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Emilia’s POVI tapped my leg continuously on the floor, my hands pressed tight together as I tried to stop them from shaking. My eyes were locked on the doctor's, and I could hear him talking, but I wasn’t even listening. All that was on my mind was thoughts of how I was going to get twenty-five thousand dollars for Matteo’s surgery. Twenty-five thousand dollars! A shudder ran through me. And that wasn’t all. I still had to pay for the other hospital bills apart from the surgery fee.It seemed like my life was just going haywire at this point, and there was absolutely nothing that I could do to stop it.“Miss Abramo?” The doctor called, snapping her fingers in my face twice. I jumped and then gave her an apologetic smile.“You were saying?” I asked.“Are you okay, Miss Abramo?” She eyed me warily. “You’ve been zoning out.”“Yeah, I’m okay,” I lied, nodding. My hands began to shake, and I clasped them together once again, taking in a deep breath as she continued.“Miss Abramo, it’s get
Last Updated : 2024-11-09The Mafia's Nanny 2
Alaric’s POV.I watched the girl scurry off to the elevator, her hair falling loose from the bun it was tied in and the horrible skirt she was wearing flowing behind her.The elevator doors closed behind her, and I watched as she disappeared, her figure swallowed up by the steel doors. I clenched my jaw, suppressing the irritation bubbling under the surface. Emilia. That woman was a complication, a thorn that hadn’t been there this morning and yet somehow had made her way into the very heart of my day.“Are you sure she’s not Mommy?” Francesca’s voice was small, almost like she was asking herself rather than me.I looked down at her, the tears glistening on her cheeks, her bottom lip trembling. I was used to Francesca’s questions and the way her curiosity would fixate on the strangest things, but this... this fixation on a woman she’d only just met? Unusual, even for her.“Yes, Tesoro,” I replied, keeping my voice firm but softened just enough for her, though I could feel her slipping
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Emilia’s POV.I was pacing in the hallway outside my brother’s room, my thoughts tangled and all about the brutal men that I had just encountered in the hallway. I had gotten into the elevator, only to go and take the second route, where they wouldn’t see me, and gone back to Matteo’s room, though I didn’t enter. He’d see through me, and I didn’t want him getting worried. My mind kept replaying the scene in the hospital lobby—the little girl who looked at me like I was the answer to something, and her father, his presence as intimidating as it was magnetic.I was lost in those thoughts when I felt someone grab my arm. I jerked around, ready to defend myself however I could, only to find a tall, muscular man gripping me tightly. He was dressed sharply, but his eyes were cold, businesslike. Allesio. He was the one holding the gun to my head.“Let’s go,” he said, his voice low but firm.I tried to pull away. “Excuse me, who do you think you are? Let me go!”“You’re coming with me,” he re
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Emilia’s POV I released a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, relief washing over me even as a new wave of anxiety took its place. I’d just agreed to work for a man who practically oozed power, and I had no idea what I was getting myself into.“Good,” I said, trying to sound confident. “When do I start?”“Immediately,” he replied, his voice as decisive as ever. “Francesca is waiting for you.”The suddenness of it left me stunned. “Now?”He raised an eyebrow. “Do you have a pressing engagement?”I shot him a look, and he merely smirked, clearly unfazed by my reaction. “Fine,” I muttered. “But this doesn’t mean I’m at your beck and call.”A flicker of amusement crossed his face. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”Somehow, I didn’t believe him.With a sigh, I turned around, feeling his gaze follow me as I moved. I turned back to look at him, my heart racing despite my best efforts to stay calm.“One more thing,” I said. “I’ll be honest with Francesca. I won’t lie to her or make promises I ca
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5Alaric’s POV Emilia had surprised me, and it took a lot to do that. Most people I dealt with were quick to nod, to obey, and to walk away as fast as they could manage. But Emilia? No, she had come back with demands of her own. The moment she’d lifted her chin, fire in her eyes, and laid out her terms, I’d felt an unexpected flicker of admiration.I watched her closely from my office, just across the hall. Through the glass door, I could see her kneeling on the floor, surrounded by a sea of crayons and papers, fully engaged in whatever imaginary world my daughter had conjured up. Francesca had always been spirited, a handful even on her best days, but in Emilia’s presence, she softened. She was calm, happy even, and that made me feel lighter.Emilia was resourceful. She didn’t waste time coddling Francesca, but instead, she encouraged her to express herself, to chatter away about every little thought that crossed her mind. She listened intently, nodding at all the right times, react
Last Updated : 2024-12-02The Mafia's Nanny 6
6Emilia’s POV. The moment Alaric walked into the room, his presence overpowered me, clouding my senses, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I lost my wits and became clumsy around him. It was a strange thing, to be both grateful and cautious around him, like standing in front of a storm—beautiful from a distance, but dangerous up close. He stood across from me, a small, self-satisfied smile playing at his lips, and when he spoke, his words stopped me in my tracks.“I’ve taken care of your brother’s bills,” he said, casually, as if he hadn’t just thrown a lifeline to the person I loved most in the world.For a second, I couldn’t speak. My throat tightened, my heart raced, and all I could think was that Matteo was safe—that Alaric, despite being the cold, impenetrable man he was, had actually kept his word. I felt tears prick the back of my eyes, and I pressed a hand to my mouth, trying to gather myself.“Thank you, Alaric. Really, I…” My voice broke, and I looked down, sud
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7Alaric’s POV I stepped into the house, a frown forming on my face at how quiet the house was. And it made me very very uneasy. Normally, by the time I stepped through the door, Francesca’s laughter would echo down the hall, and I’d catch glimpses of Emilia chasing her around, a small, stubborn smile always tugging at her lips. But tonight, it was so quiet, almost as if something was wrong.I hung my coat by the door and glanced around, half-expecting Emilia to appear, carrying Francesca in her arms or perhaps ushering her to bed. But instead, when I found them, Emilia barely looked up. She sat with Francesca on the couch, brushing through her silver hair with a gentleness that looked at odds with how stiff her shoulders were.“Daddy!” Francesca squealed, but she didn’t get up from the couch, keeping still as Emilia continued brushing her hair. I grinned at her in reply.“Good evening,” I said, keeping my voice even as I stepped closer. Emilia didn’t respond. Not immediately, anyway
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8Emilia’s POV. It was very quiet morning as I took care of Francesca, a peaceful kind of silence that I didn’t often experience in this house. She was babbling on the living room rug, caught up in her own little world with her toys spread out in front of her. Her tiny fingers reached for blocks, stacking them with a level of concentration I couldn’t help but smile at. Moments like these were rare, and as her nanny, I’d come to savor each one.I leaned forward to help her with stacking the bloks, but then a sharp voice – Alaric’s voice – cut through the silence. I tensed at the roughness in his fone. I didn’t know who he was talking to but the way his words bounced off the walls, sharp and intense, made it clear that he was anything but pleased.“…I’ve told you before, I don’t want excuses,” he said, his voice filtering through the slightly open door. “If this can’t be resolved by tonight, I’ll find someone who can do it properly. I don’t have time for incompetence.”Francesca looked
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232Matteo’s POVThe office was quiet when I arrived, but not in the usual early-morning, everyone-still-setting-up way. It was the kind of quiet that felt heavy, like something was missing.I scanned the open space, hoping to catch a glimpse of Gianna in her glass-walled office at the far end, but it was empty. My chest tightened as I made my way to my desk. She wasn’t here. And there was an high chance she won’t be here today. Like she wasn’t yesterday. And the day before.“Morning, Matteo,” Cheryl, one of the assistants, greeted me with a polite smile.“Morning,” I murmured back in reply. My response was distracted, my eyes darting back toward Gianna’s office. “Is Ms Lorenzo in yet?”Cheryl hesitated, her smile faltering. “She’s… not coming in today.”“Again?” My voice came out sharper than I intended, and Cheryl jumped, looking a little startled.“I—I think she’s working remotely,” she stammered. “Excuse me,” she added before hurrying away.I slumped into my chair, running a hand
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231Gianna’s POVI sat on the balcony of the small seaside villa I’d rented a few days back just to clear my head. A steaming cup of tea was cradled in my hands while I watched as the sun set, painting the sky in lovely shades of orange and pink. The waves crashed softly against the rocks below. It was really beautiful here. Quiet and far removed from the chaos that had practically consumed my love over the past week.But the peace I’d hoped for hadn’t come. Not entirely.Matteo’s name still wouldn’t leave my mind. It stil lingered in my head and every thought like a shadow. Even in this beautiful and peaceful place, my heart still felt raw and my emotions were tangled in a web of longing, hurt and doubt about myself.I closed my eyes, letting the salty breeze wash over me. You’re here to heal, I reminded myself. Focus on yourself.The problem was, no matter how much I tried to distance myself, the memories of Matteo kept creeping in. His laughter, his infuriating character, the way h
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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
