Semua Bab My Godfather is my Soulmate: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Alexa's POVI paced restlessly, my half-hearted attempts to get ready abandoned. My reflection in the mirror was a stranger – pale, drawn, with shadows under my eyes that spoke of sleepless nights and gnawing worry.But I couldn't let it consume me. Not tonight and certainly not completely. Jeremy deserved better. He deserved my attention, my gratitude, a semblance of the warmth he so freely offered. I couldn't allow my father's cryptic message to completely overshadow the evening.I took a deep breath, forcing myself to straighten my shoulders. "What will be, will be," I told myself, a mantra against the rising tide of panic. I couldn't control the future. I couldn't undo the past. All I could do was try to navigate the present with a shred of grace.I decided to start over, to approach the evening with a renewed sense of purpose. I chose a dress, a simple but elegant black number that made me feel a little more confident, a little more put-together. I took my time with my hair and m

Don Antonio's POVThe silence in the villa was no longer a peaceful respite; it was a tense, expectant hush, like the calm before a storm. Isabella's threat hung heavy in the air, a dark cloud casting a shadow over the once-tranquil haven. I knew it was only a matter of time before Donald would know.I paced the length of the living room, my movements restless and agitated. The expansive windows, usually a source of solace, now framed a turbulent sea, mirroring the turmoil within me. The staff moved with hushed efficiency, their eyes darting away from mine, sensing the brewing storm.I tried to prepare myself, to steel my nerves for the inevitable confrontation. I rehearsed what I would say, how I would explain the baffling connection I shared with Alexa. But words seemed scarce, clumsy tools against the force of Donald's likely fury.He was my best friend, my confidant, the brother I never had. We had weathered storms together, built empires together, faced down enemies together. But

Alexa's POVThe conference room buzzed with the low hum of anticipation. Polished mahogany, gleaming chrome, and the panoramic city view through the floor-to-ceiling windows all spoke of power and success. Dad stood at the head of the long table, his presence commanding, his gaze sweeping over the assembled executives.I sat a few seats down, trying to focus on the documents in front of me, but my mind was still reeling from the encounter with Jeremy and the unsettling conversation with Elsie. The weight of my secrets felt like a physical burden, making it difficult to concentrate on the intricacies of corporate strategy.My father launched into his presentation, his voice strong and confident, outlining the next phase of the company's expansion. He spoke of market trends, competitive advantages, and aggressive growth targets. He was in his element, the master strategist, the driving force behind our empire.The executives listened attentively, nodding in agreement, their faces reflec

Alexa’s POV The moment I stepped into my father's office, the atmosphere was thick with a cold, simmering rage that was more terrifying than any shouting. He stood behind his imposing mahogany desk, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge, his eyes blazing with a fury I had rarely witnessed. Elsie came in at some point and stood silently to the side, her expression a strange mix of uncertainty and vindication.Before I could even open my mouth to ask what was wrong, what the urgent matter was, his hand shot out with lightning speed. The resounding crack of his palm against my cheek echoed in the sudden silence of the room.My head snapped to the side, a searing pain erupting across my face. My ears rang, and for a disoriented moment, the opulent office swam before my eyes. I stumbled back, my hand instinctively flying to my burning cheek, my eyes wide with shock and disbelief.Tears welled instantly, blurring my vision. My father had never, ever, laid a hand on me in anger. This wa

Don Antonio’s POV The news hit me like another blow, compounding the anxiety that had been gnawing at me since my source confirmed Donald knew. Isabella, in one of her rare moments of cruel satisfaction, had seen to it that the information reached me swiftly. Alexa had been fired. Terminated, effective immediately.The clinicality of the words sent a fresh wave of panic surging through me. Donald’s anger was clearly far more intense than I had even imagined. To cut Alexa off from her career, from her own standing within his empire, was a brutal and decisive act. It spoke of a complete severing of ties, a public denouncement that chilled me to the bone.My first thought, as always, was for Alexa. How was she coping with this? Was she alone? Was she scared? The image of her facing Donald’s wrath, and now this devastating consequence, filled me with a helpless fury. I should have been there. I should have protected her.My hand trembled as I snatched my phone, Alexa’s number already imp