Stepping off the plane at Florence Airport was like stepping into her new life. The warm Italian sun had welcomed her, but despite the beauty of her surroundings, an unsettling unease crept over her, casting a shadow on her excitement.Her boss, the man who had orchestrated her fresh start, was there to greet her. He had handed her the documents for her new identity—and she felt she was holding her future.But as they drove through the streets of Florence, it was hard to believe it had been a few days since all this had occurred. Her new life and job felt surreal, and as the days passed, a strange tension sat between her and Inigo.He was charming, too charming, and while he had been gracious, something beneath the surface made her uneasy. His gaze lingered just a little too long, his compliments too personal.True, he had given her a new life, yes, but it began to feel as if strings were attached. Although they remained invisible for now, she could feel them.“This city suits you, So
After returning to the hotel, Dominic leaned back in his hotel chair and stared at the ceiling, his frustration simmering beneath the surface. He had rushed to Italy with a sense of urgency, a desperate need to find Solo. However, it had been days, and every lead had hit a dead end. The trail was cold, and time was running out.He grabbed his buzzing phone, hoping for anything that could bring him closer to her. It was his contact, and the familiar disappointment seeped into him before he answered. The cold plastic of the phone felt heavy in his hand, in contrast to the warmth of hope that had been dwindling with each passing day."Dominic," the voice on the other end said, tinny and distant, "I've searched every possible avenue, but there's no trace of a Solo Delaney in Italy. Are you sure Florence was her final destination?"Dominic rubbed his forehead, the weight of those words pressing down on him. The room seemed to close in, the air thick with disappointment. "I don't know—she n
Solo’s knuckles rapped on the large oak door before her, and she waited for permission to enter. A Sound came from the other side of the door—she assumed that was her cue to enter."Can we talk?”"Sure, what do you wanna talk about?” Inigo gestured for her to sit.His office felt too large and intimidating. The House of Ricci was everything she had dreamed of—prestigious, influential, respected. But now, as Solo sat across from Inigo, her heart pounded with uncertainty.She’d rehearsed the conversation she wanted to have with Inigo several times, but the words stuck in her throat. It was her fault. She should've said something sooner. Her confession could be a dealbreaker. Inigo leaned back in his chair, watching her with calm confidence. His dark eyes studied her every move.“I need to tell you something,” Solo said, her hands clasped on her lap, her thumbs rolling over themselves.Inigo raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. “Go ahead.”“I’m pregnant,” she said, the words forced ou
Dominic looked at Sapphire and shook his head. He sighed, leaning back in his chair. “Sapphire, can we do this later? I’m—”“No.” She said, her voice was firm, cutting off any excuses. “We’re going to do this now.” She moved toward him, her arms folded across her chest, her expression unreadable. “You went to Italy,” she said, her voice calm but icy. “And you don’t have to lie to me—I know why.”Dominic’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t reply.“You went to look for her, didn’t you? Solo.” The name felt bitter on her tongue, like a betrayal.Dominic hesitated, but the look in Sapphire’s eyes told him she already knew. There was no reason to deny it.“Yes,” he admitted, his voice low. “I went to look for her.”Sapphire’s lips trembled, but she recovered, her voice rising with fury and heartbreak.“I endured for three years! So we could be together.” Her hand rose to pat her hair as though tidying imaginary loose strands. “I could only make this sacrifice because of our promise to each oth
Chapter 18Months had passed since Solo began her new existence under the Italian sun. The bright sun and gentle mountain breeze filtered through the curtains in Solo's apartment, shimmering its golden light over the comfortable living space.She stood in front of the full-length mirror, her hands caressing the subtle curve of her growing belly. At four months pregnant, the reality of impending motherhood, a journey she anticipated, became more tangible every day."You're doing great," Charles said from the doorway before pushing forward into the room, a supportive smile on his face. “Are you ready for your appointment?"Solo turned to face him, grateful for his presence. "As ready as I'll ever be," she said, smiling back at him. His grin widened at her poor attempt at humor."Don't worry, everything's been fine so far," Charles assured her. "Plus, Dr. Moretti is the best in Florence. You'll be in good hands."Holding hands, they left the apartment and stepped into the bustling street
Dominic paced his office, the city skyline stretching out behind the floor-to-ceiling windows. The crumpled paper clenched in his fist—was a lead that had seemed promising hours before."You're certain?" he spoke into the phone, his tone edged with frustration."Positive," Jake said on the other end. “The woman our contact identified as Solo Delaney isn't her. She has a different background, and she’s a different person."Dominic exhaled. "Keep looking.""Dom, maybe it's time to consider that she doesn't want to be found," Jake said."I can't accept that," Dominic said. "There's got to be something we've missed.""Alright. I'll keep digging."Ending the call, Dominic sank into his chair, running a hand through his hair. His gaze drifted to an invitation on his desk—for a charity gala he would attend with Sapphire.Recalling three years ago, Solo had nagged him. She wanted to accompany him to this gala. It was a charity close to her heart that she had sponsored, but she had never been
Sapphire closed the door behind her. Her composed expression slipped as soon as she was out of sight. Dominic continued to pull away despite her efforts to turn things around. The emotional distance between them was growing wider and wider, and she was determined to find a method to bridge the gap.Pulling out her phone, she dialed a number she knew by heart. "Mother," she said when the call connected. “I need some advice.” She began to walk forward."Sapphire, darling," her mother said, her voice cooed. "What can I do for you?""It's Dominic. He's hung up on some girl he met after we broke up. I told you we should have waited to see if he could turn things around.”There was a pause on the other end. “Who knew he would find a way to replace you? He reluctantly let you go and promised to wait. So what changed, and why wasn't we informed? "“I don’t know," Sapphire said. All I know is that he is no longer the trained puppy I left behind.” As she headed toward the elevators, her hand ro
Solo leaned her head against the cool glass of the car window, watching the streets whiz by in a blur as she rode back to her apartment. Charles sat beside her, his fingers scrolling through his phone. Now and then, she could feel his concerned glances, but she didn't have the energy to reassure him. All she wanted was to be back in her apartment, alone with her thoughts."Everything alright?" Charles asked, breaking the comfortable silence."Yeah," she smiled as she rubbed her stomach. "Just…a lot to process.""Understandable," he said, his tone gentle. "You're handling all of this well. Most people in your situation would fall apart.""I don't know if 'handling' is the right word," Solo mused, her thoughts trailing back to the appointment earlier. Her children's heartbeat still echoed in her mind—steady, strong, and undeniable. She had made peace with her future, but the past still lingered in her mind.The look Charles gave her was half teasing, half serious. "You're stronger than