ara discovered she was pregnant, her world was turned upside down. Her father, Vincent Moretti, was furious when he found out.

ch was true. She had no intention of revealing Rowan's identity, not just

lation of digital records, talents that had often come in handy for the Moretti family. Amara begged him to erase any trace of her presence at the

y digital trail that could lead back to Amara. When Vincent Moretti conducted his own investigation, he found nothing. There was no evidence to tie Rowan Falcone to Am

e kept the secret of Vaughn's paternity locked away, knowing that revealing it could spark a war between the Moretti and Falcone f

older, Amara couldn't ignore the resemblance he bore to his father. His striking features, sharp intelligen

fate is bringing Rowan and

ity between their families, she knew that they could ill afford to let personal vendettas cloud their judgment. Salvator

her mind whispered doubts and uncertainties. Could she truly trust the Rossis to honor their agree

n't afford to rush into this blindly," he cautioned, his tone grave. "We'

oordinate with our contacts to gather intel on the Falcone estate," he offered, his voice bri

incoming call. Glancing at the screen, she saw that i

answered the call, her voice filled wit

the other end of the line. "I was wondering if you'

Sure, I'm free," she replied, a smile tugging at

have to wait and see," she teased. "Me

ement bubbling within her.

ully assessing her reflection as she

d her curves in all the right places, accentuating her slender frame, while the trousers elongated her legs, adding an air of sophistica

pumps, their pointed toes adding a hint of elegance to her look.

the nape of her neck, with a few loose tendrils framing her face. The ponytail added a to

atisfied smile gracing her lips. She felt confident and empowered. Vaughn looked up at her wi

o face her son. "Thankyou baby

up with recognit

l and gently brushing a lock of hair from his forehead. "Sta

his earlier curiosity s

uilt for leaving him but knowing he would be

before running off to find his grandpa. Amara watched him for a

with each step. Stepping through the door, she was greeted by the comforting

r, her excitement palpable. "Hey, Rosie," she greete

arkled with anticipation. "I'

right, spill the tea," she teased. "Who's

ance. "He's just arrived," she said,

oaching their table. A friendly smile graced his face as he dre

ter," Rosie introduced

his easy charm putting her instantly at ease. "Nice to meet y

his gaze sincere. "Likewise, Amara," he re

citement stir within her. His sincerity was palpable, and

me sound better than I am," Amara replied wit

yful wink. "Oh, please! You

ie's praise, but she appreciated the sentiment nonetheless

mara and Rosie with genuine interest. "So, how long have y

r lips. "Since we were kids, practically inseparab

been through it all together," she sa

bond between the two friends. "That's really

a quiet lull, the tranquil atmosphere interrupted only by the occasional passerby. Unbeknownst to them, a luxu

as he made his way towards the bustling café. The soft glow of the streetlights illu

warm ambiance of the café, the comforting a

to take orders. "Excuse me," he said politely, catching the

"Sure thing! What kind of cold coffee would you like?