Chapter 3
At the restaurant, Alessio ordered without looking at the menu: “No basil, light on oil and salt, extra
chili flakes…”
Every preference belonged to Daniela.
Only when the waitress asked, “And for your sister?” did he remember Noemi existed.
“Whatever’s fine,” she said quietly, staring into her water glass.
When their food arrived, Noemi mechanically twirled her linguine until her throat suddenly
constricted.
Looking down, she saw the garnish–pine nuts scattered across the pasta,
She was deathly allergic.
Once, Alessio had memorized every food that could kill her.
He’d personally instructed their chef, even banned nuts from their entire kitchen. Now he’d ordered.
her a dish covered in them.
“Noemi?” Daniela noticed her distress. “Are you okay?”
Alessio finally looked up. Seeing her reddening face, he shot to his feet. “Shit, did you eat nuts?!”
Her airway tightened as her vision blurred.
Through her haze, she watched Alessio lunge toward her–only to freeze when Daniela cried out: “Oh God… the baby… something’s wrong!”
Time stopped.
His eyes darted between them. Then he
the waitress: “Get my sister to the hod Daniela into his arms, barking over his shoulder at
“Miss? Can you hear me?” The waitress’s panicked voice faded as everything went black.
She woke to burning antiseptic and fluorescent lights.
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“You’re awake!” A nurse exhaled while changing her IV. “Thank God that waitress called an ambulance. Anaphylactic shock is no joke.”
Noemi tried to speak but her throat felt like sandpaper.
She couldn’t shake the image of Alessio carrying Daniela away without a backward glance.
During her three–day stay, Noemi battled hives and a swollen throat that made breathing torture. At her worst moment, she overheard nurses outside her door:
“That Moretti heir in VIP–1 is something else. His wife just had some cramping and he’s been sleeping in a chair by her bed.”
“Not like the girl in VIP–2. Severe allergic reaction, and where’s her husband? Probably off with his mistress.”
“Rich men are all the same…”
Noemi pressed her face into the pillow.
They weren’t wrong.
Her husband was very much alive, just playing dead to her..
On discharge day, she spotted Alessio’s Lamborghini SUV in the hospital parking lot. Seconds later, Daniela emerged from the entrance.
The car door flew open.
Alessio rushed to help her, one hand supporting her back, the other cradling her barely–visible bump. “Easy, baby. Watch your step…”
His voice held all the tenderness that once belonged to her.
The SUV roared past, leaving her in a cloud of exhaust, invisible to the man who’d once claimed he’d
die without her.
That evening, Noemi found Alessio at her doorstep with two of his men.
They’d brought designer shopping bags, massive flower arrangements, cases of imported water, and jewelry boxes from Bulgari.
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“Noemi.” He stepped forward. “How are you feeling?”
How ironic.
Ignoring her completely during the day, then playing the caring brother–in–law when no one was watching.
“I’m fine, thank you.”
She moved to unlock her door, but he caught her wrist. “These are for you. To help with your
recovery=”
“I don’t need-”
“Marco!” Daniela burst into the courtyard, mascara streaming down her face.
“Your father knows! Someone told him about the trafficking operation. The whole immigration
scheme!”
Alessio released Noemi instantly, turning
know?”
o his panicked mistress “That exactly does my father
“Everything! The boats, the fake papers, the Swiss accounts-”
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