The morning sun rose over the mansion, casting long, golden rays across the grounds. It was almost ironic how serene the day appeared, considering the chaos brewing just beneath the surface. Ronan’s men moved with military precision, their faces set in grim determination. My nerves felt frayed, but I held it together—for my baby, for myself, and for the man who promised to bring me out of the darkness.---Ronan had insisted I stay in the mansion, far from the impending conflict. His words replayed in my mind as I stood in the nursery, running my fingers over the crib.“Stay here. Stay safe.”But could I? Knowing what was at stake, knowing he might not come back? The thought gnawed at my resolve, and I struggled against the urge to intervene.A sharp knock at the door startled me. I turned to see Matteo standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable.“Ronan wanted me to check on you,” he said, stepping inside.“I’m fine,” I replied quickly, though the tremor in my voice betrayed m
The morning after the attack felt heavier than it should have. While the mansion was safe, the cost of that security lingered in the air. Ronan had left early to handle the fallout, leaving me in the care of Matteo and the other men.The silence in the house wasn’t peaceful—it was charged. Every creak, every distant murmur reminded me of how much my life had changed.I sat in the kitchen, cradling a cup of tea in my hands. My thoughts swirled a tangle of questions I couldn’t yet answer. How long could I live like this? How long could I expose my unborn child to this world of shadows and blood?---Matteo entered the room, breaking my train of thought. “You look like you didn’t sleep a wink.”I managed a weak smile. “That obvious?”He pulled up a chair, his usual smirk replaced by a rare moment of sincerity. “This isn’t easy, I know. But you’re stronger than you think.”“I’m not sure strength is enough,” I admitted. “This world—it’s nothing like the one I grew up in. I feel like I’m co
The cold morning air bit at my skin as I stepped onto the balcony, a steaming cup of coffee in my hands. The world beyond Ronan’s estate stretched out endlessly, a deceptive calm that belied the chaos simmering beneath.I leaned against the railing, staring into the distance as my thoughts turned to David. It had been weeks since I’d last seen him, yet his betrayal still haunted me. His cruel words, the way he’d clung to Kate as if she were his salvation—it was a wound that refused to heal.“Ashley.”I turned to find Matteo standing in the doorway. His usual smirk was absent, replaced by a seriousness that put me on edge.“What is it?” I asked, my voice steady despite the unease curling in my stomach.“There’s someone here to see you,” he said, stepping aside to reveal a young woman I didn’t recognize.She was petite, with wide brown eyes and dark hair pulled into a sleek ponytail. She looked out of place amidst the grandeur of Ronan’s estate, her hands twisting nervously in front of
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the driveway as I watched Ronan’s car disappear beyond the gates. He had left to handle a meeting with his associates, and though I trusted him implicitly, I couldn’t shake the unease that had been building since Clara’s visit.I had spent the last few days pouring over the documents she’d given me, uncovering layers of corruption and deceit that painted David in an even darker light than I’d imagined. The man I had once believed I loved wasn’t just cruel—he was dangerous.The thought sent a chill down my spine.---“Ma’am?”I turned to find Matteo standing behind me. He had a wary expression, his arms crossed over his broad chest.“What is it?” I asked, stepping back into the house.“We have a situation,” he said, his voice low. “There’s someone at the gate asking for you.”“Who?”Matteo hesitated before answering. “David Scott.”The name hit me like a punch to the gut. My immediate instinct was to tell Matteo to send him away, but curi
The morning dawned gray and overcast, fitting the heaviness in my chest. Despite Ronan’s reassurances and the heightened security, I couldn’t shake the feeling that David’s visit was just the beginning. His desperation and veiled warnings hinted at something darker lurking beneath the surface.I spent the early hours pacing the estate, my thoughts a whirlwind. Ronan had left for a meeting with his advisors, and while I trusted him to handle things, I couldn’t help feeling exposed. Every shadow seemed more menacing, every sound sharper than it should have been.---“Ma’am?” Matteo’s voice broke through my thoughts as I stood by the living room window, staring at the rain-soaked grounds.“Yes?” I turned to him, my fingers gripping the edge of the curtain.“We’ve traced the breach from last night,” he said, his expression unreadable.My heart skipped a beat. “And?”“It was deliberate,” he said grimly. “Whoever it was, they knew exactly where to look. They avoided the cameras and stayed i
The moment I stepped into the main hall, my eyes locked on David. He was being held firmly by two of Ronan’s men, his face a mix of defiance and desperation. His once-pristine appearance was disheveled, his suit wrinkled, and his eyes bloodshot.“Ashley,” he said, his voice carrying a desperate edge. “This isn’t what it looks like!”My stomach churned at his audacity. “You’ve been stalking me, David. What exactly is it supposed to look like?”Ronan stood nearby, his presence commanding the room. He didn’t say a word, but the deadly glint in his eyes spoke volumes.“Let me explain,” David pleaded, struggling against the men holding him. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to talk.”“Talk?” I repeated, my voice rising. “You’ve had plenty of chances to talk, David. Instead, you chose to lie, manipulate, and betray me at every turn.”“You don’t understand!” David shouted, his frustration boiling over. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Kate—she’s not who you think she is.”I froz
I woke with a start, the remnants of a vivid nightmare clinging to me like a second skin. The cold sweat dripping down my spine reminded me of the ice cellar where Kate and David had condemned me to die in my past life. Despite the warm safety of Ronan’s bed, the memories were as suffocating as ever.Ronan stirred beside me, his arm tightening around my waist. His presence was my anchor—a steady force reminding me that I wasn’t alone anymore.“Another bad dream?” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly from sleep.I nodded, unable to meet his gaze. “It was about them again. About what they did to me.”His hand brushed my cheek, tilting my face toward his. “They can’t hurt you anymore, Ashley. Not as long as I’m here.”His words were a balm to my frayed nerves, but I knew better than to let my guard down. Kate’s machinations were far from over, and David’s desperate warnings still lingered in my mind.---After breakfast, I found myself pacing the estate’s sunlit study. Ronan had left
The warehouse smelled of damp concrete and rusted metal, a fitting stage for the confrontation that had been brewing for years. Kate stood across from me, her smile sharp and mocking, as though she already believed she had won. The men flanking her were seasoned criminals, their hands resting on the weapons at their sides.Ronan moved beside me, his presence a solid wall of support. Matteo stood at his other side, his hand casually brushing the holster at his hip. The quiet hum of tension filled the space, a suffocating blanket that wrapped around us all.Kate was the first to speak, her voice cutting through the silence like a blade. “So, little sister, you’ve brought your mafia prince to fight your battles now?” She tilted her head, her mockery thinly veiled. “How predictable.”I stepped forward before Ronan could reply, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. “This isn’t about him, Kate. This is about you and the lies you’ve built your entire life on. It ends today.”He
Years had passed since that quiet dinner where Ronan had raised his glass to our future. In those years, we had built an empire—not just one of power, but one of love, loyalty, and strength. Our family had grown, as had our bond, and the world had learned that nothing could break us.The estate had expanded, the grounds now a sprawling mix of gardens and strongholds, all protected by our loyal men and allies. But it wasn’t the buildings or the wealth that defined us—it was the legacy we had built together.I stood in the grand hallway of our home, the walls lined with portraits of our ancestors—both biological and chosen. My eyes traced the faces of those who had come before us, each one etched with stories of blood, power, and survival. The weight of history pressed against me, but I was no longer burdened by it. I had come into my own. Our family had come into its own.Ronan entered the room, his presence commanding as always, but there was a new softness in his gaze when it met min
The sun was beginning to set, casting a soft golden hue over the sprawling grounds of our estate. It had been a few weeks since the final battle, and life had taken on a new rhythm. There was a sense of normalcy now, one that felt almost foreign after everything we had been through.Ronan and I were walking side by side through the gardens, our hands casually intertwined. The fragrance of blooming roses and lavender filled the air, and the sound of our children’s laughter echoed in the distance. It was a peaceful moment—one I wasn’t sure I’d ever truly get used to."Are you still thinking about the future?" Ronan asked, breaking the silence between us. His voice was low and contemplative, and he didn’t need to elaborate. I knew exactly what he meant.I smiled softly, squeezing his hand. "I can’t help it. After everything, I want to make sure we don’t just survive but thrive. I want this to be something that lasts for our children, for our legacy."Ronan nodded, his gaze sweeping over
The morning light poured through the windows, warming the space where Ronan and I stood side by side, looking out over the city. The world outside seemed to be alive with possibility, and for the first time in a long time, I felt a peace settle over me. It wasn’t just the victory or the empire we’d rebuilt—it was the sense of purpose we now had. Together, we had created something that would endure, something that would leave its mark.Ronan's hand found mine, and I turned to meet his gaze. The intensity in his eyes was familiar, but today, there was something softer there. A sense of fulfillment, mixed with anticipation for what was to come."We’ve come a long way, Ashley," he murmured, his thumb tracing circles on the back of my hand. "But this is just the beginning."I nodded, feeling the weight of his words. Everything we had built, everything we had fought for, had led us to this moment. But Ronan was right. The future was just beginning to unfold before us."How does it feel?" I
The days that followed our victory were a whirlwind of decisions and rebuilding, but beneath the surface, something more profound was taking shape. Our victory had been hard-won, but the work ahead was just as important. It wasn’t just about reclaiming the empire; it was about shaping the future—a future that would be different from the one we had inherited.Ronan had always been a man of power, a man of action, but now I saw him in a new light. He was planning, not just for today but for a legacy. He wasn’t interested in the chaos anymore. He was driven by the desire to build something solid, something that would last beyond him. I admired him for that.We worked together, each day bringing new challenges and new triumphs. The mafia was still a dangerous game, but we played it smarter now, with purpose, and for the first time, we weren’t doing it alone. The men who had stood by Ronan through the worst of the war now stood beside us as we rebuilt our empire, ensuring that it would be
The dust settled in the aftermath of the battle, the echoes of gunfire now replaced by the heavy silence that hung in the air. The enemy leader lay motionless, their empire crumbled to pieces around them. The war that had defined so much of our lives was over. But I knew, deep down, this victory wasn’t just about winning a fight. It was about rebuilding everything we had lost—and everything we were going to build.Ronan stood beside me, his expression a mix of exhaustion and triumph, but there was something more in his eyes. A sense of finality. This chapter was closed, and yet the story was far from over."We did it," I whispered, the weight of the words settling in.Ronan didn’t speak right away. Instead, he reached for my hand, his grip firm and reassuring. "We’ve taken control. This is ours now."The men around us began to regroup, the chaos of the battle slowly turning into a quiet sense of victory. But there was no time for celebration—not yet. We still had work to do. The enemy
The tension in the air was palpable as Ronan and I gathered our forces, preparing for the last stage of this war. Every piece was in motion, each plan carefully laid out, each move calculated to give us the advantage. The enemy we were facing was unlike anything we’d ever encountered. They weren’t just another mafia family, a group of thugs after a piece of the pie. No, they were something more—a shadow organization that thrived in the darkness, pulling strings from behind the scenes.Ronan stood at the front of the room, his posture commanding, his expression unwavering. He was a man who had seen the depths of hell and still emerged stronger, and now, I could see the fire in his eyes, the kind of fire that burned with a single purpose: to protect everything he had built, and to destroy anyone who threatened it."We’ve tracked their movements," Ronan began, his voice steady, echoing off the walls. "We know where they’re hiding, where they’ve made their base. And we’re going to hit the
The hours bled together as we worked tirelessly, chasing down leads that only led to more dead ends. The enemy we were up against was cunning, their movements like ghosts, disappearing before we could get close enough to make a decisive strike. But Ronan wasn’t the type to back down from a challenge, and neither was I.We had retreated to the underground safe house that Ronan kept for situations like this—away from prying eyes, a place where we could strategize in peace. The men were working in small teams, compiling intel, tracking financial records, and anything that might give us a glimpse of who we were really up against.I sat at the large table, my mind spinning, trying to make sense of the scattered pieces. We had hit them hard, and taken out some key players, but whoever was behind this was always one step ahead. I couldn’t shake the feeling that they knew us better than we knew ourselves.Ronan stood by the window, watching the streets below, his face impassive but his postur
The aftermath of our strike left the air thick with a mix of triumph and unease. While we had taken out one of the Blackwoods’ key players, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was far from over. It was almost as if we had played into the hands of someone even more dangerous, someone lurking in the shadows, pulling strings we couldn’t yet see.Ronan’s car roared through the streets, the tires screeching as we navigated the winding roads toward our next destination. His jaw was clenched, his eyes narrowed with thought. He wasn’t letting the adrenaline of the victory cloud his judgment. We both knew that the enemy we were facing wasn’t one-dimensional—it was a web of lies, manipulation, and power that stretched far beyond the Blackwoods."Do you feel it?" I asked, breaking the silence in the car. My voice was quiet, but the tension between us was palpable.Ronan glanced at me, his expression hard. "Feel what?""The danger," I said, my heart pounding as I spoke the truth I had been avo
The city was silent, the streets bathed in an eerie stillness as the clock struck midnight. There was something about the night—the way the air felt thick with anticipation, the quiet hum of impending chaos—that made my skin crawl. I knew, deep down, that when we stepped into the lion’s den tonight, there was no going back.I stood next to Ronan in the back of the car, my hand tightly gripping the armrest as we sped through the darkened streets. The weight of the mission hung heavy in the air, but there was a quiet assurance in Ronan's gaze that calmed the storm inside me, if only for a moment."Ready?" he asked, his voice low but steady, like the calm before a violent storm.I nodded, even as my heart pounded in my chest. "Always."The night felt like a breath held too long like everything was on the edge of exploding, waiting for that first spark to set the fire alight. As we approached the first target, a luxurious mansion just on the outskirts of the city, I could feel the tension