I couldn't believe that my father had treated me like a child, and even more so that I had fallen into Ima's clutches, which had led me into a bad situation. Honestly, watching my brother and the maids take away my books so I couldn't access them was like a level of Dante's hell that isn't described. Nevertheless, I knew I would never let anyone defeat me. From that day on, I slept with one eye open and would be much more perspicacious than anyone else. I promised myself, and I would see it through to the end, I had to do it no matter what, I needed to do more than just lament. I was being forced to be proactive about everything, to be more careful, so I took a deep breath and focused on my plans for the next few days. I never imagined there could be someone worse than Ima: her mother. Then there was a knock on the door, and I asked who it was. I wasn't in the mood for anyone; the only ones I would receive were the maids and the bodyguards, because it wasn't their fault that their

I woke up in a hospital. The beating wasn't something simple; it left me with a severe rib injury that caused me a lot of pain, as well as respiratory problems because one of the blows caused lung swelling. The world could say whatever it wanted, but I only felt that there was no room for anything, so I just wanted to sleep because even breathing hurt. "You need to rest, take care of your diet and breathing for at least a whole week. Then we'll bring you in for a check-up, and we'll administer suppressor steroids to manage the discomfort and lung swelling," the doctor informed. "Thank you very much for everything," my father replied, and I just closed my eyes. "I have a feeling that when Alessio finds out about this, there will be a big problem," Hiro commented, and my father grumbled at that fact. "I'll go check on Dai. I think they went too far by making them fight, especially when we're so close to the wedding." "I didn't think about that... I didn't believe..." My brother in

"God..." I said and shook my head. "I hope Hiro distracts her...""She's a very understanding girl," my mom explained when she realized she had been imprudent. "The main concern here is how you're doing."With my eyes, I pleaded for help from my father."She has... She has three broken ribs, one of them with a dangerous fracture that could splinter, along with bruises all over her body," he explained, and I saw her go even paler than she already was. "One of her lungs is inflamed, so she'll need steroids as well as painkillers.""My God... they left my baby in a terrible state," she said with pain and approached to stroke my head. "To see your face like this... it's a valid reason to postpone the wedding.""That's not going to happen, it can't happen," my father said, and my mother frowned."Have you seen how she is? She won't even be able to walk properly down the aisle," she commented in pain."I will, I just need to rest, so calm down, because if you get upset, I'll get upset, and

"Tell me everything you were able to assess, both in terms of security and the family tension," I asked Gemma once she returned from her trip. "At least say hello first, right?" she retorted with no humor, then sat down on the couch and sighed before kicking her heels to the side. "The family is a mess. They're careful not to leak anything, to make it seem like they're good, and to confuse everyone about what's happening, but... the problem is that they're very obvious. And sending Amaya's mother... that was the icing on the cake." "That's something I noticed just before coming," I noted. "They were very obvious, especially in front of me. They treated the defamation case like just another joke, but I let it pass to see how my future wife really acted, if there was any part of her that could cause me problems... But she accepted the punishment, one she didn't deserve, and everyone knew it, yet she accepted it without hesitation." "That's what got her that beating that nearly killed

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked, annoyed and terrified by the situation, which was unheard of to me. "I'm making you a promise," he said calmly, and when I least expected it, he took my hand and, with a swift movement, cut it, making me bleed. "In my family, we make deals with blood and burn it as a symbol that it will be carried out." Without thinking too much, he made me walk to the other side of the library, where he lit a damn candle and wrote the agreement, one that was too simple to be true: "I promise to respect my wife's wishes." At first glance, it could be seen as something beautiful, even romantic, but it was an inappropriate behavior that I was doubtful about dealing with completely, to be honest, or to be truly honest. "Please, don't do this... I don't like it..." "But it's something we Milano’s do, something that has existed for generations," he explained seriously. "With our blood, we make and seal our fate, Amaya. Just squeeze it so that a few drops fall on