Chapter 63 A Doting Father

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"Ma'am. Mr. Valentino was last seen with the interior designer, Mia Peterson, and he hasn't returned home yet, the informant reported to Vanessa, causing her to grit her teeth in frustration. "You should have kept an eye on him. Find out where he is," Vanessa ordered sharply. "Ma'am, you're going to get me killed. I barely avoided being caught by Mr. Valentino's bodyguard. Sorry, but I can't do this for you anymore," the informant replied before abruptly disconnecting the call. He valued his life far more than money. After realizing he was crossing paths with the most dangerous marrin the world, he decided to drop the job immediately. "That fucking bitch!" Vanessa bellowed, clenching her phone tightly in her hand. "What does she think of herself? Just because she resembles Alessandro's late wife, she thinks she can win him over? No. I am his first love, and I will make him love me again," she vowell, a sinister smile curling across her face. The next morning. Alessandro stirred, groaning and squinting as the sunlight fell on his face, disturbing his sleep. Suddenly, his senses were enveloped by a sweet, familiar scent, and the sensation of a soft, small body pressed against his hard chest brought him back to reality. His head lowered to gaze at the beautiful woman in his arms, and his breath caught in his throat, mesmerized by the sight of the love of his life. His morning couldn't be more perfect than this. Alessandro couldn't help but stare at her lovingly for a few minutes. Mia whimpered softly in her sleep, pressing her face closer to his chest. They were both still naked, their legs entangled, a vivid reminder of their passionate night. If this was the reward for one challenge, he would make sure to win every single one, just to have her in his arms every night. He vowed silently in his heart. He slowly brushed the soft, silky blonde hair away from her doll-like face and noticed the red purplish marks in three places on her neck, another one was under her jawline and two were also on her shoulder blade. Fuck! He was unable to get enough of the sight of his love bites on Mia's flawless skin. He felt like an alpha. claiming his territory. Perhaps she didn't know it or didn't want to admit it, but she was his-only his-and he was determined to make the whole world know it this time. A sharp pang arose in his heart as he realized what a fool he had been for years, not cherishing these beautiful mornings while he had every opportunity to gaze at her like this uninterrupted. He had wasted so many beautiful mornings being extremely drunk from the previous night missing out on these precious moments with the only woman who made his heart feel alive. He was so self-absorbed that he didn't understand what he was losing until the day she left him. His heart filled with pain and anger at himself. Sometimes he thought he deserved this pain and suffering. but finding love again and seeing there was still a chance to live with her made him greedy enough to fight for the woman he had loved his entire life. Suddenly his rhona herran vibrating and he mick bhed it from the bedside table. It was his right. hand man, Lucas. Pressing a tender kiss on Mia's forehend, he slowly untangled himself from her embrace, though every fiber of his being wanted to stay in bed holding her all day. He carefully switched off her alarm, put on his clothes from the night before, and silently slid out of the room to talk to Lucas so he wouldn't disturb Mia's sleep. With one last look at Mia, he silently left the room, closing the door behind him as he stepped into the corridor. As soon as he was in the hallway, Alessandro answered the call. "What is it?" he snapped, his voice a sharp contrast to the tenderness he'd just shown. "Boss, the arms consignment has arrived, and Mr. Johnson wants you to personally collect it," Lucas informed him, his tone professional but laced with urgency. Alessandro rubbed his forehead, feeling the weight of responsibility pressing down on him. He let out a sigh, his patience wearing thin. "Tell him I'm busy and can't come. If he wants to do business with us, he has to follow my rules," Alessandro dictated, his voice cold and resolute. Lucas hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "But Boss, if we cancel this, we'll be short on arms. We lost a significant amount in the last gang war." Alessandro's expression hardened, his jaw clenching. "I don't care, Lucas. I am Alessandro Valentino. Those dealers don't dictate terms to me. It's either my way or no way," he declared, his voice like steel and without waiting for a response, Alessandro ended the call. In the mafia world, Alessandro Valentino was the king who ruled not just with power, but with unwavering conviction. There was a time when he did everything for power and money, driven by ambition and a hunger for control. But now, he wanted to live for his love, and he was ready to sacrifice everything for Mia. The ruthless mafia king was willing to put even his empire on the line, all for the chance to be with the woman he loved. Alessandro glanced at the wall clock hanging in the room and realized it was almost time for the children to go to school. Alessandro walked down the hall to the kids' room, pushing the door open gently. His heart warmed at the sight of the little angels sleeping so peacefully. He slid the curtain aside, allowing the morning sunlight to stream into the room, casting a warm glow over the sleeping faces of Gia and Maximo. He stood there for a moment, quietly absorbing the tranquil sight of those adorable children. "Wake up, sleepyheads," he whispered, gently shaking them awake. Gia stirred first, her eyes fluttering open from the upper bunk of the bunk bed, Tollowed by Maximo, who stretched and yawned in the lower bunk. "Good morning," Alessandro smiled warmly. "Time to get ready for kindergarten." Gia reached out with sleepy hands, indicating she wanted to be picked up. Alessandro smiled back and carefully lifted her into his arms, gently setting her down from the top bunk. As he gently set Gia on her feet, she refused to let go of him, tightening her hold on Alessandro's neck. "Daddy, I want to sleep more," she pouted, still keeping her eyes closed. "But, princess, you'll be late." Alessandro chuckled, kissing the top of her head. Gia groaned, shaking her head. His stubborn princess! He thought adoringly in his heart. "Where's Mom?" Maximo asked as he threw off his covers and climbed out of bed. "Let Mom sleep. We shouldn't disturb her. She was very tired yesterday," Alessandro reasoned as he took Gia to the bathroom and helped her brush her teeth. Gia was delighted by the princess treatment she was receiving from her handsome dad. In her heart, she wished so badly that this handsome man could be her biological dad. After Gia finished brushing her teeth, Alessandro instructed her to wash her face while he asked Maximo to show him where their clothes for the day were. "Mom used to set out clothes for the whole week, so we don't waste time in the morning. Maximo informed Alessandro, pointing to the cupboard. Admiring that wonderful woman in his heart for her thoughtfulness, Alessandro walked over to the cupboard and retrieved the clothes for the day. "Alright Maximo, you go and freshen up while I help Gin get ready. Then I'll assist you with your clothes," Alessandro instructed, but just then there was a knock on the door and Emily entered. "Gia and Maximo, wake... her words died in her throat as she saw the mafia king helping the kids get ready. "Umm... Good morning. Mr. Valentino. What are you doing here?" Emily asked. surprised. "Good morning, Ms. Yang. As you can see, I'm helping the kids get ready for school. They're running late, aren't they?!" Alessandro's cold eyes narrowed at Emily as he replied curtly. But he swiftly turned his attention to Gia, who had just come out of the bathroom. Alessandro handed her clothes and asked her to put them on, telling her to let him know if she needed help. Nodding obediently, Gia took the clothes and pulled the curtain of the walk-in closet to change. "Thank you for your help. I'll get the children ready." Emily murmured hesitantly. "Why will you help my children when I am here?" Alessandro replied frowning, causing Emily's jaw to drop in shock, almost touching the floor.

Chapter 63 A Doting Father

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