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All Chapters of My Godfather is my Soulmate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 44
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A Chance to Heal
My Godfather is my Soulmate/Sommy Nuela
Don Antonio's POVA dull ache throbbed behind my eyes as I blinked against the harsh white light. My senses were sluggish, my body heavy and unresponsive. A low hum filled the air, punctuated by the rhythmic beeping of a machine I couldn't identify. Where was I? What had happened?As my vision cleared, I saw two figures hovering over me. Isabella, her face etched with worry, her eyes red-rimmed. And Xavier, his usually stoic expression softened with relief."Antonio," Isabella breathed, her voice thick with emotion. "You're awake! Thank heavens!"Xavier nodded, a rare smile touching his lips. "Welcome back, sir."Their words reached me through a fog, their meaning slow to register. I tried to speak, to ask what had happened, but my voice was a dry croak."Don't strain yourself, dear," Isabella said, gently pushing me back against the pillows. "You've been unconscious for a while."Memories flickered through my mind, fragmented and disjointed. The suspicion about Alexa and her Dr Jerem
Last Updated : 2025-02-2042. You Have Done Enough Damage
My Godfather is my Soulmate/Sommy Nuela
Alexa's POVThe hospital lobby was a blur of white coats and hushed whispers, a stark contrast to the chaos raging within me. My heart thumped against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat urging me forward, even as my legs trembled with fear. I had to see him. I had to know he was alright.Jeremy had dropped me off at the entrance, his expression a mix of concern and hesitant support. I barely registered his words as I rushed through the automatic doors, my eyes scanning the crowded space for a familiar face.I spotted a nurse at the reception desk and rushed towards her, my voice trembling. "Don Antonio Bavarish," I stammered. "I need to see him. I'm..." I hesitated, the words catching in my throat. "I'm a close friend."The nurse's expression was polite, but her tone was firm. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but I can't give you any information without authorization. Are you family?""No," I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. "But... but I need to see him. Please."Before the nurse could respond, a fam
Last Updated : 2025-02-2143. The Strength of Our Connection
My Godfather is my Soulmate/Sommy Nuela
Alexa's POVMy father's question hung in the air, a heavy weight pressing down on me. How could I explain the tangled web of lies, the hidden relationship, the guilt that gnawed at my soul?I opened my mouth to speak, but the words wouldn't come. My throat constricted, tears blurring my vision. I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me, the weight of the situation threatening to crush me.My father's expression softened, his eyes filled with concern. "Alexa," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle, "tell me what is going on?"I shook my head, unable to speak, unable to meet his gaze. I felt his hand on my shoulder, a reassuring touch that only intensified my guilt."Come on," he said, his voice firm but kind. "Let's go somewhere we can talk."He led me to a quiet corner of the lobby, away from the prying eyes and hushed whispers. I sank onto a chair, my body trembling, my mind racing."Now," my father said, sitting beside me, "tell me what's going on. Why are you here? Why were you argu
Last Updated : 2025-02-2544. Unspoken Apology
My Godfather is my Soulmate/Sommy Nuela
Don Antonio's POV The silence after Alexa left gnawed at me. The image of her retreating figure, the echo of her unspoken apology, ignited a firestorm of emotions within me.Betrayal. Disappointment. Anger.How dare she? How dare she come here, after everything, after her lies and her deception, and expect forgiveness? How dare she look at me with those pleading eyes, as if she were the victim?My chest tightened, a familiar pressure building, but this time, it wasn't the lingering effects of the heart attack. It was a raw, unadulterated fury that threatened to consume me.My gaze fell upon the tangle of tubes and wires connected to my body, the lifelines that bound me to this sterile prison. They were a symbol of my weakness, a reminder of my vulnerability. And I hated them.With a surge of adrenaline, I ripped the tubes away, the sharp sting of the needles tearing from my skin barely registering. The heart monitor erupted in a frantic alarm, the shrill sound echoing through the roo
Last Updated : 2025-02-25
