WOLFGANG P.O.V.I drive up the driveway toward the cabin, accompanied by Klaus, a mixture of emotions and thoughts racing through my mind. I feel pathetic about the way I reacted when Chiara dropped the glass on the floor. It's been a long time since I felt so worried about someone, and it baffles me.I vividly remember that moment when I got out of the shower—hair dripping with water—when I heard the sound of glass breaking. The alarm went off inside me and without even drying myself, I grabbed the towel and ran to make sure Chiara was safe. The image of her, frightened and fragile, struck me in the heart.I grip the steering wheel hard, remembering how I nearly exploded with rage when Chiara confessed that Manfrid had touched her without her consent. Anger builds up inside me as we approach the cabin. The cabin, that place we call that, is actually an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. It's our place to get rid of problems, like Manfrid.Karl, my best executor, awaits
CHIARA P.O.V.I look at the wide terrain, covered by a roof that is supported by robust wooden columns. I am in Bruno's beautiful garden, surrounded by vibrant fruits and vegetables. The orchard is 130 square meters in size, with neat rows of vegetable and fruit trees stretching as far as the eye can see. Magda asked me and Katharina to go to the garden to pick the vegetables before they rot, especially the tomatoes, Magda uses tomatoes a lot when she prepares food, she is a complete Italian.I look at Katharina, she is concentrating on picking oranges from the trees outside the roof. It is still difficult for us to communicate naturally because of the language barrier, but she is a very kind girl. I wonder if she and the other people who work here know that Wolfgang is a mobster. However, I wouldn't blame these people for not knowing who their boss really is. After all, it's funny how this place looks like a charming country house, and it still amazes me that Wolfgang has his own vin
WOLFGAGN P.O.V. I called Bruno and asked for the contact of a horse breeder, I needed to find a purebred specimen because I was not going to accept less than that. That was how I came across Mr. Edel, and despite my usual dislike of animals, I ended up buying that damned horse for a considerable sum of money. I never thought I would spend so much on a simple animal, I have always hated them for as long as I can remember. But this time, the tears of happiness that I saw in Chiara's eyes were worth every penny invested. It's amazing how that woman's smile can have such a powerful effect on my state of mind, even when I received the news of the death of Gio, the man we infiltrated among Aldo's people. “You have to build a stable for the horse, and its nutrition is important, it's a purebred Arabian horse, Wolfgang, it's extremely important that—. Wolfgang, are you listening to me? I look at Edel. "Yes, of course. You continue with what you were saying." Edel begins to tell me about t
CHIARA P.O.V. I wake up in my new room, still feeling a bit disoriented after the night before, when I was finally able to leave Wolfgang's room. I look around and smile a little at the calm and welcoming atmosphere that surrounds me. My new room is decorated in shades of sky blue and white, creating a serene and peaceful atmosphere. The furniture is simple but elegant, and every detail has been carefully selected to create a space just for me, Magda took care of that. She gave specific orders to the people who spent the entire weekend fixing this room for me. I am grateful to have this personal space, but I also have to face the reality that the nightmares have returned. Before, when I slept in Wolfgang's room, the nightmares seemed to fade away. But now, I am alone in this huge room, and the images of all the people who have hurt me invade my dreams. However, there is something that puzzles me. In my nightmares, Wolfgang is not among those bad people. On the contrary, he saves me
WOLFGAGN P.O.V.Bruno suddenly walks into the office and reminds me of the conversation we had at breakfast about heading to the vineyard. I know that there is a lot of work ahead in the vineyard now that Bruno has returned from his trip and we do not have a production manager. These days I have done my best to take care of the situation in the vineyard in Bruno's absence, but if I have to admit something, it is that Bruno is better than me on that subject. I nodded, confirming to Bruno that I will take him to the vineyard as we agreed at breakfast.All morning, as we work in the vineyard, my mind keeps going back to Renzo. The thought that he never died fills me with a mix of feelings: anger, disappointment, and confusion. How could I have been so blatantly deceived by Aldo Bianchi? What is he hiding by keeping a secret that his son is alive? Questions pile up in my head.As I think of Renzo and Aldo, my mind inevitably turns to Chiara as well. What is her role in this whole game? If
CHIARA P.O.V.While we are in the garden of the house, watering the plants, I feel the cool breeze caressing my face and I watch Bruno who is planting pumpkin seeds. The last few days I have felt closer and closer to Bruno, it has not been difficult. He is a funny and calm man, with whom it is easy to feel comfortable. Through our sign language, we have established a special connection, a complicity that comforts me. He reminds me of my father, every day since he arrived, he has invited me to the orchard and it is one of my favorite moments of the day, when I don't have to talk to anyone because Bruno doesn't force a conversation.However, my gaze drifts to Katharina, who is engaged in an animated conversation with Constanz, Bruno's niece. I can't help but feel some discomfort in her presence. Although Constanz has tried to get closer to me, I feel that her interest is not genuine, but rather a mere professional curiosity. I trust Magda more than anyone, and I know that when she tells
CHIARA P.O.V.As I nuzzle Wolf's neck, I watch as Wolfgang's hired crew painstakingly build my horse's stable. Two days ago they started the construction, and they have been very fast, they will probably finish the stable today.My mind is filled with thoughts of Wolfgang's interrogation of my cousin. I am still shocked by the revelation that my cousin Renzo is still alive. I have so many unknowns that I desperately want to solve. I wish I could talk to him again, know what his life has been like all these years. But at the same time, I feel a deep pain as I realize that he has deliberately cut me out of his life. Is it possible that my father also knew that Renzo was still alive and will hide it from me? This uncertainty makes me question if my life has been a carefully constructed lie. However, I have decided to believe my father and think that he must have had a valid reason for lying to me, if he really did. After all, the dead cannot defend themselves.My thoughts then turn to Wo
CHIARA P.O.V.I pace back and forth in my room, feeling the adrenaline flowing through my veins like physiological saline. The nerves of being discovered by Wolfgang consume me. Although I once ran away from home as a teenager, the fear I feel now of being found out by him is much greater than I felt in front of my father then. It's ridiculous, I remember that before I was Aldo's captive niece, I used to go out with my college friends to clubs, and I never felt remorse for having fun.Would it really be worth it to anger Wolfgang and risk having me locked up as punishment? -I ask my self-. I sigh deeply and try to remember that Wolfgang promised me that he wouldn't lock me up again. I have a hard time understanding why I feel so afraid when he has repeatedly assured me that he would not lock me up or harm me. Then I also don't understand why that fear sometimes turns into angry butterflies betraying me in my stomach when he gets too close to me.I stop in the middle of my room and loo