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A Touch of Madness 72
It felt like I was running in an endless maze that was slowly wearing me out. Twisting and turning and full of foggy shadows that got in the way, I could only walk directionlessly without any clues. I didn't know where else to go.Seeking help was also futile because in this game, there was only me as a player and Sebastian, who created this maze that I had to live through. I can't ask for anything from anyone, even Vito, who apparently has a business agreement with Sebastian.But he had promised to carry out a plan to get me away from him, and all I could guess was that Sebastian would break the business tie if Vito got involved in my plan to escape from him. I was afraid that something would happen to Vito again. The legal charges thrown at him three months ago had already caused him trouble. He'd be in even more trouble if I had added to his burden by helping me leave. But he seemed okay with it when I assured him."I'll even hide you and Ace from the world so Sebastian can't find
A Touch of Madness 73
Anxiety and fear continued to haunt me throughout the way home. I kept trying to focus on the road as I drove my car but the man's words still swirled in my head.And how could he know that I was trying to get away from Sebastian? That I wanted to be free of him? Was it Vito who said that to him? To everyone in the Cosa Nostra? I should have asked him that earlier but I was so shocked that I couldn't ask anything else.I parked the car in the garage and took a long breath, staring at the envelope on the seat next to me. It looked simple but classy, with a gold seal in the center. I picked it up with hands trembling with anxiety and opened the envelope slowly. I pulled out what was inside, and there was nothing in the small black art carton.It's just my name 'Isabella Rossi' and 9:30 P.M. August 18. Sanyara Club. Salem, Massachusetts.That's two days away.But, Salem.....Why Salem? Is there some kind of witch ritual they're going to do there? Are they going to make Sebastian suffer w
A Touch of Madness 74
My eyes narrowed when I saw the familiar luxury car in Ace's schoolyard. It was Sebastian's. What's wrong with him? Why is he here? I sent him a message that I would pick Ace up from school. Did he not receive my message? Or is he too busy to care?Sighing, I stopped my car a little distance away from him. He wasn't outside, apparently choosing to sit inside rather than wait outside in the sun. I took one look at his car as I passed by it to get into Ace's school. At this hour, they usually practice singing or drawing. It was usually art, and parents were allowed to join in to watch their activities.I stopped in front of Ace's classroom, and it seemed like none of the parents had picked up their children yet. Was I too early?I stare at the glass window that shows the inside of the classroom. Ace is sitting with his ponytail girl classmates, and they are painting something on a big piece of paper."Isa," the heavy call made me turn my head.I looked at Sebastian, who was walking slow
A Touch of Madness 75
Killian had yet to give me his location, and I'd told Kate that Killian had contacted me, and we'd talked on the call all the way back from lunch. Ace was in my car, but Sebastian was following close behind. I tried not to care, but I couldn't. I'd told him several times that his presence bothered me,"Who called you earlier?" Sebastian asked when I got out of my car while Ace ran into the house, calling his grandma to come back to play in her greenhouse.I frowned, "Owen, he was asking about what other training we could provide for our new employee."He frowned, his features flat and his eyes glaring at me like he didn't believe my answer. Well, he couldn't prove it wrong because I had bought a new phone, which he couldn't hack anymore. So, maybe that was the reason why he was so curious about this.Throughout lunch, I caught him looking at me suspiciously, and he checked his phone several times. I hoped he hadn't heard news about Killian. Or did he already know? And he was checking
A Touch of Madness 76: Principessa
"Where are you going?" my father's question made me nervous."A potential investor is interested in developing 'JOY'. I'm meeting him this afternoon," I replied, grinning at my father.My father closed his eyes briefly before saying, "You said you didn't want to take any investor's offer because of your poor investor history.""But this is Kate's friend. It'll be fine." I replied again. Yeah, I didn't really have a choice anymore. I had to lie because my father might know about Capo being there. "We'll meet around Cambridge."My dad nodded. "I always supports whatever you want to do, Bella. If you make another misstep, I will help you."I was sure he would. He was the best dad for me. And I was sure that he would do that if only he knew about Sebastian giving me a hard time. It made me wonder if my dad really didn't know or if he pretended not to see because he had fallen for Sebastian's manipulation.Did he know that I already knew about the cosa nostra? Did he know that this was all
A Touch of Madness 77: madness
Sebastian. Flashback. Our meeting to discuss brotherhood business is the least of my concerns at the moment. Or most of the time, really.I have a role to play, and it's behind the scenes. The decisions my father makes are directly influenced by my opinions backed by my intel. The brotherhood rise in rank to one of the most indispensable pillars didn't happen just by luck. It was based on logic.I realized early on that to continue to thrive in our familia cartel, I needed the system in place. Trusted men-Marc and Diaz, although Diaz pushed it. Hackers. Informants in every possible organization. Although these elements existed during my grandfather's time, they had not been utilized to their full potential. I changed that and made them the strongest part of the cartel.Power is not shouting orders and taking up arms. They don't declare war and go on the offensive to show masculinity. True power smolders behind it, silenced in low tones and feared in public. I have become like that
A Touch of Madness 78: madness II
I've watched lives end right before my eyes.Not once.Not twice.But many times.After I saw life leave my grandmother's body when I was ten years old, I had an epiphany. Ah. Death is that easy.Death is a trigger pull, a splash of blood, and empty eyes. If grandmother, the Dominican who was fearless and stronger than life itself, was killed so easily, then her actions wouldn't have been so difficult. That's why I never feared death. Never looked the other way from it. Never hesitated in front of it.In fact, I barged straight into it. I subdued it and pushed it to it's knees in front of me, just like Grandpa did to Grandma, then shot her in the face. I had avoided death's clutches so often that I considered myself immune to it.In a way, death was meaningless to me.It doesn't touch me.Won't touch me.It was my fault. A glitch in my system.Although I'd never feared the end-or anything really-since my grandmother was executed, there was something I feared I'd lose.Or someone.O
A Touch of Madness 79: madness
A few months ago. Snow fell slowly, like ice flakes crumbling from the gray sky, decorating the yard of her grandfather's house. The cold creeps in, freezing, but it's nothing compared to what I feel inside.Isabella stood in the doorway, her stomach distended, her eyes looking at me with disappointment. At first glance, she looked strong, but behind her hard gaze, there was something fragile. Something that was breaking because of me.I stood still, suffocated by the weight of the feelings I had harbored for too long. Her image during this time never left my mind. Her trembling lips and her pale cheeks made my heart squeeze. I knew I had hurt her more than words could fix."You flew from Madrid to Milan just to stay silent?" Her voice came out sharp yet shaky, like a wall beginning to crack but still holding. There was anger tucked away, and underneath, a sadness I'd made too deep. I could hear her unspoken cries, crackling between each word.I sighed softly, the snow in my hair star
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A Touch of Madness Epilog
Five years later.The sound of joyful laughter fills our warm living room. I rubbed my forehead, holding back a smile as I watched our twins, Athena and Azriel, run around yelling at each other. Both were still wearing the superhero costumes they got from Janet's birthday party, complete with fluttering red capes as they ran around the living room."Nana! Azzy! That's enough!" I called out, trying to be a bit chatty even though it was hard to hold back my laughter at their behaviour. "Stop chasing each other around the house. If you want to play superhero, do it in the garden!"Athena paused for a moment, looking at me with wide eyes full of innocence. But instead of obeying, the girl shook her head quickly, grinning as she turned to chase after her twin, who ran away. "I don't want to go outside! It's fun here!" she said, her cheerful laughter filling the room."Yes, but I will lose my sanity if you two keep shouting like this!" I tried to put on a angry face, but Azriel just jumped
A Touch of Madness 113 : War is Over
Sleepiness strikes hard because I haven't slept in two days. It’s crawls over my eyes, making them feel heavy, yet every time I close my eyes, flashes of horror always appear, stopping me from falling into a comfortable sleep. The clock on the wall ticked softly, breaking the silence of the night that felt too quiet. But suddenly, a rumbling sound came from outside. The sound of slamming doors and hurried footsteps. It gets closer, echoing up to my bedroom door, then...The door opened with a bang, and Killian walked in with a tense face. Without a word, he grabs my hand, gripping it roughly. "We're leaving now," he said coldly, his voice low but filled with a frightening haste."What happened?" I demanded, resisting his grip even though there was barely any strength in the resistance. "Don't ask too many questions," he said coldly as he dragged me out of the room, his steps quick, almost running.We walked down the creaking stairs through the narrow, dimly lit hallways. I tried to
A Touch of Madness 112
Isabella POV.I couldn't sleep. I couldn't close my eyes completely. I stared at the scenery behind the glass. I was expecting something. To someone to come and get me. Sebastian. I wish Sebastian were here.I hug my belly tightly, holding my babies. My chest feels tight, my heart beating wildly in the silence of the night that feels so foreign. Outside, the waves were constantly crashing against the cliff, making a sound that somehow made my body tense up even more. Beyond the windowpane, I could only see the dark, endless sea with no sign of life. Only my own shadow was faintly reflected, looking so fragile in the middle of this cold room.I rubbed my stomach lightly, trying to give warmth to my two unborn babies, hoping they could feel my false calm. "Everything will be okay," I whispered almost silently, more to calm myself than for them. But, I knew I needed to reassure them and tell them their mother would fight.My heart refused to calm down, pounding like it was rebelling
A Touch of Madness 111
The broken glass on the floor scattered like the shattered remnants of my hope with each passing minute without Isabella by my side. I stared at Marc and Diaz with a sharp look to make them tremble. My chest was beating hard, each beat full of anger and fear that couldn't be suppressed."Useless," I hissed, my voice hoarse and low. They both looked down, not daring to raise their heads.Marc tried to speak, his voice sounding weak, like a child caught in the act. "We've checked the small ports, contacted everyone who might know their whereabouts—""But it came up empty, didn't it?" I cut in, hitting the table so hard that Marc jerked back. "My wife is missing somewhere, and you guys can only stand here like fools!"I looked at Diaz, who gulped, his eyes troubled as he looked at me. But I didn't give him a chance. Every second without news of Isabella made my blood boil. To think that she might be trapped in the hands of a bastard like Killian... my mind was filled with images of a t
A Touch of Madness 110
My head throbbed violently as the harsh sunlight pierced my eyelids. Heavily, I sat up, trying to understand where I was. Rough wooden walls and small windows with dull curtains emitted light all around me, making this room feel even more alien and rough. My heartbeat quickened, panic creeping up from my toes to my head. This was not a room on our private island, not a place I recognized. The walls were weathered, and the overpowering scent of sea salt pierced my nose, mixed with the damp, unfamiliar smell of wood.The memories swirl, fragment by fragment, starting to return, like pieces of a nightmare creeping in slowly.The silent night on the island, Killian's sudden grip, the thin, cold smile on his face, then the hallways of the house echoing with unfamiliar steps. My memory stops at the moment he pulls me towards the boat, waiting at the dock, as I struggle, trying to escape. But all my efforts were in vain. Killian's grip was like an iron shackle I couldn't break.I stood uns
A Touch of Madness 109
"I'll be back tomorrow morning before you wake up." Sebastian's voice sounded lazy from our connected call. "I have so many things to take care of. I promise we'll have a good time once I'm done with all this. But I feel bad leaving you alone there."I chuckled softly. "Yeah, that's okay. There's Janet here. I don't feel alone."He chuckled on the other end of the line, his low laugh almost drowned out by the slightly crackling signal. "Yeah, my cousin with her... unique personality," he continued, his voice trying to sound serious but instead sounding full of warmth. "She'll probably set your whole life in pink if you let her. Just make sure she doesn't end up redecorating our house or... suggesting weird names for our baby."I smiled, imagining Janet, who could vigorously transform the house into a sea of pink, complete with flashy accessories. It was like relentless energy ready to fill every corner of the room, chasing away any loneliness I might feel while Sebastian was away. "T
A Touch of Madness 108
"It looks like your Abuelo has other ambitions."Apparently, he seemed to welcome me not because I was his grandson's wife but because we had a son, and two more twins were about to come out to greet the world. It was like he welcomed a treasure and an asset rather than a great-grandchild. It made me wonder how Sebastian's father had grown up under pressure from his father and how Sebastian had grown up under pressure from his grandfather.I nestled comfortably on his chest. He sat on a lounge chair, his hands cradling my growing belly. In front of us is a beach and a vast ocean.It was a beautiful sight. Sebastian tightens his arms around me, his warmth contrasting with the sea breeze gently brushing against my skin. In front of the calm blue sea, I can feel everything, as well as the freedom that has been almost foreign since meeting his grandfather.Sebastian bowed his head, his lips touching my head gently. "I want our kids to have a choice," he whispers, his voice almost drowne
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Silence hung in the air as Sebastian's grandfather folded his arms, his eyes never leaving my face. With a small gesture, he nodded as if encouraging himself to continue the conversation that, perhaps, he had planned for so long."And... what about your son? Ace? Your father told me that he is a cheerful and smart boy." His voice was low, but his tone was unmistakable. Demanding an answer, he turned to Sebastian and to me.I let out a small sigh, trying to keep my smile genuine as I replied, "Ace is a wonderful boy. Smart, full of energy, and very curious." Talking about my son in front of someone who looked so critical felt strange, but I didn't want to show any doubt.Sebastian, who had been standing quietly beside me, shifted slightly. His arm slowly wrapped around my waist, signaling he wouldn't let me face this alone."Oh, really?" he looked at us, alternating between me and Sebastian. A faint light in his eyes showed interest, albeit with skepticism. "He must meet me one day. I
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The phone in my hand vibrated softly, displaying a name that instantly warmed my chest. Ace's face appeared on the screen with one touch, and his wide smile greeted me. His hair was a little messy, as usual, and his school uniform was already rumpled here and there. "Momma!" he exclaimed cheerfully. "I just got home from school!" Seeing his face is always like a breath of fresh air in the thick Mexico City air. I smiled softly, adjusting the position of my phone so I could see him better. "How was your day at school, baby?" Ace shrugged his little shoulders, his face glistening with childlike satisfaction. "Good! I learned about dinosaurs today. They're cool, Mom. I like T-Rex, but my friends say I look like a velociraptor." He chuckles, his cheeks slightly flushed with excitement. I chuckled softly my feelings had drifted to a lighter place with his laughter. "Oh? Velociraptor, huh? You're fast like them." "I'm smart too!" he added quickly, his face full of confidence. "
