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Chapter 27

Domenico's POV

Being with Olivia always feels like I'm exactly where I'm meant to be. When I'm around her, the weight of running a mafia fade into the background—even though I try to shield her from most of it. She grounds me in a way no one else does, and that only deepens my instinct to protect her.

The other night, I felt an overwhelming urge to lash out at her stepmother. As I entered the corridor, I overheard the way they were speaking to Olivia—their harsh, screeching tones echoing all the way to the entrance.

It took every ounce of restraint to keep my composure. I had to remind myself that we had bigger battles to fight with them, and losing control now wouldn't help.

I love Olivia deeply—more than I've ever loved any woman, aside from my mother. I've been with many women before her, but knowing I was her first makes me feel truly honored. I'll never take her or what she means to me for granted.

A man can often tell when a woman lacks self-respect, and Isabella is a clear example of that. Now she's trying to find her way back into my life—but that door is closed for good.

I haven't told Olivia about all the calls and messages Isabella's been sending me. At first, I didn't think it was anything to worry about—but now she's upsetting Olivia, and I'm not okay with that.

Isabella's been inviting me to events, asking me to accompany her, and I've turned her down every time. I haven't told her I'm married—mostly because she never gives me a chance to speak when I do answer—but I did make it clear that I'm in a committed relationship and asked her not to contact me again.

I have no idea why she's suddenly resurfacing after all these years. I always knew she could be difficult, but I never expected her to try and stir things up by upsetting my wife with such nonsense.

I have absolutely no interest in Isabella, and when I get back home, I need to set firm boundaries with her—not for her sake, but for Olivia's peace of mind. I know that call earlier affected Olivia, even though she tried to hide it. I can't let this linger any longer; I need to tell her everything, and now feels like the right time.

I've got some business to take care of in Italy, so we'll be staying there for about a week or until everything's sorted. I just hope the women I used to be involved with don't stir up trouble. Many of them are connected to the Mafia world, and the chances of running into them are high.

Looking back, I regret how reckless I was. I was careless with my choices, and now I'm facing the consequences.

I'll admit, I haven't always been an angel when it came to women. Back then, many were drawn to the idea of being seen with the Capo of the Italian Mafia—it gave them status, respect, and access to wealth. For me, it was about physical gratification.

But things are different now, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Since the moment I decided Olivia was the one, I haven't been with anyone else. She's my last, and I'm committed to her completely.

I know Olivia's out on the balcony, sulking quietly—it's her favorite spot in this little house, more than any other place. Right now, I'm just trying to wrap up approvals and clear a few things off my plate before I join her and explain the situation with Isabella, the walking disaster.

I know I promised to put work aside, but urgent matters keep popping up. Still, I need to make time for Olivia—especially now.

Today, I'm taking Olivia to explore Greece and show her just how deeply I love her. We've got a full day of sightseeing ahead, so I wrapped up my tasks and made a few quick calls.

About fifteen minutes later, I was done. I walked out to the balcony and sat beside her at the small round table.

"Can we talk?" I asked gently, as she sipped her coffee, lost in thought.