Alessia's Pov I dragged myself out of bed, I grabbed my coat and the envelope of cash I had saved over months. Today was the day I could finally pay for my mother’s treatment.The hospital lobby smelled faintly of antiseptic and worn-out hope. I stepped up to the reception desk, where a nurse was busy typing on a computer.“Good morning,” I said, forcing a polite tone. “I’m here to pay for my mother’s chemotherapy. Maria Moretti.”The nurse, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes, nodded and clicked away at her keyboard. “Let me pull up her file. One moment, please.”I waited, my palms sweating despite the air-conditioning. The quiet hum of the hospital was punctuated by the occasional beep of monitors and muffled conversations.“Here it is,” the nurse finally said. “She’s scheduled to start the first stage of chemotherapy tomorrow. The total cost for the first round is 1,800 euros. You can pay at the cashier’s desk down the hall.”I nodded, gripping the envelope tightly in my hands. “Th
Alessia's Pov I stood in front of the mirror at Piazza di Soles restroom , smoothing the fabric of my red dress and adjusting the neckline. It was beautiful, yet unfamiliar, and as I stared at my reflection, I hardly recognized myself. My nerves fluttered like restless butterflies in my stomach. One thought looped in my mind like a mantra: This is for Mama.The low rumble of a car engine outside broke my trance. Peeking through the small window, I spotted a sleek black car waiting by the curb. My heart skipped, and I exhaled shakily, clutching my purse like a lifeline before stepping outside.The driver opened the door, and I froze for a moment, my breath catching. Then, gathering my courage, I slid into the car.Inside, Luca—no, Matteo, I reminded myself—sat composed, his dark suit perfectly tailored. His eyes met mine as he greeted me, his voice calm but firm.“You’re on time. Good,” he said, watching me like he was trying to assess every thought crossing my mind.“Matteo,” I said
Alessia's Pov The room buzzed with the kind of low, charged energy that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. I sipped the champagne a waiter had handed me earlier, though my hands trembled just enough to betray my calm façade. Luca—or Matteo, as I was to call him tonight—stood beside me, his demeanor unreadable as ever.The sound of a bell echoed through the villa, and the conversations around us stilled almost instantly. My stomach churned as a man in a deep crimson suit and an elaborate golden mask took to the stage. His presence commanded the room like a predator commanding its prey. My heart thudded in my chest as I stood beside Luca—Matteo. The tension was suffocating, thick enough to cut through, and I instinctively took a step closer to him.The host clapped his hands, and a tall man in a black suit stepped forward, carrying a silver tray with a stack of sealed envelopes. Each envelope bore an intricate wax seal, the kind that made it clear these decisions weren
Alessia's Pov The grand hall buzzed with conversation, laughter, and the clinking of glasses, but for the moment, I was alone. Luca had stepped away to speak with someone across the room, leaving me standing by an ornate column, clutching my glass of champagne like it was a lifeline. The mask on my face felt heavier now, almost suffocating, and I couldn’t help but glance around, searching for Luca—or rather Matteo.“Quite the spectacle, isn’t it?” a deep voice interrupted my thoughts.I turned to see a tall, older man with a neatly trimmed salt-and-pepper beard. His mask, silver with intricate designs, barely concealed the sharpness in his dark eyes. His tailored suit screamed wealth, and his confident posture suggested he was someone important.“It is,” I replied cautiously, unsure of his intentions.He extended a hand, his movements slow and deliberate. “Vittorio Armando,” he introduced himself, his voice smooth but laced with something I couldn’t quite place.“Alessia,” I said hes
Alessia's Pov Vittorio’s hand lingered on mine, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he offered, “One dance, bella. I promise I won’t bite—unless you ask.” Before I could respond, Luca stepped forward, his tall frame cutting a shadow over Vittorio. His voice was low, biting, and filled with restrained fury. “She’s not interested.” “Let her speak for herself,” Vittorio challenged, tilting his head slightly as if daring Luca to lose control. My throat tightened as their gazes locked in a silent standoff. I felt like I was standing between two apex predators, their power and dominance crackling like a live wire. “I…” I began, trying to defuse the tension, but Luca’s grip on my wrist tightened ever so slightly. “She’s with me,” Luca said firmly, his voice icy enough to freeze the air between them. Vittorio’s smirk widened, his amusement clear. “Relax, Matteo. It’s just a dance.” “It’s never just anything with you,” Luca retorted, his tone sharp. “Back off.” For a moment, it
Alessia's Pov I stumbled out of the bathroom, my heels clicking against the marble floor, trying to push the sounds of what I’d just heard out of my mind. My skin still felt hot, and my thoughts were a chaotic mess of shame, intrigue, and longing. The air outside was cool, but it did little to calm the storm raging within me.I need to leave, I thought, searching the room for Luca.It didn’t take long to find him. He emerged from the same restroom that I had stumbled out of, his dark hair slightly tousled, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the tanned skin beneath. His tie was hanging loosely around his neck, and his jacket looked like it had been hastily thrown back on.The woman trailing behind him was the real clue. She was barely able to walk in her heels, her dress wrinkled, and her lipstick smeared. She clutched at the wall for balance, her fingers still fumbling with the hem of her dress.One thought flashed through my mind, unbidden and sharp: That was definitely good
Alessia's Pov The moment I stepped into my apartment, I felt the tension in my shoulders ease, if only slightly. The space, small and familiar, offered a semblance of comfort I desperately needed. The events of the night weighed on me like a heavy cloak, and as I slipped out of my heels, I headed straight for the bathroom.Steam filled the room as I turned on the hot water, the sound of the shower a soothing white noise in the background. Stripping off the dress—the red dress that now felt like a costume—I stepped under the spray, letting the warmth wash over me.I closed my eyes, trying to drown out the images swirling in my mind. You’re disgusted by him, Alessia, I told myself. That’s all this is. Disgust.But even as the thought crossed my mind, another image surfaced—Luca’s dark eyes, the way they seemed to pierce right through me. The scent of him, that maddening combination of musk and danger, still lingered in my nose. And then there was the memory of him in the car, his prese
Alessia's Pov I woke up to a sliver of sunlight sneaking through my curtains, and for the first time in what felt like weeks, I felt a flicker of excitement. Today wasn’t about Luca or my mother’s prying questions. Today was about reconnecting with Sophia, a piece of my past I didn’t realize I’d been craving.After a quick shower, I stood in front of my closet, debating what to wear. I didn’t want to look too dressed up, but I also wanted to feel confident. I settled on a soft, cream-colored blouse tucked into high-waisted jeans and a pair of ankle boots. Simple, yet elegant enough to reflect the person I wanted Sophia to see.By the time I arrived at the little cafe by the pier, the morning air was crisp, carrying the salty tang of the ocean. I spotted Sophia immediately. She was sitting at a table outside, her vibrant red hair impossible to miss.“Alessia!” she screamed the moment she saw me. Her voice cut through the ambient hum of the cafe, drawing more than a few curious glances
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
Alessia's Pov The moment I stepped into my room, I locked the door behind me, pressing my back against it as if that would keep the night’s events from following me inside. My hands trembled as I exhaled sharply, the sound shaky and uneven. My pulse still hadn’t slowed, my mind still reeling from everything that had happened.The whisper, the voice, soft and taunting, had brushed against my ear like a cold breeze. Back off before you get yourself in real danger. I shuddered at the memory, wrapping my arms around myself as I pushed away from the door. My room felt too big, too empty, yet suffocating all at once. The dim lighting cast long shadows on the walls, and for the first time since arriving on this island, I felt truly unsafe.I needed to clear my head, but my thoughts spun wildly.Madam Claudia had been shaken—shaken in a way I had never seen before. The powerful, untouchable woman had walked into that room without her usual air of arrogance, and when the guests had demande
Alessia's POV “Did she know this would happen?”“She must have.”The tension in the room thickened, suffocating in its intensity. Suspicion swirled like smoke, curling around every name, every connection, every missing piece of this puzzle.Andrea exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “This wasn’t random,” he muttered under his breath, though I was close enough to catch it.I turned toward him, my throat dry. “You think someone warned her?”His jaw tensed. “Or she knew all along.”The words lingered between us, their implication twisting something deep in my gut. If Madam Claudia had truly known about this, then she had either abandoned her allies to die… or she had orchestrated it herself.Andrea’s focus suddenly shifted, his sharp eyes locking onto Vincent’s suit jacket. With careful precision, he reached out, slipping his fingers into the inner pocket. The moment he pulled out a small, folded piece of paper, the murmur of voices around us ceased,