Second Chance With My Baby Daddy

Chapte 4: A whole new setting

Lillian's Pov

Darkness swallowed me whole. I felt like I was drifting, lost in the cold abyss of my own mind, echoes of Callum’s name bouncing inside my skull. He was gone. Gone.

Then… A sharp gasp tore through my throat as I jolted awake.

White walls. Bright lights. The steady beeping of a monitor.

I blinked rapidly, my vision blurring before settling on a familiar face.

Silas.

He sat in the chair beside my hospital bed, his suit rumpled, eyes dark with exhaustion. Relief flickered across his features when I met his gaze.

“You’re awake.” His voice was rough. “Took you long enough.”

I struggled to sit up, my limbs weak. “Callum… where…”

“Right here, Mama.”

I sucked in a breath.

Callum stood at the foot of the bed, wide brown eyes filled with worry. He was unharmed. Safe.

Tears burned my throat as I reached for him, pulling him into a tight embrace. His small arms wrapped around me, grounding me, reminding me that he was real.

I buried my face in his hair. “I thought

.. I thought I lost you.”

He pulled back, frowning. “Aunt Beatrice fell. She hit her head. I went to find someone, but when I came back, you were on the floor, not waking up.”

My breath shuddered.

Beatrice had fallen. There was no k********g, or someone stealing my son away.

Just an accident.

But the fear still clung to me like a second skin.

Silas sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “The doctor said you collapsed from stress and exhaustion. You need to rest.”

I nodded numbly, still clutching Callum’s small hand.

Silas leaned in, voice dropping. “We’re leaving. Now. The wedding is tomorrow, and I don’t want you in this hospital a second longer.”

I swallowed hard. Tomorrow is Silas’s wedding to Aelita, to Vlad’s daughter.

Everything inside me screamed that this was a mistake. But Silas had made his choice, and for now, there's nothing I could do about it.

So I let him take me home.

The Genovese estate loomed in front of me. Callum ran ahead, excitement in his little steps, as Beatrice, now with a bandaged head but insisting she was fine hurried after him.

I took a deep breath before stepping inside.

The moment my heels clicked against the floor, I felt a familiar presence. A ghost from my past.

And then….

I saw Matteo.

He stood at the bottom of the grand staircase, broad and imposing, his dark gaze locking onto mine the instant I entered.

Everything else faded..Silas, Callum, the wedding.

It was just him and me.

Five years. Five long years.

And he still looked the same, just added little features.

Silence stretched between us, a heavy dead silence..

I swallowed hard, forcing my voice to work. “Matteo.”

His name felt foreign on my tongue.

He tilted his head,“Lilianna.”

His voice was deeper than before.

I hated that it still sent a shiver down my spine.

He walked closer. Too close.

My breath hitched.

He wasn’t supposed to affect me. Not anymore.

But when he reached out, brushing his fingers against my arm, I felt everything.

Memories flooded in, his hands on my body, his lips against mine, the way he used to whisper my name.

I stepped back, my heart hammering. “What are you doing here?”

His lips curved slightly. “You really thought I wouldn’t come to your brother’s wedding?”

I clenched my jaw. “You’ve been gone for years.”

His smirk vanished. “So have you.”

I hated how my body reacted to him, how my skin burned where he had touched me.

He leaned in, voice dropping.

“You still run from me, Lili?”

I swallowed hard, my pulse racing. “I don’t run.”

“Then why are your hands shaking?”

I looked down. Damn him.

Before I could respond, Silas appeared, breaking the tension. “Matteo, let’s talk.”

Matteo’s gaze lingered on me for a moment longer before he turned away.

And I exhaled the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

AT NIGHT

I should have gone to my room. Should have locked the door and go to bed.

But instead, I found myself in the library later that night, fingers ghosting over the bookshelves, mind restless.

And then Matteo walked in.

Shirt unbuttoned. A whiskey glass in hand.

My heart slammed against my ribs.

He watched me, with a dark gaze.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he murmured.

I lifted my chin. “What do you want, Matteo?”

A slow smirk curved his lips. “You.”

My breath hitched.

He stalked toward me.

I stepped back until my back hit the bookshelf. Nowhere to run.

His fingers trailed down my arm, igniting a fire in their wake.

“You still pretend you don’t want this,” he whispered, lips inches from mine. “But I know better.”

I hated him for being right.

Before I could reply.

He kissed me and I let him.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet.

It was raw.

Five years of pain. Five years of longing.

I fisted his shirt, pulling him closer, melting into him as his hands gripped my waist, possessive and desperate.

I should stop, I should have pushed him away.

But when he lifted me onto the bookshelf, spreading my thighs, I forgot everything.

There was only this, only him.

And I was drowning in it.

**

I slipped out before dawn, my body sore, my lips swollen, my mind a mess.

I should have never let that happen.

But I knew one thing for sure..

Tomorrow was going to be hell.

Because Matteo wasn’t just back, he knew I was around and he won't let me go so easily.

But I never for once imagined that I would let him touch me, let alone have his way with me just like he did 5 years ago.

Am so stupid, Very very stupid ….. gosh he can't know that he's Callum's father. No.. Never.

Who is my father? Callum 's voice echoed from the bathroom door.

I didn't know I was speaking out loud, I thought… I thou…haaaa I was talking in my head….