Chapter 39-Lydia
Isabella's POV “No…please don’t…” Massimo groaned, his voice rough and broken in the darkness of his room. He was struggling in the sheets, body twisting like he was fighting something invisible. His breathing came fast and shallow, like something heavy was sitting on his chest, crushing him. For a second, I just stood there frozen in the doorway, silk robe slipping off one shoulder. This was Massimo De Luca—the cold, powerful Don who controlled everything around him. Seeing him like this, so vulnerable, felt wrong. Like I had walked into a part of him he never wanted anyone to see. “Massimo,” I whispered, stepping closer. “Please don’t…” he said again, hands squeezing the sheets so tight his knuckles turned white. His head moved side to side, sweat shining on his forehead and chest. “
- Writer
