Novels by Sohneeyah.

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & SEVEN:Carlo's POV:NINE YEARS OLD…“Carlo, pull the trigger!” Papà barked at me, his dark, angry eyes bored into me as my hand trembled as I grabbed the gun tighter.I… I couldn't do it. I couldn't shoot the man tied to a chair—he already looked half dead after papà and his guys were through with him. Papà had made me watch while they tortured him. Pressed a hot knife against his left cheek, just an inch or two from his eyes. They took out all his fingers with a butcher knife, and papà himself had pulled out the man's tongue with pliers, silencing his endless screams.I threw up. Twice. And papà had struck me across the cheek. ‘You're as useless as your mother!’‘No son of mine shall be a weakling!’ ‘I should have killed her long before she conceived you’ Then he paused as if to reconsider his words. ‘No, I should have killed that useless father of hers that had tricked me into marrying that bitch!’Still… it doesn't matter what papà says or how much he hits

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & SIX:Carlo's POV: Yesterday, I saw how much I'd hurt her. And I prayed to every supernatural being that the test comes back negative.Call me selfish. A monster.Heartless.Cold blooded.It was nothing I hadn't heard before but the look of disgust, hurt, and anger I'd seen on her face had broken me. And the fact that it was directed at me… it crushed me…Night came and I didn't even need to sleep to dream about my mother to spiral into self-destructive mode. I didn't need to sleep to hear my father's taunting words… I saw it all happen with my eyes opened as I drowned myself in whiskey and wine. The excess dosage of sleeping meds didn't even knock me out. Or was my body fighting it because it had gotten used to the drug?Still… I had alcohol too. Wasn't alcohol and drugs supposed to make you weak or like harm you? I guess I'm a ‘defect’ like my father had always said. That man never ran out of harsh words for me. And in the last few hours, his voice had been

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & FIVE: Natalia's POV:The urgency in her voice was enough to make me forget everything that had been bothering me. In fact, I was out the door before her and didn't bother to ask what was going on.Was he in danger?Was he being threatened?Wait, Was Alessandro back to chase his quest for revenge?Fuck.My feet moved faster, taking me to….. I didn't even know where we were going. I just wanted to help him.Maybe if I'd been in the right state of mind, I would have realized that I wouldn't have been able to save Carlo if he was in the face of danger. I had no weapons, no combat skills. The only thing I could do was… was… put myself on the line for him. Shield him and take all the pain in his stead…That made my movement come to a screeching halt.I'd die for Carlo? “....Why… why did you stop?” Caterina asked from beside me and I shook my head—maybe to clear it? I don't know.“Where is he?” I finally asked. Something I should have done before racing out of my roo

Natalia's POV: I'd spent an extra hour in Gianpaolo's company and I got to find out more things about him even though he was still being cautious around me. And honestly, I understand. If I felt awkward and nervous, I could only imagine how he was feeling and we didn't exactly get off on the right foot. But after our interaction, I quickly discovered he was rather fun to be around.By the time he'd dropped me off at Carlo's mansion, it was late in the afternoon. Thankfully, I'd only met Caterina in the living room—something tells me she's not herself but she was masking it well. In the whole chaos that had happened, I'd imagined no one spoke to her about Alessandro's well-being. I wondered what might be going on in her head. She'd treated both men like her children…. It must hurt to see that one had tried to harm the other and she probably doesn't know how to deal with it… I know I should probably hate Alessandro but I couldn't find the strength in me to do so. And let's face it, h

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THREE: Natalia's POV: I joined Gianpaolo in the backseat of his car. Sitting as stiffly as possible as if trying to go unnoticed by him when he was literally right there.My stomach dipped as the car began to move, retreating from Carlo's mansion and onto the main road.This… this was really happening.Oh fuck. Oh fuck.Blood rushed to my ears as sweat broke out across my skin despite the car’s air-con being on. Why am I nervous? Breathing felt like a chore.No, this feels like a mini-panic attack!God, Natalia. Could you be any more dramatic? A hand touched my shoulder and I flinched. Hard. “I'm sorry,” Gianpaolo blurted, looking flustered, eyes a little wide. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.” I don't like this. He shouldn't look so guilty, he did nothing wrong. If anything, he'd just calmed me. I cleared my throat. “It's fine. I should be the one apologizing, I freaked out for nothing.” “No, no,” he shook his head. “I'm sure, it wa

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & TWO: Carlo's POV: I had to order my guards to throw Gianpaolo and his men out after he had gotten close to her—Zia stopped it anyway and I let her, somewhere in my anger-fogged brain I realized it didn't look good on me to throw him out…. He left willingly anyway. How could he not? He managed to get something out of his barbaric act. And now, I had nothing but murderous and fearful thoughts in my brain.On one hand, I wanted to gut Gianpaolo out myself and feed his remains to dogs, and on the other, I was worrying over what Natalia thought of me. What news the DNA results might bring…. She was going to hate me if it came back positive.Who am I kidding? I think she does already. I could read her clearly.I wasn't naive, I was sure she'd started to welcome the thoughts that Gianpaolo might be her father. Fuck. If Camilla could think it was possible then so would Natalia. Even Enzo had started seeing the possibility.Mio Dio.I have never felt this confused in