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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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241Emilia’s POVI paced the living room, my phone clutched tightly in my hand as I stared at the screen. No new notifications. Again. This silent treatment from Matteo was deafening, and it wasn’t just the silence, it was what it meant. Every unanswered call and every ignored text felt like a slap to the face. It reminded me of how badly I’d messed things up.This wasn’t like him. Matteo didn’t hold grudges. He was the one who made jokes to diffuse tension, the one who hugged me when I didn’t even know I needed it. But now, he was the one shutting me out, and it was all my fault.“Are you going to keep pacing, or are you actually going to do something about it?” Alaric’s voice broke through my thoughts. He was lounging on the couch, a glass of bourbon in his hand, watching me like I was some sort of spectacle.“I am doing something,” I snapped, waving my phone at him. “I’ve called him at least twenty times, and I’ve sent texts—apologies, explanations—everything! He won’t respond.”Al
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242Alaric’s POVEmilia was pacing again. I’d seen her do it countless times in the past two days, wearing a path into the floor whenever something gnawed at her. Tonight, it was Matteo. Again. Like the past two days.I leaned back in my chair, glass of bourbon in hand, and watched her. She didn’t notice—or maybe she didn’t care—that I was sitting there quietly, letting her run herself into the ground with her frustration. She was muttering under her breath, no doubt rehearsing the same arguments she’d been making to me for days now.“Emilia,” I said finally, breaking the silence. “Do you think Matteo’s life will implode if you don’t fix it for him?”She stopped, mid-step, and turned to glare at me. “This isn’t about fixing his life, Alaric. This is about fixing what I broke.”“Then apologize and move on,” I said simply, taking a slow sip of my drink. “It’s not that complicated.”Her eyes narrowed. “It’s complicated when he won’t even pick up the phone.”“That sounds like a him proble
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243Emilia’s POVI sat across from Alaric in the study, my palms damp against the smooth arms of the leather chair. His cold, calculating demeanor was as familiar as ever, but tonight, it only bothered me more than it really should. I’ve been rehearsing this conversation in my head for days, but now that I was here, all the confidence I had gathered up was gone.“I’ve been thinking,” I started, my voice quieter than I wanted it to. I cleared my throat and sat up straighter, trying to meet his sharp gaze. “About Alonso.”Alaric’s jaw tightened almost immediately, but his expression didn’t change. “What about him?” he asked, his voice low and steady, the warning clear.I swallowed hard, knowing this wasn’t going to be easy. I already knew the outcome of this conversation, but still I had to try. “I think we should try to talk to him. Maybe… mend things.”His laugh was short and humorless. It was a bitter sound that reminded me of the stone cold, bloody side of Alaric. I hated it. “Mend
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243Emilia’s POVI sat across from Alaric in the study, my palms damp against the smooth arms of the leather chair. His cold, calculating demeanor was as familiar as ever, but tonight, it only bothered me more than it really should. I’ve been rehearsing this conversation in my head for days, but now that I was here, all the confidence I had gathered up was gone.“I’ve been thinking,” I started, my voice quieter than I wanted it to. I cleared my throat and sat up straighter, trying to meet his sharp gaze. “About Alonso.”Alaric’s jaw tightened almost immediately, but his expression didn’t change. “What about him?” he asked, his voice low and steady, the warning clear.I swallowed hard, knowing this wasn’t going to be easy. I already knew the outcome of this conversation, but still I had to try. “I think we should try to talk to him. Maybe… mend things.”His laugh was short and humorless. It was a bitter sound that reminded me of the stone cold, bloody side of Alaric. I hated it. “Mend
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245Alaric’s POVI’d spent the day running interference with business dealings, and now I was dealing with the far more personal issue of Alonso.The man who’d been a constant thorn in my side for as long as I could remember. And now, more than ever, his antics were threatening to ruin everything. I needed information—specific information—and Rosa was the one who had it. The problem was, getting it from her wasn’t going to be easy. It never was. And the man who was supposed to be getting the words out of her was slacking.“Allesio,” I called, breaking the silence as I turned my chair towards the door. I didn’t have to wait long before he entered. He didn’t have his usual smug smile on his face and I had a feeling he knew what I was about to ask. He was standing still as he looked af me.He was always cautious. Too cautious, sometimes. Maybe that’s why I kept him close even though he was slacking too much these days. Besides, if I didn’t keep him close, who would I keep close?“Boss,”
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278Alaric’s POVThe night was still, the kind of stillness that came before a storm. The kind that made your gut twist in anticipation, like the world itself was holding its breath. I barely noticed.All I could feel was the fire burning inside me.I gripped the gun in my hand, my fingers tightening around the cold metal as I stepped out of the car. I stood in the front of Alonso’s mansion, watching as his guards moved around relaxed without suspecting anything at all.Good.He wouldn’t see me coming.My footsteps were steady as I moved up the driveway, my mind sharp, focused. Every part of me was locked in, my rage simmering just beneath the surface. The guards at the front barely had time to react before I took them down quick, clean, quiet.I didn’t come here for them.I came for him.The door to his house wasn’t locked. Arrogant bastard.I pushed it open without hesitation, stepping inside. The place was dark, but I knew he was here.I could feel him.A few more steps, and then—
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277Emilia’s POVI knew something was wrong the second I walked into the house. The energy was different—charged, electric, like the air before a storm. The staff avoided eye contact, moving quickly, their silence heavier than usual. My stomach twisted.Then I saw him.Alaric stood in the middle of the living room, dressed in all black, a gun strapped to his side, his expression cold and unreadable.My heart nearly stopped.No.No, no, no.I stepped forward, my voice sharper than I intended. “Where are you going?”He didn’t even flinch. Didn’t hesitate.“To finish what should’ve been done a long time ago.”I sucked in a shaky breath. I already knew what he meant, but I asked anyway, hoping, praying, I was wrong.“To kill Alonso.”A simple statement. Flat. Like he was announcing he was going out for coffee.Panic clawed up my throat. “Alaric, please—”“No.” His voice was sharp, final.I took another step toward him. “You can’t do this.”“I have to do this.”“No, you don’t!” I nearly sh
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276Emilia’s POV The house was quiet when I walked in, which was unusual. Normally, there was at least some noise—Francesca’s laughter echoing through the halls, the distant hum of conversation, or the occasional sound of Alaric’s men moving around. But tonight, everything felt… still. Too still.It wasn’t long ago that I returned from my trip with Rosa and Francesca, feeling lighter than I had in weeks. The time away had been refreshing, a much-needed break from everything. But as soon as I stepped inside, that feeling disappeared, replaced by a kind of suffocating feeling.I set my bag down and started toward the stairs when I heard voices coming from Alaric’s office. I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but the door was cracked open, and my name stopped me in my tracks.“She can’t know about this, not yet,” Alaric’s voice was sharp, controlled.I frowned and stepped closer.“I understand,” Allesio replied. “But are you sure about this? Going after Alonso like this… it’s going to start a
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275Emilia’s POVI needed a break.Desperately.Between Alaric’s mood swings, the tension in the house, and the unshakable feeling that something was being kept from me, I was losing my mind. And I knew Rosa could sense it too because she was the one who suggested this trip.“Two days,” she had said, grinning as she packed a bag in my room while I sat on the bed, watching her like she had lost it. “No men. No stress. Just me, you, and Francesca.”I had hesitated at first. Leaving Alaric like this felt… wrong. But what was I even staying for? To keep watching him glare at his phone and snap at Allesio without telling me why?So here we were, driving up the coast, Francesca singing along to whatever pop song was playing on the radio while Rosa handled the wheel with her usual confidence.I sighed, leaning my head against the window as the salty breeze from the ocean drifted into the car.“Okay, spill,” Rosa said, shooting me a glance.I frowned. “Spill what?”“Whatever it is that’s been
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274Alaric’s POVI sat in my office, fingers steepled as I stared at the map spread across my desk. The Cruz estate was marked with red, the layout burned into my mind. I had spent hours going over every possible entry point, every possible weakness. Alonso Cruz would not see me coming.I had been waiting for this moment.A knock at the door snapped me out of my thoughts. I quickly gathered the papers, shoving them into a drawer before calling out, “Come in.”The door opened, and Emilio stepped inside, his expression grim. “We’re ready.”I nodded. “Good. Lock the doors.”He closed the door behind him, locking it before moving toward the chair across from me. “Allesio still doesn’t know?”I clenched my jaw. “No. And he won’t.”Emilio frowned. “Alaric—”“No,” I cut him off. “He had his chance to be honest with me. He chose to lie. He chose to protect Alonso.”Emilio sighed but didn’t argue. He knew better.I had made my decision.“You’re sure about this?” he asked after a moment.I lean
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273Alaric’s POVFrancesca giggled as she sat on my lap, swinging her little legs back and forth. She had insisted on playing with my watch, her tiny fingers fumbling with the strap. I let her. Anything to see her smile.“Daddy, look!” she said excitedly, holding up my watch like it was the greatest treasure in the world. “It’s too big for me.”I chuckled, adjusting the strap so it wouldn’t slide off her wrist. “That’s because you’re too small, princess.”She pouted. “I’m not small. I’m big.”“Oh yeah?” I raised an eyebrow. “How big?”Francesca stretched her arms as wide as she could, her eyes sparkling with determination. “This big!”I smirked, tapping her nose lightly. “Still too small to wear my watch.”She huffed but quickly got distracted, playing with the buttons on my sleeve. I watched her, my chest tightening.She had no idea.No idea that I wasn’t really her father.No idea that the man she called ‘Daddy’ wasn’t the one who had given her life. And she never would have known i
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272Alaric’s POVRage was a living, breathing thing inside me. It burned through my veins, consuming every rational thought, leaving only the raw, seething anger that had taken root in my soul since the truth came out. The Cruz family. Those bastards had killed Dominic. And Allesio—someone I trusted, someone who was supposed to be my right hand—had known all along. He had kept it from me. Lied to my face.I gritted my teeth as I sat in my office, gripping the armrests of my chair so hard that the leather creaked beneath my fingers. The image of my brother’s face flashed in my mind—Dominic, who had always had my back, who had always put family first. He was gone. And the people responsible had been breathing easy all this time.Because Allesio let them.I slammed my fist onto the desk, sending a glass of whiskey toppling over. The amber liquid spilled across the wood, but I didn’t give a damn. My chest heaved as I forced myself to calm down. It didn’t work.The sound of heels clicking
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271Allesio’s POVI tried to act normal. I really did. But every time I looked at Rosa, the truth of what I’d done pressed harder against my chest, making it impossible to breathe.She didn’t know. Not yet. And God, I wished I could keep it that way forever.We were sitting in the garden, the scent of freshly watered flowers thick in the air. Rosa was trimming some roses, focused, quiet. It was the first moment we’d had alone since she came back from her trip with Emilia.“Did you enjoy it?” I asked, my voice steady.She glanced at me, eyes suspicious. “Why are you asking like that?”I forced a smirk. “Like what?”“Like you actually care.”I scoffed, leaning back against the bench. “I do care. You act like I’m a heartless bastard.”She snorted. “Because you are.”I should’ve laughed, thrown a snarky remark back, but the words hit different now. If she knew what I had done, she’d mean it.She went back to snipping away at the roses, her silence unsettling. I used to find comfort in our
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270Rosa’s POVI threw my phone onto the hotel bed and let out a dramatic groan. “Emilia, I swear to God, if I see another text about business, I’m throwing this damn thing in the ocean.”Emilia, lounging in her fluffy white robe, sipped her cocktail and smirked. “Do it. I dare you.”I narrowed my eyes. “You just want to see me suffer when I have to explain to my father why I’m unreachable.”“Absolutely,” she said, raising her glass. “That’s what best friends are for.”I rolled my eyes but grabbed my drink from the nightstand and clinked it against hers. “To escaping the insanity, at least for a few days.”“To bad decisions,” Emilia added with a grin.I sighed dramatically. “As long as none of them involve work, I’m in.”We spent the next hour getting ready, blasting music as we did our hair and makeup. For once, I wasn’t thinking about threats, alliances, or negotiations—I was just Rosa, a woman on vacation with her best friend.As we stepped out onto the balcony, overlooking the oce
