All Chapters of My Godfather is my Soulmate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Don Antonio's POV The hours ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity. I paced my penthouse suite, the panoramic night view of the city offering no solace. My phone remained stubbornly silent, the last attempt to call Alexa ending in voicemail. She had been calling me insistently for the last few days, so why wasn't she picking up her calls? Especially tonight when I had planned on surprising her with a romantic dinner. I was getting worried sick with each passing minute. What if something had happened to her? What if the stalker she had been complaining about had finally caught up with her and put her in danger?When I could no longer take it, I called my security detail. "Marco," I said, my voice tight with anxiety, "I need you to do something for me right now if possible. I know you might have already called it a night, but I will double your pay if that's what it would take."Marco, my trusted confidante and head of security, was all business. "I don't mind what time is it

Alexa's POVMy hands trembled as I stared at the envelope sitting on my desk. It was plain, unmarked, delivered by Elsie's secretary just moments ago. I knew, with chilling certainty, what it contained. Elsie's threat, "I will do whatever I want, Alexa. This is both a threat and a warning," echoed in my mind.I hesitated, my fingers hovering over the seal. Part of me wanted to ignore it, to pretend it didn't exist. But I knew I couldn't. Elsie wouldn't let me. This was her opening move, a calculated strike designed to instill fear and force me into submission.Taking a deep breath, I tore open the envelope. Inside, nestled amongst crisp white paper, were the photographs.They were damning. The same images of Don Antonio and me, locked in a passionate embrace. The kiss, captured from multiple angles, left no room for misinterpretation. Our faces were clearly shown. My breath hitched. My stomach churned. I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. These pictures… they could destroy everythi

Alexa's POVThe silence in my office was deafening, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall. Don Antonio had just left, leaving me reeling from the shock of seeing the photos, the fear of Elsie's threats, and the unexpected turn of our conversation. I slumped back in my chair, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. She had seen us, captured our intimacy for her own malicious purposes. The thought of my father seeing those pictures, the scandal that would erupt, sent a wave of nausea washing over me.I sighed deeply, remembering the hideous part of the situation even more pressing – the fact that Don Antonio knows about my date with Jeremy. How the heck did he know Jeremy's name? Had he really sent a spy to monitor us? Shutting my eyes, I sighed again. But then, I thought back to Don Antonio's words, his voice firm and determined. "We'll play her own game," he had said. "We'll let her think she's won. And then, we'll strike back."Hope, a fragile spark,

Don Antonio's POVI remained beside Alexa, my hand resting lightly on her back, a silent claim of her. Dr. Jeremy, oblivious to the undercurrent of tension, chatted amiably with a group of colleagues. He was undeniably charming, his laughter echoing through the lobby, his smile infectious. I watched him, my eyes narrowed, a flicker of possessiveness igniting within me.Alexa, sensing my unease, shifted slightly, her hand brushing against mine. The warmth of her touch, the subtle reassurance of her presence, calmed the storm brewing within me.I glanced at her, my eyes searching hers. She looked stunning, her dress a simple yet elegant affair, her hair cascading down her shoulders in soft waves. She was the epitome of grace and beauty, and the thought of her being with anyone else, even in a purely friendly setting, sent a pang of jealousy through me."He seems like a nice guy," I commented, my voice carefully neutral, "A kind every girl like you would love to have in her corner."Alex

Alexa's POV My breath hitched in my throat, a cold dread settling in my stomach. Some cars lurched around a corner, the city lights blurring into a dizzying swirl, but I barely registered them. My fingers trembled as I tried to dial Antonio's number, my heart pounding against my ribs like a trapped bird.The hollow sound of the dial tone echoed in the background, each ring a hammer blow against my fragile composure. I pressed the phone to my ear, willing him to answer, praying that he was alright, and that all I heard about him moments earlier was just lies. A wave of panic washed over me. "Let it not all be true," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "No, please."I tried again, my fingers shaking so violently that I almost dropped the phone.Antonio, please," I pleaded to the phone, tears welling up in my eyes. "Please pick up."Jeremy walked up to me at that moment, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity. He took my hand in his, squeezing it reassuringly. I ignored him, m