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233Gianna’s POVThe office smelled the same as always—coffee, printer toner, and a faint trace of someone’s overly expensive cologne. It was comforting in a way I hadn’t expected, like slipping back into a routine I’d been avoiding. But I wasn’t here for comfort. I was here because it was time to stop hiding.I adjusted my blazer in the mirrored elevator doors, forcing my reflection to look calm and composed. The soft ding announced my arrival, and when the elevator doors slid open, I was met with the familiar hum of productivity. People buzzed around, papers in hand, conversations trailing in and out like background music.“Morning, Ms. Lorenzo,” Cheryl greeted me with a polite smile as I stepped into the main floor.“Good morning,” I replied, keeping my tone professional but warm. My heels clicked against the polished floor as I made my way toward my office.“We’ve missed having you at the office. I tried to reach you for the past few days you weren’t here, but I didn’t know how. H
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234Matteo’s POVThe office was unusually quiet when I arrived for the client meeting, the kind of silence that made the ticking of the clock on the wall sound almost deafening.My eyes darted straight to Gianna’s office. She wasn’t there. That could mean she wasn’t at work today, or she was already in the conference room.I straightened my tie, more out of habit than necessity, and forced myself to focus. This wasn’t the time to dwell on emotions. Business came first. Or at least, that’s what I told myself.I walked straight to the conference room, not bothering with greeting anyone. Gianna was already at the conference room as I walked in, seating at the head of the table with her usual professional poise. She was flipping through a stack of documents, her expression calm, professional, and utterly unreadable.“Morning,” I said as I sat down a few seats away from her, watching her closely.She didn’t look up.“Morning,” she replied curtly, her tone clipped. It was as if I wasn’t eve
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235Gianna’s POVThe apartment felt too quiet. Usually, I enjoyed the stillness after a long day, but now it felt suffocating. My fingers itched to grab my phone, to type out the message I’d been holding back, but I stopped myself before the thought could gain momentum.I slumped onto the couch, hugging a throw pillow as I stared at the blank TV screen. Matteo’s face lingered in my mind. It refused to go away no matter how much I willed it to. The way his eyes lit up when he talked about something he was passionate about. The way he always found ways to make me laugh, even when I didn’t want to. And the way he looked at me—like I was the only person in the world that mattered.My heart ached at the memory. It would have been so easy to pick up my phone and call him, to hear his voice, to tell him I missed him. But I couldn’t.I wouldn’t.Loving Matteo was the most natural thing I’d ever done, but it has also become the hardest. There was no denying how deeply I felt for him. Every par
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236Matteo’s POVThe phone buzzed on the counter for what felt like the hundredth time today. Emilia. Again. I wasn’t sure she was able to take a hint. Or she saw it and was just choosing to ignore it.I stared at the screen, my jaw clenching tight. She has been trying to reach me for about two weeks now, her name popping up like a bad habit I couldn’t kick. Each time, I swiped left or let it go to voicemail. I wasn’t ready to hear her excuses or her apologies—if she even had any. But today, the buzzing irritated me more than usual, and before I could talk myself out of it, I grabbed the phone and answered.“What do you want, Emilia?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended but I didn’t particularly care.There was a pause on the other end, and for a moment, I thought she might have hung up. But then her voice came through, soft and hesitant. “Matteo… finally. I’ve been trying to talk to you for weeks.”“Yeah? And maybe I didn’t want to talk,” I shot back, pacing the length of my ki
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237Matteo’s POVI didn’t sleep much last night. All I did was lay awake on my bed, staring at the ceiling, and going over what I would say to her, how I would apologize, how I would beg her to hear me out. Gianna deserved better than the silence that had grown between us, and I couldn’t take it anymore.Even though I knew my sleepless night would affect my efficiency at work today, I didn’t mind that if it would let me get my woman back.I stared at myself thought the mirrored walls of the elevator, and I must say, I looked better than I had since all that shit went down. That was what hope did to me.I stopped out of the elevator and walked straight to her office. Her back was to the door, and I suspected she was on a call or just going through some documents. Or just staring at the view.I had rehearsed my speech a dozen times in my head. But standing outside her office door right now, my stomach twisted in knots. I felt different now. Like I wasn’t prepared. But I was here now. I
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238Gianna’s POVI wasn’t sure why I agreed to a girls’ night out in the first place. Maybe it was because my friends refused to take no for an answer, or maybe it was because I needed a distraction from the constant loop of Matteo in my mind. Either way, I found myself sitting in a dimly lit restaurant, sipping on a glass of white wine while my friends chatted animatedly about everything under the sun.“Okay, Gianna,” Elise said, leaning forward with an expectant grin. “Enough about work. Spill. What’s going on with you? You’ve been quiet all night.”I swirled the wine in my glass, stalling for time. “Nothing,” I said, forcing a smile. “I’ve just been busy. You know how it is.”“Uh-huh,” Riley said, raising an eyebrow. “Busy thinking about a certain someone, I bet.”I glared at her. “I’m not talking about Matteo.”“Who said anything about Matteo?” Riley teased, smirking. “But since you brought him up…”“Riley,” I warned, though my voice lacked conviction. The truth was, Matteo had be
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239Gianna’s POVI stared at the mirror in my bedroom, smoothing down the hem of the black dress I’d chosen for tonight. It was simple but elegant, something I could wear to look like I wasn’t trying too hard. My hair was styled, my makeup subtle but polished. I looked like I had my life together—or at least like I could pretend I did for a couple of hours.“Why am I doing this again?” I muttered to myself, letting out a shaky sigh.Because your friends told you to. Because you can’t keep thinking about Matteo. Because this is the first step to moving on.The reasons ran through my mind like a mantra, but none of them felt convincing. Still, I grabbed my clutch and headed out the door. I wasn’t the type to bail out of things I’ve already committed to, and I wouldn’t start now.The restaurant was trendy but not overly formal, the kind of place where first dates happened all the time. I spotted Jason almost immediately—tall, blonde, and conventionally attractive, just like Riley had pro
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240Matteo’s POVThe restaurant was quieter than I expected for a Friday night, with low lighting and soft jazz playing in the background. It wasn’t my usual kind of spot, but I’d had a rough day and needed something different—a change of scenery to get out of my own head.I’d spent the entire week trying not to think about Gianna, but everything reminded me of her. Every corner of the office, every passing comment from a coworker. Even sitting alone at a table for two felt like some cruel reminder that I wasn’t supposed to be here—alone.The waiter brought over a menu, and I gave him a polite nod, though I wasn’t particularly hungry. I flipped through the options halfheartedly, debating whether I should just order a drink and call it a night. I was about to close the menu when something—or someone—caught my eye.There she was. Gianna.I froze, gripping the edge of the menu as if it could shield me from the sight of her. She was sitting just a few tables away, her dark hair falling pe
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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
