All Chapters of The Devil's Fire: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

AlthaiaWe had been walking for what felt like hours, and Arianna and Cara still hadn’t satisfied their shopping thirst. My mother left a while ago once she had bought what she needed and desperately walked away from us; most likely from Rafaelle, who wouldn’t leave her alone.Eventually, we decided to ditch the rest because I got too tired. So tired that I even fell asleep in the car on the way to the hotel where Damiano was staying.When I woke up, I found Damiano sleeping peacefully next to me. I smiled as I took my time to admire him. He looked so boyish with a few strands of hair falling over his eyes. He looked so…cute, and I almost let out a chuckle at the word. I never expected to use such a word to describe him.“What are you laughing at?” Damiano's voice was husky and low, still heavy with sleep. His eyes were closed, and I realized my body had been shaking when I tried not to laugh.“You. You look cute.” I chuckled, and he scoffed at my choice of words. His eyes suddenly sna

Althaia“Watching you suffer like this is making me wonder if it’s really worth it to be pregnant.” Cara made a face at how horrible I was looking; sweaty and exhausted while I was trying to carefully sip some water to rehydrate.Thankfully, it wasn’t anything critical, and we were able to leave the hospital once I received IV fluids. Cara had been worrying and waiting since Lorenzo left in a hurry after he received Damiano’s call to drive us to the hospital. I usually don't see much emotion from Lorenzo, but tonight I saw a flicker of worry in his eyes for me and the baby.“One look at this, and it’s making me forget about everything else.” I handed her the sonogram and rested my head on Damiano’s shoulder. He flashed a small smile and kissed my forehead.“Funny how it’s the size of a pea and it can make you feel like that.” Cara's smile lit up her face as she looked at the picture.“Yeah, so funny. I’m laughing so hard right now.” I said sarcastically, which only made her chuckle.Lo

AlthaiaI slipped into my favorite midnight blue satin nightgown with a matching robe and made my way downstairs. My mother had made a small fire in the fireplace for some coziness. It was a bit funny that we had a fireplace, even though it was unnecessary in Florida. But my mother loved them, and they had grown on me.“I made some tea. It’s decaf.” My mother smiled warmly as she handed me a steaming mug, then settled down next to me on the couch, cradling her own cup.“Thank you.” I said gratefully.We sat quietly together as we sipped our tea, but it was a comfortable silence with the burning wood crackling. I turned to look at my mother when she let out a sigh.“I must say, they are a lot more different from what I had expected.” She admitted. I raised my brows in surprise before a smile appeared on my lips.“They are. Especially Arianna and Raffaele.” I chuckled, and she rolled her eyes at the mention of Raffaele.“That boy needs a good smacking or two with my wooden spoon. Shamele

Althaia We kept running deeper into the depths of the dark woods. Our bare feet pounded on the forest floor, trying to escape the people chasing us and the bullets flying by. But my pace had slowed down. My body begged for even a small gulp of air, my lungs burning for a break, but I had to keep going. I still hadn’t fully recovered despite what I told Damiano. My body was weak and heavy, covered in sweat as my legs threatened to collapse. If it wasn’t for my mother's tight grip on my hand, pushing me to keep going, I would be dead. “Over here.” My mother led us behind a towering tree, its trunk wide enough to hide us. My body gave out, and I crumpled to the ground. I gasped for air, feeling a sharp pain with each breath. Nausea threatened to overpower me, but I somehow held it at bay and shifted my attention to calming my breath. My mother sat down on the ground and rubbed my back, trying to help me as best she could. I rested my back against the tree, closing my eyes when I

Althaia I was surrounded by an impenetrable darkness, my entire body burdened with a crushing heaviness that imprisoned every limb. There were muffled voices in the distance, but my mouth refused to let out a sound for help. What’s happening to me? An overwhelming fatigue swept over me. Too weak to fight it, I let it drag me into a deep slumber, leaving my question unanswered. ֎ ֎ ֎ I was slowly waking up, but my body still felt heavy and... in pain. Aches resonated throughout my entire body. My head pounded, and my stomach writhed, making it hard for me to move. A distinct weight pressed down on my hand. It was a different heaviness from the rest of my body. I tried to move my hand, but only a finger responded. I heard some shuffling before my hand received a gentle squeeze, and something brushed against my face. I leaned slightly into the touch; a small sound escaped my lips as I attempted to speak. “Althaia baby, wake up.” “Everything hurts.” I wanted to say, but my