Alessia's Pov “This one,” she said simply, her voice softer than I’d heard it before.I turned to the mirror, my breath catching at the sight. It was beautiful, elegant, and somehow… me.Relief washed over me, but it was short-lived. Madam Claudia stepped closer, her gaze fixed on the reflection. Her smile widened, but it felt wrong, like there was something hidden behind it.“The bride must always look the part,” she said lightly, her tone almost conversational. “Even if the marriage doesn’t last.”Her words cut through the moment like a blade. I froze, staring at her through the mirror.“What do you mean by that?” I asked, my voice unsteady.She tilted her head, her masked face unreadable. “Oh, nothing, dear. Just a thought.”I turned back to the mirror, but the gown didn’t feel the same anymore. The excitement I’d felt was gone, replaced by a cold unease.What did she know that I didn’t?The boutique assistant returned with accessories, but I barely registered her words. Madam Cla
Alessia's Pov As I returned to my room in Luca’s mansion, the familiar mix of exhaustion and unease weighed on me. The events of the day had left me emotionally drained, from Madam Claudia’s sharp critiques to Luca’s unsettling warning about Andrea. I closed the door behind me and exhaled deeply, letting the quiet of the room soothe my frayed nerves.My phone buzzed on the nightstand, pulling me from my thoughts. I picked it up, the name on the screen making my heart skip a beat.Andrea.I hesitated for a moment before opening the message."How did the gown hunt go, princess? Let me guess—Claudia had a lot to say about your choices, didn’t she?"I could almost hear his teasing tone, the playful edge in his words contrasting sharply with the tension that had followed me all day. My fingers hovered over the keyboard as I debated whether to respond. Something about him always left me feeling off-balance."It went…fine," I finally typed. "Madam Claudia is very particular, as you can imag
Alessia's Pov His words hung heavy in the air, a reminder of the stakes we were playing for.“I’ll pack,” I said quietly, turning toward the wardrobe.As I pulled out a suitcase and began folding clothes, Luca sat down on the edge of the bed, watching me.“You’re doing well, Alessia,” he said after a moment. “Better than I expected.”I paused, glancing over my shoulder. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”A small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Take it however you want. The point is, you’re handling this better than most would. But you need to keep your focus. People like Andrea… they’re unpredictable. Dangerous, even.”My hands stilled, his words igniting a spark of unease. “Andrea?”Luca nodded, his expression darkening. “Don’t let his charm fool you. He has his own agenda, and it rarely aligns with anyone else’s interests. Just… be careful around him.”I wanted to tell Luca about the necklace, about Andrea’s texts and his unsettling mix of teasing and sincerity. But s
Alessia's Pov “Look,” he said, his tone softening, “I know this isn’t easy. But you have to trust me, Alessia. I wouldn’t put you in this position if I didn’t think you could handle it.”His words were meant to be reassuring, but they only made me feel more like a pawn in a game I didn’t fully understand.“I’ll let you settle in,” he said after a moment, straightening up. “Get some rest. Tomorrow, we’ll go over the next steps.”He left before I could respond, pulling the door shut behind him.I sat down on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under my weight. The room was quiet, the kind of quiet that made you hyper-aware of your own breathing. I glanced around, taking in the simplicity of the space. It was so different from the lavish world I’d been thrust into, and yet, it felt strangely comforting.But comfort didn’t last long. My thoughts quickly turned to the necklace hidden in my suitcase, to Andrea’s cryptic texts, and to the warning Luca had given me earlier.“B
Luca's pov The sunlight filtering through the small window caught on the edges of my freshly pressed shirt as I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the collar. The small house offered no luxury, but its simplicity forced me to focus—on the task, on the role I had to play. Matteo. I repeated the name silently, willing myself into the timid shell of a man Alessia believed I was. Today was going to be a challenge.A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. Andrea stood there, leaning casually against the frame, his smirk as irritating as ever.“Ready, Matteo?” he drawled, the mocking lilt in his voice unmistakable.I nodded, forcing a weak smile. “Yeah. Let’s get this over with.”We piled into the car, Andrea at the wheel. The drive was quiet, save for his occasional remarks meant to poke and prod.“You know,” Andrea said after a moment, glancing at me from the corner of his eye, “a wedding suit says a lot about the groom. You’re not planning to go with something... boring, are
Alessia's Pov I sat in the dimly lit room, staring blankly at the television. My thoughts felt like they were tied in knots, tangled between wedding preparations, Luca’s concerned eyes, and the growing unease that had settled in my chest. My phone buzzed against the wooden table, breaking the silence. I glanced at the screen and frowned.Andrea.I sighed, debating whether to even open the message. What could he possibly want now? With everything else going on, the last thing I needed was more of his cryptic charm. But curiosity—or maybe exhaustion—got the better of me, and I opened the message.“Before you officially tie the knot, we should have a drink to celebrate. One last hurrah before you become a married woman.”I stared at the words, feeling an immediate sense of unease. Something about the invitation didn’t sit right. It was Andrea, after all, and his motives were never entirely clear. Yet, the idea of stepping away from the whirlwind of tension and responsibilities was tempt
Alessia's Pov My head felt heavy, my heart pounding in a way that had nothing to do with the alcohol. I tried to laugh it off, but the sound came out shaky."And you’re too charming for your own good," I said, my voice softer than I intended.His eyes darkened, and before I could process what was happening, his lips were on mine. It was a slow, deliberate kiss, and for a moment, I didn’t pull away.But then reality crashed back in, sharp and unforgiving. I shoved him away, my breathing ragged."This... this can’t happen," I whispered, my voice trembling.Andrea didn’t look angry or surprised—just calm, as if he’d expected my reaction. "Maybe not," he said softly. "But it already did."I stared at him, my mind spinning, before grabbing my things and leaving without another word.He must have waited for about thirty seconds before falling on my trail, weaving through the happy hour crowd as I had just done, as if guided by my scent. My skin tingled at the nape of my neck, electrified b
Alessia's Pov He nuzzled against me, his lips on my neck, nibbling and kissing his way up to my earlobe, as he worked his fingers against the slick seam . . . and then I forgot to pose, forgot about trying to look good, and lost myself inside my own pleasure. Andrea watched me squeeze me eyes shut as I clamped my thighs against his wrist and snapped my hips up, once, twice, three times before I froze, all the muscles in my thighs and belly and bottom tense and quivering, and he felt me contract against his fingers."Oh, God," I whispered, swiveling my hips in a way he knew would send him right over the edge. "Oh, wait. Do you have a condom?" I whispered.Andrea opened his nightstand drawer and ripped open a condom. I watched, as he slipped it down his already exposed cock.He kissed me and finally, he thrust inside me. I gasped and shut my eyes, and then neither of us spoke. He moved at at rhythmic pace that made me want him to continue till I reached my limits, I had one hand on
Andrea's Pov The flashbang’s blinding light faded slowly, leaving the room steeped in disorienting darkness and a heavy silence that draped over us like a shroud. I could barely see anything, but I could feel the adrenaline surging in my veins and the pounding in my head from the attack. For several long seconds, the only sound was my own ragged breathing and the echo of the shattered window where our masked attacker had escaped. When my vision cleared enough, I saw Sophia crouched near the desk, her gun still raised but trembling; I could feel my arm throbbing from the deep wound, blood seeping through my sleeves. The room reeked of smoke, sweat, and fear.“Are you alright?” I asked, my voice low and urgent as I stepped toward Sophia. She nodded, swallowing hard, her eyes wide and alert.“This was no random attack,” she murmured, her tone edged with grim determination. “They knew exactly what they were doing.”I scanned the room, feeling the eerie emptiness in the corners. My min
Andrea's Pov I stormed out of Alessia’s room, my heart pounding with frustration and something heavier—guilt. She had every right to be angry, every right to feel betrayed. But damn it, I had never lied to her, not truly. Keeping a secret wasn’t the same as deception. Or maybe, just maybe, I was only fooling myself.I raked a hand through my hair as I made my way down the dimly lit hallway toward my room. My mind was a tangled mess of thoughts, but something else nagged at the edges of my senses. A strange, creeping unease slithered into my gut. It felt like a storm rolling in—silent, inevitable, charged with something unseen.As I reached my door, I hesitated. The air was off. It smelled different—thicker, colder. There was a faint metallic scent lingering in the air, like rust… or blood.My body tensed instinctively. I pressed my hand against the door, feeling its surface. Cool. Too cool.Slowly, I turned the knob and stepped inside.The first thing I noticed was the silence—t
Alessia's Pov The moment I stepped into my room, I slammed the door shut behind me, leaning against it as I struggled to breathe. My chest felt tight, my mind spinning.Sophia.Sophia was Madam Claudia.How? How?I let out a harsh, shaky breath, pacing the length of my room. My fists clenched at my sides as I tried to piece together the impossible truth. It didn’t make sense. It didn’t align with anything I knew about her.Sophia—my Sophia—had been poor. She had come to me desperate for a job, practically begging at Marcello’s bar. She had been struggling, scraping by. And now I was supposed to believe she was the woman who had been pulling all the strings from behind a mask? The woman who had orchestrated everything, controlled everyone?I let out a bitter laugh, but it was hollow.I wanted to believe that I was mistaken, that I was seeing things. Maybe I was still drunk, still disoriented from everything that had happened. Maybe the chaos in the hall had clouded my judgment.
Alessia's Pov The air in the grand hall was thick with tension, the hushed whispers of the guests rippling like an incoming storm. Elena’s dramatic outburst had already shaken the foundation of the event, but just as I thought things might settle, another disturbance was brewing.From the center of the crowd, a man—tall, with streaks of silver in his hair and a sharp, authoritative gaze—stood abruptly. His voice carried through the hall, commanding immediate attention."This farce has gone on long enough!" he declared, his tone laced with anger and conviction. "Madam Claudia is no longer fit to lead. This entire operation has turned into chaos under her rule!"Murmurs of agreement spread like wildfire. The guests, who had been silently processing the recent turn of events, now had something to latch onto—something tangible.The man took a few steps forward, his confidence unwavering. "Think about it—under Madam Claudia’s reign, we’ve suffered unnecessary losses. Betrayal has fest
Alessia's Pov The ceremony was nearing its final moments, each word of the priest’s blessing washing over me like a distant hum. My hands felt clammy in Andrea’s grip, my heart hammering so loudly I was sure the guests could hear it.I wasn’t even listening anymore.I was drowning in a sea of thoughts—of Luca, of last night, of the strange way Sophia had whispered that she needed to step out for fresh air just moments ago.Something was wrong.The air around me felt too still, as if the world itself was holding its breath, waiting for something to break.And then it did.A loud crash from the back of the hall shattered the silence.Heads turned. Murmurs erupted.And then, a voice—sharp and laced with rage—cut through the air like a blade."You!"I barely had time to process what was happening before a woman stormed into the venue, her heels clicking furiously against the marble floor. Her dark hair was slightly disheveled, her expensive gown wrinkled as if she had been runn
Alessia's Pov The first thing I felt was a dull, pounding headache.I groaned, turning over in the bed, my body still heavy with sleep. My mouth was dry, and my limbs felt weak, but something felt… off.I blinked a few times, my vision adjusting to the dim light filtering through the curtains. My mind was slow to catch up, memories scattered like puzzle pieces waiting to be put back together.And then it hit me.Luca.The bar. The drunken rambling. Vomiting on him. Him carrying me back to my room. The warmth of his arms. The way he had helped me wash up, dressed me, tucked me in. And then—I sat up abruptly, my heart hammering.Dis we really have sex?I touched my body instinctively, heat rushing to my face. It had felt real—too real. But now, with the morning light casting shadows over the room, doubt crept in.Had it been the alcohol playing tricks on me?I looked around the room, expecting to see him somewhere, maybe sitting in the chair across from the bed or leaning ag
Alessia's Pov It feels so good, I instinctively squeeze my eyes shut to focus as much as I can on it. he continues on for another minute, slowly licking and sucking. Suddenly, I feel his mouth open wide, sucking as much of my breast into his mouth as he can. My hips start to buck, pushing up against his, and I feel his hand move down between my legs.Oh my god, it hadn’t occurred to me he’d do this. I’d only imagined simple things, kissing and touching, in the very brief fantasy that had entered my brain as I walked away from the bar. Logically, of course, this shouldn’t be a surprise, but somehow it is, and now the idea that his hand is going to be on my pussy is overwhelming. Hands, and what else? Tongue? Mouth? His dick? The very notion has my lower body aching, and I can feel myself squirming, moving, pushing my hips up to meet his hand.he lifts his head from my breast then, his lips wet and pink, and he watches my face as his hand presses between my legs.“You like it, don’t
Alessia's Pov “You smell like whiskey and vomit,” he interrupted. “And if you think I’m letting you pass out like that, you’re dumber than I thought. I scowled at him. “You’re a jerk.” “And you’re a mess,” he shot back.Before I could protest further, he helped me out of my soiled clothes, guiding me into the warm water.I let out a small sigh as the heat washed over me, his hands moved in ways that sent chills down my spine, he washed beneath my breast, and then over them. His hands moved to back as he washed all the way down to my lower chicks, I could feel his hands linger. He looked at me as if amused by my body.Then he stopped, I looked at him "what—what happened?"If I continue I may not be able hold back" he said as he walked away. A part of me wanted him to stay, wanted his touch. But I held back and watched him leave.Luca stayed just outside the shower, arms crossed, making sure I didn’t collapse.After what felt like an eternity, I stepped out, and to my shock—Luca was hold
Alessia's Pov The bartender gave me a look—one of those patient, knowing looks that bartenders are probably trained to give. He didn’t say anything, just poured me another drink.I exhaled sharply. “But this isn’t about Luca. No, no, no, it’s about this island and how nothing makes sense. Do you know how many people have died since I got here?” I squinted, trying to count, but the numbers blurred in my head. “It’s a lot. And it’s all connected. Madam Claudia, the missing boats, the whispers in the dark—” I paused, leaning in dramatically. “And now people are leaving threats under doors. Under doors! Can you believe that?”The bartender’s lips twitched like he was trying not to smile. “Not funny,” I grumbled. He nodded, as if agreeing, though I doubted he was even fully listening. I sighed, rubbing my temple. “Andrea’s hiding something, too. “That made me pause.Andrea.I shook my head, downing the rest of my drink. “He acts like he’s protecting me, and maybe he is, but he knows s