All Chapters of My Godfather is my Soulmate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Alexa's POVAs I walked into my apartment, I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had been gnawing at me all day. The encounter with my father had left me shaken, and I knew I had to make a decision.I sat down on the couch, my mind racing as I thought about my relationship with my godfather. The passion we shared was too intense. But so were the risks and the danger.If my father had caught us, what would he have done? Would he have disowned me? I closed my eyes, trying to imagine the consequences of our relationship. It would be terrifying. But I also knew that I couldn't deny my feelings for Don Antonio. I loved him, with all my heart. And I was willing to risk everything for him.However, I had to be realistic. I couldn't just ignore the dangers. I had to find a way to make our relationship work, without putting myself or Don Antonio at risk. I took my thoughts to the shower, and it remained with me while I dressed up for the night. I met up with Sarah at our favorite bar, T

Alexa's POV I stood by the window, lost in thought. Don Antonio's proposal for a weekend getaway still lingered in my mind. It was tempting, exhilarating even. The idea of escaping the mundane and indulging in pure pleasure with him was incredibly alluring. It is the only thing in the world I want to do right now. But the risks were undeniable. Yet, there was a part of me that yearned for adventure, for a chance to live life to the fullest.Just to distract my thoughts, I scrolled through my social media feed. It didn't take me a while to stumble upon a TikTok video of an influencer preaching the philosophy of "YOLO" - You Only Live Once. Her words resonated with me, igniting a spark of rebellion. It's as if my phone could read my thoughts. Why should I let fear dictate my life? Why should I let others dictate my happiness? I'm still a young girl and I deserve to experience life to the fullest, to love and be loved without fear.When I returned home later that evening, I received a

Don Antonio's POV I woke up to the sound of Alexa's soft sobs. Opening my eyes, I saw her staring at a picture, her face pale and drawn. "Little Alexa, what's wrong?" I asked, my voice hoarse with sleep. She looked at me, her eyes wide with fear. "I knew this, I knew my guts were right yesterday. Just take a look at this," she whispered, handing me the picture.I unfolded it, and my blood ran cold. It was a photograph taken at the airport showing us kissing. My heart pounded in my chest. "What the actual heck," I breathed. Alexa's sobs intensified. "What are we going to do?" she whispered. "I'm scared."I sighed and pulled her into my arms, trying to comfort her. "It's okay, love," I whispered. "We'll figure this out. I will use my connections to find out who did this. I will try my best to fix it."But the truth was, I didn't know how to fix this. This was a disaster. Our secret was out, and I had no idea who had taken the picture or what they intended to do with it. All it would

Alexa's POV The flight back to the city felt shorter than usual. I was buzzing with newfound energy, a confidence I hadn't felt in a long time. Don Antonio's insights had completely shifted my perspective. I was no longer just presenting data; I was telling a story, painting a picture of the future of the Bavarish brand.As the plane touched down, I felt a surge of adrenaline. I was ready to conquer this presentation. I was ready to show my father, and everyone else, what I was capable of in moving this company forward. It should have been me and not Elsie.The presentation went off without a hitch that morning. I was nervous at first, but as I began to speak, my confidence grew. I spoke with passion and conviction, weaving a compelling narrative that captivated the audience. I made them see reasons why my ideas and strategies would push the company to its highest peak. My father, sitting in the front row, watched me with a mixture of pride and surprise. When I finished, the room er

Don Antonio's POVThe image of Patricia, her eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and malice, haunted me throughout the night. Her words, "She still talks about you sometimes, you know. Says she misses you," echoed in my mind all through my sleep, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions. I had thought I had moved on from Isabella, from the pain of our divorce. But Patricia's words had reopened old wounds. Does she still think about me? About us?Isabella. My Isabella. We had been so young, so deeply in love. We had built a life together, a life that had shattered like a fragile vase. The memory of her tear-stained face, the pain in her eyes as she told me about the affair, still tormented me over these years. Even though we had gone our separate ways for almost two decades, the memories are still fresh like a green grass in my mind.I picked up my phone and dialed her number. It rang a few times before she answered, her voice cautious. "Isabella," I began, my voice hesitant. "It's me