Chapter 135: Chapter 135

Deangelo.

I gazed out of the window, my mind in turmoil. The realization of my feelings for Elena had hit me like a tidal wave. How could this be happening? How could I find myself falling in love with someone I barely knew? And to complicate matters further, she was my children's nanny. It was a tangled mess of emotions and uncertainties.

Amidst the confusion, one thing became painfully clear to me. I couldn't go through with marrying Sofia. It was like a truth that had been buried deep within me, waiting for the right moment to surface. The connection I felt with Elena, even in the short time we had spent together, felt real and genuine. It was the first time in a long while that something had felt right.

As I contemplated my feelings, memories of Elena flooded my thoughts. Her captivating smile, the way she cared for my children with such tenderness, and the kindness she showed me when I was at my lowest point. There was an undeniable chemistry between us that couldn't be ignored.

I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples as I tried to make sense of it all. The truth was, my heart had already made its choice. It had chosen Elena. Now, the question was, what would I do about it?

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts, and Sofia entered the room with a smile on her face. She was busy planning the wedding, unaware of the internal struggle I was facing. How could I break her heart? How could I explain that my feelings had changed?

Sofia approached me eagerly, her eyes filled with excitement about the wedding preparations. She started discussing the details, but my mind was elsewhere. I struggled to find the right words, to tell her the truth about how I felt. But the fear of hurting her held me back.

Inwardly, I sighed, realizing that I couldn't continue down this path of deceit and compromise. I owed it to Sofia, and more importantly, I owed it to myself, to be honest. The longer I waited, the harder it would be for both of us.

Summoning my courage, I took a deep breath and prepared myself for one of the most difficult conversations of my life. I needed to tell Sofia that I no longer wanted to marry her, that our relationship had reached its end. The weight of my decision pressed down on me, but I knew I couldn't ignore the truth any longer.

"Sofia," I started, trying to keep my voice as gentle as possible, "we need to talk about something important."

She looked at me, curiosity and anticipation in her eyes. She had no idea what was coming, expecting good news or a pleasant surprise. Little did she know that the truth would shatter her expectations.

"I... I don't think we should go through with the wedding," I finally managed to say, my words hanging heavy in the air.

At first, Sofia couldn't believe what she was hearing. She thought it was some kind of sick joke, an expensive prank meant to test her. But as the reality sank in, shock turned into anger and desperation.

"What? Are you serious? How could you do this to me?" Sofia's voice rose, filled with anguish and confusion.

I tried to approach Sofia, hoping to calm her down and explain myself, but her emotions were spiraling out of control. She started throwing things at me, demanding answers. She wanted to know why I was leaving her like this. "It's not because of someone else, Sofia," I said, filled with regret. "Our relationship has changed, and I can't go through with the wedding."

But Sofia's state of hysteria didn't leave any room for reason or logic. She insisted on getting an explanation and questioned if it was because of Elena. The pain in her eyes cut through me, but I couldn't bring myself to confirm her suspicions, even though my face likely gave it away. Her tears started flowing, and heartbroken sobs filled the room. In that moment, guilt washed over me. How did it come to this? I never wanted to hurt her, yet here we were, both broken and shattered.

I reached out to offer comfort, but she pushed me away, rejecting any solace I had to offer. I realized that nothing I could say or do would ease her pain. It was a wound that would take time to heal.

Leaving Sofia to her grief, I stepped out of the room, only to be met with the confused expressions of the staff members who had heard the commotion. Their eyes pleaded for an explanation, and I knew I couldn't keep them in the dark. "The wedding is off," I declared, my voice heavy with defeat. "I'm sorry for any inconvenience caused."

Seeing their bewildered faces, I couldn't help but feel the weight of the situation. I must have looked like a mess, a broken man who had shattered the dreams of the woman he was supposed to marry. Regret gnawed at me, and I longed to undo the pain I had caused. But it was done. The decision was made, and there was no turning back. I walked away, the sound of Sofia's cries echoing in my ears. A mix of sadness, guilt, and relief washed over me as I realized the magnitude of the situation.

Elena.

My mind was in chaos, torn between the fear of my father's anger and the deep concern for Deangelo's safety. It was a constant battle, pulling me in opposite directions. The weight of the situation pressed down on me, clouding my thoughts and making it hard to think straight.

I paced restlessly throughout the house, desperately searching for any sign of Deangelo. My heart raced, and my palms grew sweaty with anxiety. I had to find him, make sure he was okay. But he seemed to have vanished. Panic surged through me as I realized he had left the house.

Frantically, I approached Camila, hoping she could provide some information to calm my fears. "Camila, have you seen Deangelo? Do you know where he went?" I asked, my voice trembling with worry.

Camila looked at me with concern, sensing the urgency in my tone. "I saw him leave earlier," she replied softly. "I think he went to take care of some important matters."

My heart skipped a beat. I knew exactly where he had gone. It was the same place that had been haunting my thoughts, the location Bruno had demanded I bring him to. Fear and determination intertwined within me as I realized the gravity of the situation. Without wasting a second, I reached for my phone, intending to call Deangelo and warn him. But my efforts were in vain. He had left his phone behind, a cruel twist of fate that left me feeling helpless and trapped.

Desperation gripped me, threatening to tip me over the edge of sanity. I had to find Deangelo. There was no other choice. Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I made a firm decision. I would go after him, face my father's anger head-on, and protect the man I deeply cared for.

Doubts and fears crept into my mind, questioning the choices I was making and the risks I was willing to take. But the thought of Deangelo's vulnerability, the danger he could be in if I didn't act, propelled me forward.

Amidst the chaos, I caught snippets of gossip from Camila about the heated argument between Deangelo and Sofia, and how their wedding was now called off. It was a whirlwind of information crashing into me, but I couldn't afford to dwell on it. There were more urgent matters at hand.

Sofia approached me, her eyes filled with anger, ready to confront me about the situation. However, I couldn't allow myself to get sidetracked by her personal drama. I brushed her off, my mind entirely focused on one thing: reaching Alessandro. I knew the danger that awaited Deangelo, and I had to warn his father before it was too late.

Hurrying my steps, I made my way to where Alessandro was, my heart pounding in my chest. I braced myself for his fury, well aware of the risks involved in revealing the truth. But I had no other option. I had to make him understand the imminent danger Deangelo was walking into.

As I approached Alessandro, I could see suspicion in his eyes, mixed with anger and disbelief. He doubted my intentions, questioning my motives. But I couldn't allow myself to back down. I had to convince him that I held crucial information that could save his son's life.

"Sir, please, you have to listen to me. I have something important to tell you," I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the fear that coursed through me. "Deangelo is about to walk into a trap. You have to believe me."

Alessandro's expression hardened, and he prepared to attack me. But I had one last card I needed to just let out. With a deep breath, I revealed my affiliation with the Amato pack, the one thing that could give my words weight. Alessandro's eyes widened in surprise and realization.

"You're a member of the Amato pack?" he questioned, his voice laced with both shock and anger.

I nodded, keeping my gaze steady. "Yes. And I know where Deangelo is heading. But you need me alive if you want to save him."

Alessandro's eyes flickered with a mixture of fury and desperation. He understood the gravity of the situation, the need to put aside his personal vendetta for the sake of his son's life. Reluctantly, he gave his word, promising my death once everything was over.

In an instant, Alessandro sprang into action, mobilizing his men, calling Luca for assistance. Time was of the essence, and he didn't waste a second. I followed closely behind, guiding them to the location where Deangelo was walking into the trap set by my father. As we hurried, Alessandro's mind must have been filled with countless thoughts and emotions. But we couldn't afford to dwell on those thoughts. We had a mission to accomplish.

He grabbed his keys, determination etched on his face. Setting the destination for the address I had given him, he took off, the engine roaring as we raced against time. The road stretched out before us, but it was our shared purpose that kept us focused, our love serving as a guiding light through the darkness that threatened to consume us all.