Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165: I Can’t Give Up

Bianca looked down at her hands, her fingers slowly curling together as determination replaced the earlier shock. "I can’t give up, Julian."

She didn’t want him.

Not even after everything.

And yet... as he watched her standing there, stubborn and beautiful and impossibly loyal to the wrong man, the feeling inside him refused to die.

If anything, it only burned hotter.

"You would rather love a man who doesn’t give two shits about you," he said.

"He wasn’t given the opportunity to know me either," she replied firmly. "He was always travelling from country to country to get trained and then he took over New York. There was basically no time at all for him to know me even after we got married."

There it was again—that unwavering defense of Luca.

"That was by his own design," Julian said quietly. "Bianca..."

She shook her head immediately, cutting him off before he could finish. "No... no... Julian. You cannot do this again. You cannot kiss me again. Don will handle the girl and my husband will be mine."

Julian laughed. "Father?" he said, shaking his head slightly against the pillow. "Trust me, if Luca wants this Scalese woman that badly, father will hand her over to him on a silver platter."

Bianca’s brows pulled together in confusion.

Julian watched the reaction with a tired sort of amusement. It always amazed him how people could live so close to power and still miss the simplest truths behind it. "Everything he does," Julian continued, "even when it doesn’t look like it is for Luca’s happiness... it is. Luca is the son he always recognised," he added quietly. "The son he wanted. Because his mother was the one he always wanted," Julian finished.

Bianca stared at him, trying to follow the thread of what he was saying.

"Do you see where I am going with this?" Julian asked.

For as long as he could remember, Luca had been the center of everything.

Julian had learned to live in the shadow of that long ago.

But Bianca?

Bianca still believed she could step into Luca’s life and become the center of it.

Julian almost envied that kind of hope.

"You think you can win him back," Julian said quietly after a moment. "You think this is just some... temporary distraction."

Bianca’s chin lifted slightly. "I know it is. I will get my husband back, period. I hope you feel better, Julian." Then she turned and walked out of the room. She had barely taken a few steps when she saw the small, familiar figure coming down the corridor. "Nonni..." she called gently.

The older woman stopped. "Yes, Mrs Genovese."

"Please, call me Bianca."

Nonnina raised a suspicious brow.

Bianca let out a small breath, almost embarrassed. "I know... I know," she said quickly. "We got off on the wrong foot. I am sorry. I was blinded by rage and jealousy and I took it out on you. It just hurt me that you are on another woman’s side instead of mine."

"I am on Luca’s side."

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