“At least, now you know you mean something to him” Matteo’s words kept ringing in my head as I started at the diamonds on my bed. But before I knew it, my feet were moving before I could stop them. I bolted from my room, my pulse racing, my chest tightening with emotions I wasn’t sure how to process.I found Dante in the guest room, sitting at the edge of the bed and nursing an almost finished bottle of whiskey. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing his chest, and just then as I stepped into the room his head turned to me with a, his eyes were drunken slits and drinking me up, the usual darkness simmering in his eyes. That gaze—it was always there, always ready to drag me under.Our eyes locked for what felt like an eternity and my heart began to speed up, my emotions stirring in ways I couldn’t control. There was still the familiar tingling between my legs and each passing second that Dante kept his eyes fixed on me, it grew more intense. How did he have so much effect
HELENA’S POV“It’s complicated” I heard him say and contrary to what I might have expected, I felt eerily calm and then I nodded my head and I took a step back from him.“I guess I should go” I whispered but my eyes weren’t meeting his and I preferred it that way because I didn’t think I’d be able to stand the intensity of his gaze.“Helena you just said – ” I knew what he was going to say so I stopped him before he had the chance to complete his statement.“I know what I just said, and it doesn’t matter what I just said. I can’t keep giving myself to you and letting you fuck her through me” the words were out of my mouth before I could stop them and Dante’s eyes widened. Immediately, I turned around to walk out of the room but Dante was on his feet and blocking my path in the next second.His hands cupped my face, pushing stray strands of hair behind my ears. I wondered if he knew the prickly feeling his touch gave me, the overwhelming feeling of warmth spreading through my veins and
MATTEO’S POVThere was a certain tingle to my body when Helena stepped out in her dance clothes, shorts that stopped mid-thigh with a tank-top and her long hair tied up to a messy ponytail, exposing her neck and I felt like a starving vampire writing under the scorching son.“Damn” I was surprised at my own thoughts. My eyes unconsciously drifted down to her legs and she caught me.“Hey, my face is up here” she snapped her fingers in her face and I scrunched my nose, my heart nearly going off“You wish”She rolled her eyes at me, and pushed past me into the car and instantly filling my nose with her vanilla scent as she passed by, filling my stomach with a warm fuzziness that I had never felt before. What was going on with me?After I dropped Helena off, I walked to the coffee shop just opposite her dance studio to up my daily need of caffeine and spin the time while I waited for her. I took a lone seat by the window directly facing where Helena danced and I could see her. I wouldn’t
HELENA’S POVI stared at the invitation on my phone to the masked ball, the same time Vivianna’s excited text trickled in.”WHAT ARE YOU WEARING??” and I’m not exaggerating, her texts was in all caps. The masked ball had always a special occasion in Algreen Cove, like Halloween just that instead of costumes and trick or treating, we had a large ball party or something from the Victorian era and the only requirement to attend was a mask – an artfully crafted mask that provided the essence of the celebration.“I just got the invitation like a second ago” I texted back. I was standing in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water.“So? We plan dresses like a year before”“A year ago, I had no plans to come back to Algreen Cove” I sent back, suddenly realizing how much everything had changed since I came back for Vivianna’s wedding. The text bubbled for a few seconds, then stopped and picked up again just when another text popped in my phone my pulse raced. The suddenness of it sent a small j
GIANNA’S POVThe red carpet stretched out before me in all its dazzle, a glimmering path and all I could see was flashing lights, camera shutters and my eyes filled with the paparazzi screaming my name.“Gianna, over here!”“Giannaa!!”“Gianna, you look stunning! Look over here!”Everyone screamed orders at me from various points and all it did was to spark up my anxiety, giving me the urge to retract and crawl back inside my shell; the same shell that I had fought to escape all my life, and by shell I meant my home town Algreen Cove. A town where crime was active and day time and the people who restored order to it were the drug dealers and mafia men – it was my undoing that I fell hopelessly in love with one of them – Dante D’angelo.I was at the premier of my new movie Another Chance at Love, it was a script that hit a little close to him, romanticizing a future I had imagined where I would be in his hands once again. I placed one hand on my waist and turning slightly to face the p
MATTEO’S POV“Come here, pretty boy” Britney, one of the call girls latched unto me the moment I stepped into Dante’s club. Her fingers curled around my arm, and before I could even process what was happening, she was dragging me deeper into the chaotic heartbeat of the club. The air was immediately thick and it swallowed me, soon enough I was flanked with the mixture of booze, cigarette smoke and loud music. I could feel the buzz roaring in my veins, threatening to engulf me in its heat and I was ready to allow it.It wasn’t my first rodeo with Britney, wild blue eyes and blonde, dressed in the skimpiest clothes that was barely covering anything, and I could feel the slight brush of her nipples on my finger as she leaned in close, her lips tingles against my ears as she whispered something, her breath hot and sticky and I could barely hear anything with the thumping music.Before I knew it, she pushed me into a chair in a shadowy corner, her body pressing against mine, grinding with
HELENA’S POVTHE MASKED BALLIt was a ferocious night, the air felt tight and even with the windows wide open, I fought to breathe as I layered my red lipstick in front of my dress mirror, I stood straight to catch my appearance. I had a chosen a black dress as dark as the midnight sky to capture the essence of the occasion, a corset snagging my waist together and even depriving me of more air to inhale and in a way my lungs felt suffocated but I managed to keep it together. My hands wore dark gloves and beautiful jewelry glistening in the darkness.Then, there was my mask, a cat eye mask that matched my dress and I took it up to wear it on my face when I felt a presence behind me, taking the mask strings from behind me to tie it behind my head. His fingers brushed mine in the process, and I shivered even with the tightness in the room and I wondered if he could see the fat goose bumps already developing on my exposed skin.His hands rested on my shoulder “You look – beautiful” I caug
HELENA’S POVIt was a sweet buttery kiss, his mouth tasted like a mixture of cotton candy and scotch, it was different from the usual hardened whiskey. I was too drunk to care, I thought it was Dante so I allowed myself to lean properly into him, into his hardened torso and strong arms holding unto the curve of my waist. I closed my eyes, the wind blowing through and the scent of moss and old brick stone wafting through the air, just until my eyes fluttered open in the middle of the kiss and my eyes met with one that shone in the darkness in fury.I froze – those were Dante’s eyes.I pulled away from whoever I was kissing, my back almost hitting the open window, the same time Dante charged towards the strange man and grabbing him by the collar and almost flung him on the floor, then he pulled out his mask, one that was an exact replica of Dante’s mask if not the same one – it was Matteo.I gasped, my hands going to cover my mouth when Dante shot me a look, the anger ricocheting off hi
Chapter: The Weight of Leaving“Leave?” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. The word tasted foreign on my tongue. “What do you mean, leave?”Matteo stood in the doorway, his tall frame silhouetted by the dim light filtering in from the living room. His expression was guarded, but I could see the tension in the way his hand repeatedly ran through his hair. “It’s not safe here anymore. Not for us. Not for Ava. The leaks, the attempts on my life… it’s escalating. There’s someone behind it, and I don’t think this is a war I’m ready to take. Not anymore.” He paused, his voice softening. “Especially now that I have people to consider—you and Ava.”The words hung in the air like a weight pressing down on my chest. I gripped the edge of the kitchen counter for support, feeling as though the ground beneath me had shifted. “Matteo, this is our home,” I said, my voice cracking. “It’s Ava’s home. We can’t just—”“We can,” he interrupted, his tone firm but not cruel. His dark eyes locked
HELENA’S POVFEW YEARS LATERIt was more than two years later, and I was still married to Matteo D’angelo, in fact we had a little girl now – Ava D’angelo and she was a splitting image of her father, they had the same piercing look, beautiful clear blue eyes but at least she had my hair.It was almost peaceful these past years, although I spent half of it looking over my shoulder thinking someone was going to sneak up behind me and press a cold hard pistol to my back, of course that never happened, apart from the few hiccups with the cartel and the company which by the way Matteo shielded me from – like I said it was almost peaceful but I could feel it in the air, like a smoke without fire, something was brewing and I could sense it. Matteo seemed more tense than usual, sometimes he went to bed still fully clothed, he mumbled in his sleep which wasn’t unusual but this time was different, he kept saying a name – Venza.The sky was a soft watercolor of blues and whites, with the occasio
Leadership wasn’t something you chose—it was something thrust upon you. After Dante’s death, it became clear who the next king of Algreen Cove was. The whispers had already started during the wedding reception, even as the gunfire echoed and the blood of Dante's last ploy stained the marble floors.Paulo had made his stance clear long ago. “I’m not cut out to lead,” he’d told me. And I believed him. Paulo was loyal, ruthless when necessary, and dependable in the trenches, but he didn’t have the vision or the temperament to run the cartel. That left the mantle of leadership squarely on my shoulders, a weight I had carried before I even realized I was strong enough to bear it.Two days had passed since the wedding. Two days of waking up beside Helena, the woman who had brought light back into my life in ways I hadn’t thought possible. She was mine now—my wife, the mother of the child growing inside her. I had her in my arms every morning, her soft brown eyes meeting mine as sunlight spi
HELENA’S POVA month later, it was my wedding day—a day I once thought I’d never experience again. Yet here I was, standing in the grand chapel with its towering stone walls, ancient wooden pews, and arched ceilings that seemed to stretch toward the heavens. The air was thick with the scent of lilies, and the soft hum of the organ echoed through the sacred space.Despite the joy and the wealth surrounding me, the past weeks had been tense. Every moment felt borrowed, every shadow held the potential for danger. Dante’s ghost lingered, not in whispers or memories, but in the palpable fear that someone, somewhere, was still following his orders. And yet, amidst it all, Matteo remained steadfast, his presence like a beacon guiding me through the storm.The flowing wedding dress hugged my body, a delicate lace overlay cascading down to the floor. Pearls lined my hair, glimmering like tiny moons against the soft waves. My hand instinctively rested on my abdomen, where a barely-there bump he
Two weeks passed since the night I stared at that little plus sign, and my world tilted on its axis. I'd managed to keep it to myself, burying the secret beneath a mask of normalcy. But today, as I stood in Vivianna’s hospital room, staring at her tiny, pink-faced daughter lying peacefully in the cot, I felt the weight of my silence crushing me.The words tumbled out before I could stop them. “I think I’m pregnant.”Vivianna whipped her head around, eyes wide in disbelief. “What do you mean you think you’re pregnant?”I sighed, wringing my hands together. “I am pregnant.”“For Dante?” she asked, her voice sharp and her gaze piercing.“No,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Matteo.”The name felt fragile in my mouth, as if saying it out loud might shatter something. Vivianna’s shock melted into something softer, though her brows still knit together.“And you ended things with him again because...?”“It’s complicated,” I said, pacing the room on quiet, restless steps. “Do you think
HELENA’S POVThe letter felt heavier in my trembling hands than it had any right to. I unfolded it slowly, the familiar scent of Dante—smoky, musky, and utterly suffocating—seeping out from the paper as if he had intended for it to linger. His handwriting sprawled across the page in bold, unapologetic strokes, commanding attention even in death.Helena,If you’re reading this, it means I’m dead.Congratulations. Or condolences. Whichever fits your mood better. If it’s Matteo who pulled the trigger—or ordered it—then he’s as much a fool as I’ve always thought him to be. But don’t think for a second that my death gives you freedom. You’ll never have freedom, not from me.Do you really think I’d allow you to be with him? Not in life, and certainly not in death. No, my darling, I’ve thought this through. I’ve ensured that if you ever dare to pursue a life with Matteo, there will be consequences. Dead men don’t just roll over, Helena, especially not me.I hired someone—a shadow, let’s call
HELENA’S POVThe city felt strange tonight—unusually quiet, like it knew what had happened. Even as I drove down the winding streets, tears streaking my face and my dress stiff with Dante’s blood, there was a hush that sat heavy in the air. It wasn’t peaceful, though. No, it was eerie, like the city itself mourned the life that had been snuffed out.Paulo had insisted I leave the hospital, promising me that Matteo would pull through. “Go home, rest,” he had said. “He’s going to be fine, I promise.”I wanted to believe him. I had to believe him.But Dante was dead. That fact alone had unraveled me.The man who had once held my heart so effortlessly and crushed it just as easily was gone. Dead. It didn’t feel real. He was larger than life, impossible to defeat, and yet, I’d seen his body sprawled on the ground. Despite everything he’d done—every cruel, merciless act—I couldn’t stop the ache that pulsed in my chest. A life had been lost, and no amount of hatred could erase the part of me
HELENA’S POVThe world had gone silent around me. My ears rang with the deafening echo of the gunshot, but my mind refused to process it. I crumpled to the floor, the weight of dread pinning me down. I couldn’t open my eyes. I didn’t want to.What if he was gone?What if Dante had finally done it?My heart pounded erratically, each beat clawing at my ribs as if it wanted to burst free. Somewhere in the haze, I expected Dante’s taunting voice—his self-assured arrogance slicing through the tension like it always did. But there was nothing. Just an eerie, suffocating quiet.My hands trembled as I forced my eyes open, and when I did, the sight before me turned my blood to ice.Dante was sprawled on the ground, a crimson pool spreading beneath him, staining the earth like a macabre halo. His lifeless eyes stared at nothing, the usual malice in them extinguished. I blinked rapidly, trying to piece together what I was seeing.“W-What…” My voice cracked as I struggled to comprehend.Then I sa
MATTEO’S POVHelena didn’t look back.She gave me a single glance as she stepped through the grand entrance of the masked ball, her red dress shimmering under the low lights like spilled wine. It was a glance meant to reassure, but all it did was tighten the knot in my stomach. As she disappeared into the crowd, I stayed behind, lingering by the car, letting the cool night air ground me.There was a heaviness to the night, a thickness in the air that clung to my skin like smoke. People filed into the hall, their laughter and idle chatter masking the tension beneath their ornate feathers and flashy masks. They came here to escape, to lose themselves in the decadence and mystery of the night.But I had no intention of hiding.My mask was a reflection of who I truly was—dark, daunting, and utterly unafraid. It wasn’t meant to conceal but to intimidate, to remind anyone who dared look too long that I wasn’t here to play their games. I was here for one thing, and one thing only.To kill Da