table. It had gone cold hours ago, much like my determination to keep myself busy. I’d tried everything—reading, cleaning, even baking, which I n
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225Matteo’s POVI stared at my phone, willing it to light up with a message, a call, anything. But the screen remained dark, the silence stretching longer and heavier with every passing minute.It had been two days since Gianna left the dinner table and, by extension, my life—at least, that’s what it felt like. Two days of her refusing to answer my calls, ignoring my texts, and shutting me out completely.The last message I’d sent was still unread: “Gianna, please. I need to talk to you.”I clenched my jaw, tossing the phone onto the couch next to me. It landed face down with a dull thud, mocking me with its lack of response.This wasn’t like her. Gianna wasn’t the type to play games or hold grudges. She was calm, understanding, always the voice of reason when I let my temper get the better of me. But now, I couldn’t reach her. Not even to say I was sorry for what happened at dinner.And the worst part? I knew exactly who to blame.“Emilia,” I muttered under my breath, running a hand
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224Gianna’s POVI slammed the door behind me and leaned against it, taking in deep, shaky breaths. My chest felt tight, like I couldn’t get enough air. The comversation at Alaric’s house pressed down on me, and tears blurred my vision as I finally let go of the composure I’d been clinging to all night.Emilia’s words and her thinly veiled disapproval played on a loop in my mind. The skepticism in her tone, the way she questioned everything without outright saying it. I’d felt every ounce of judgment in her eyes, and no matter how polite I tried to be, I could feel myself shrinking under her scrutiny.It wasn’t just what she said; it was how she said it. The casual way she implied that I wasn’t right for Matteo, that I didn’t belong in his life. As if loving him wasn’t enough.I tossed my bag onto the couch and sank down next to it, pressing the heels of my hands into my eyes. I’d known this relationship wasn’t going to be easy. Matteo was in deep in a world I’d never been part of—a w
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223Matteo’s POVI paced in the kitchen, the remnants of dinner still sitting in the sink. My jaw tightened as I replayed Emilia’s words over and over in my head. Dinner had been civil—on the surface. But I’d caught the looks and the subtle jabs disguised as polite conversation.She didn’t outright say she disapproved of Gianna, but she didn’t have to. Emilia has always been good at making her opinions known without being direct. And tonight, she’d practically screamed it.Gianna was still in the living room, probably trying to brush off the tension and awkwardness from the day, but I couldn’t let this go. Not anymore.I stormed into the dining room, where Emilia was casually clearing plates, like she hadn’t just undermined my relationship all day.“We need to talk,” I said flatly, narrowing my eyes at her.“Can’t this wait? I’m busy,” she murmured in reply, not even turning around to look at me. But I knew what she was trying to do. She was trying to get out of the conversation and t
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222Gianna’s POV“So,” she continued as if she hadn’t just told me that I wasn’t good enough for her brother. Her tone was casual but her eyes anything but. “What made you fall for Matteo?”It was a simple enough question, but there was an edge to it I couldn’t ignore. I set my mug down carefully, meeting her gaze.“Well, he’s kind, thoughtful, and funny,” I said. “He has this way of making you feel like you’re the only person in the room, you know? Like you matter.”Emilia’s lips twitched, but it wasn’t a smile. “Matteo does have a way of making people feel special,” she said, her tone almost too neutral.I couldn’t tell if it was a compliment or a warning. “He’s also incredibly driven,” I added, trying to steer the conversation toward safer ground. “I admire that about him.”She tilted her head slightly, as if weighing my words. “Driven can sometimes mean impulsive,” she said. “Matteo’s always had big ideas, but he doesn’t always think them through. He needs someone who can keep him
