Before Ezra even stepped off the helicopter, he could already see the commotion unfolding below. His men were swarming around someone like a colony of frantic ants. His brows furrowed deeply.“What the f*ck is going on?” he demanded, his voice laced with irritation, and his jaw tightening.“I’ll handle it right away, boss,” the pilot quickly assured him, glancing at his boss, who was intently watching the chaos below. A lump formed in the pilot’s throat as he noted the sheer fury in Ezra’s expression.Outside, his men were running back and forth, their hurried movements visible from the helicopter as it descended toward the estate’s private helipad.“Make it happen now! Those fuckers are doing shit behind my back!” Ezra barked his order, his voice sharp and commanding.Before the helicopter had even fully landed, Ezra jumped out, his long strides carrying him straight into his mansion. His heartbeat pounded against his ribs as he pushed forward, the urgent tension tightening his chest
Louelita woke up to a strange, heavy sensation on her chest. Her lashes fluttered slightly before her eyes fully opened, adjusting to the dim, warm glow of the grand chandelier hanging above her. The opulence of the room was still something she wasn’t used to—luxury was a foreign concept to her. Even though she had spent some time here, the sheer elegance surrounding her still made her feel out of place.For a moment, she lay still, her body stiff, trying to gather her thoughts. But when she attempted to move, she realized she couldn’t. A warm weight was pressing against her chest, restricting her movements. Confused, she turned her head slightly, and that was when she saw him.Ezra.Her breath hitched in her throat, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs. He was right beside her—close enough that she could feel the gentle rise and fall of his breathing.Why is he here?She wanted to say something—to call his name, to wake him up—but her voice refused to cooperate. Her lips part
Ezra Slain’s patience was already dwindling when he heard the familiar, almost playful voice of one of his men.“Boss, we called you about ten times after our plane landed. I’m guessing you were a little... preoccupied with the Lady, which is why you didn’t answer our calls.”It was Primo who spoke, his voice carrying a teasing lilt.Louelita, seated quietly beside Ezra, turned to look at the four men standing in front of them. This was the first time she’d truly paid attention to their faces, and now that she did, she couldn’t help but notice how eerily similar they looked. Their features, their expressions—everything about them screamed familiarity.They’re brothers, she thought. They have to be.Before she could dwell on it any further, Ezra’s sharp voice cut through the air like a blade.“I didn’t hear my phone ring. Don’t make me look like a fool—I’m not an idiot like you,” he snapped, leveling a cold glare at the four men, who merely shook their heads in feigned disbelief.Lolit
“Are you absolutely sure it’s safe for me to be out in public?” Louelita asked again, her voice laced with uncertainty as she fidgeted in her seat.Ezra, who had already reassured her several times, let out a soft chuckle. He understood her anxiety and had no intention of making her feel guilty about it. His grip tightened slightly on the steering wheel as he turned to glance at her.“Your disguise is flawless, Vita Mia. No one will recognize you, I promise,” he said with unwavering confidence.Louelita lowered her gaze to her lap, lightly tracing the fabric of the simple yet elegant dress she wore. Unlike her usual attire, today she had been completely transformed—her hair was tucked beneath a short wig, her natural eye color concealed by contact lenses, and a touch of professional makeup added just enough to alter her usual features. The effort Ezra had put into this was extensive. He had even hired a professional stylist and a makeup artist, both of whom were members of his Mafia.
Louelita took a step back, her brows knitting together as she turned to look at Ezra with wide, incredulous eyes. “Wait… I thought we were going to the mall?” she asked, her voice laced with confusion.Ezra smirked, the corner of his lips curving into a teasing grin. “Yes, Vita Mia, we are going to a mall,” he said smoothly. “But I never said it would be in the Philippines.”Louelita’s jaw nearly dropped as she stared at him in shock. “What?!”Ezra had orchestrated everything down to the finest detail—not for himself, but for her. He wanted this moment to be perfect, something unforgettable. He knew that Louelita had never traveled internationally like this before. It wasn’t just about the shopping trip; there was also a minor business transaction waiting for him at their destination. Still, the real reason was hers.“But… I don’t even have a passport! And I never planned on getting one,” Louelita protested, her voice rising in frustration as she walked beside him.Ezra suddenly stopp
“Boss! They’re not from our enemies!” Elio shouted into his earpiece as soon as he put it on. His team of hackers had just confirmed it—these attackers weren’t from the rival Mafia families they usually dealt with.Ezra gritted his teeth, his jaw tightening as his mind worked quickly. If these people weren’t sent by their Mafia enemies, then there was only one possible explanation—they were after Louelita.His expression darkened, and his sharp gaze immediately flicked toward the woman crouching near him. She had heard everything. Her wide eyes were locked on his, filled with shock and an undeniable trace of fear.“How the hell did they know Louelita was still alive?!” Ezra roared, his voice echoing amidst the chaos of gunfire.He turned fully toward her, his face softening slightly as he noticed the fear creeping onto her features. His protective instincts kicked in, overriding everything else.“Don’t worry, Vita Mia,” he reassured her in a firm yet gentle tone. “Just stay hidden. We
“This is too much, Ez!” Louelita blurted out in frustration, her voice sharp with exasperation. She was gripping Ezra's wrist tightly, practically dragging him out of the luxurious restaurant’s entrance.Ezra, on the other hand, stood his ground. Despite the bandage still wrapped around his injured shoulder, he remained firm, refusing to be led away so easily. His determined stance contrasted with Louelita’s resistance as she kept tugging at him.“I said no! Why would I settle for cheap meals when my Vita Mia deserves the finest? Come on, let’s go inside!” Ezra countered, using his uninjured hand to gently but firmly hold her back.“But this fine dining place is too expensive! Do you realize how many starving children could be fed with the money you're about to waste on a single meal?” she argued, her tone laced with frustration and concern.Louelita was a tech-savvy nerd, and with that came knowledge of various high-end establishments. Sublimotion—one of the most expensive restaurant
“BOSS! The Queen is calling out your name!” The man spoke urgently, fingers brushing the earpiece behind his ear as his sharp gaze swept the surroundings. He had been present at the auction, watching, waiting, and anticipating any move from their enemies.Across the dimly lit room, the one they called boss slowly lifted his gaze. His steel-gray eyes, cold and unyielding, gleamed like sharpened blades in the dark.“Kill everyone inside that goddamn house,” he ordered, his voice like ice. “I’m bringing my Queen back to our palace—without a single scar.”“Roger, Boss!” his men responded through the earpiece, their voices filled with unwavering loyalty.The mafia boss, his expression unreadable, took a slow, deliberate glance around, his blood boiling with rage within. How dare they? They had taken his Queen—his atonement, his salvation—from him. She belonged at his side—safe, untouched, and revered. Yet these fools had dared to lay their filthy hands on her.Unforgivable.“Boss! They’r
“This is too much, Ez!” Louelita blurted out in frustration, her voice sharp with exasperation. She was gripping Ezra's wrist tightly, practically dragging him out of the luxurious restaurant’s entrance.Ezra, on the other hand, stood his ground. Despite the bandage still wrapped around his injured shoulder, he remained firm, refusing to be led away so easily. His determined stance contrasted with Louelita’s resistance as she kept tugging at him.“I said no! Why would I settle for cheap meals when my Vita Mia deserves the finest? Come on, let’s go inside!” Ezra countered, using his uninjured hand to gently but firmly hold her back.“But this fine dining place is too expensive! Do you realize how many starving children could be fed with the money you're about to waste on a single meal?” she argued, her tone laced with frustration and concern.Louelita was a tech-savvy nerd, and with that came knowledge of various high-end establishments. Sublimotion—one of the most expensive restaurant
“Boss! They’re not from our enemies!” Elio shouted into his earpiece as soon as he put it on. His team of hackers had just confirmed it—these attackers weren’t from the rival Mafia families they usually dealt with.Ezra gritted his teeth, his jaw tightening as his mind worked quickly. If these people weren’t sent by their Mafia enemies, then there was only one possible explanation—they were after Louelita.His expression darkened, and his sharp gaze immediately flicked toward the woman crouching near him. She had heard everything. Her wide eyes were locked on his, filled with shock and an undeniable trace of fear.“How the hell did they know Louelita was still alive?!” Ezra roared, his voice echoing amidst the chaos of gunfire.He turned fully toward her, his face softening slightly as he noticed the fear creeping onto her features. His protective instincts kicked in, overriding everything else.“Don’t worry, Vita Mia,” he reassured her in a firm yet gentle tone. “Just stay hidden. We
Louelita took a step back, her brows knitting together as she turned to look at Ezra with wide, incredulous eyes. “Wait… I thought we were going to the mall?” she asked, her voice laced with confusion.Ezra smirked, the corner of his lips curving into a teasing grin. “Yes, Vita Mia, we are going to a mall,” he said smoothly. “But I never said it would be in the Philippines.”Louelita’s jaw nearly dropped as she stared at him in shock. “What?!”Ezra had orchestrated everything down to the finest detail—not for himself, but for her. He wanted this moment to be perfect, something unforgettable. He knew that Louelita had never traveled internationally like this before. It wasn’t just about the shopping trip; there was also a minor business transaction waiting for him at their destination. Still, the real reason was hers.“But… I don’t even have a passport! And I never planned on getting one,” Louelita protested, her voice rising in frustration as she walked beside him.Ezra suddenly stopp
“Are you absolutely sure it’s safe for me to be out in public?” Louelita asked again, her voice laced with uncertainty as she fidgeted in her seat.Ezra, who had already reassured her several times, let out a soft chuckle. He understood her anxiety and had no intention of making her feel guilty about it. His grip tightened slightly on the steering wheel as he turned to glance at her.“Your disguise is flawless, Vita Mia. No one will recognize you, I promise,” he said with unwavering confidence.Louelita lowered her gaze to her lap, lightly tracing the fabric of the simple yet elegant dress she wore. Unlike her usual attire, today she had been completely transformed—her hair was tucked beneath a short wig, her natural eye color concealed by contact lenses, and a touch of professional makeup added just enough to alter her usual features. The effort Ezra had put into this was extensive. He had even hired a professional stylist and a makeup artist, both of whom were members of his Mafia.
Ezra Slain’s patience was already dwindling when he heard the familiar, almost playful voice of one of his men.“Boss, we called you about ten times after our plane landed. I’m guessing you were a little... preoccupied with the Lady, which is why you didn’t answer our calls.”It was Primo who spoke, his voice carrying a teasing lilt.Louelita, seated quietly beside Ezra, turned to look at the four men standing in front of them. This was the first time she’d truly paid attention to their faces, and now that she did, she couldn’t help but notice how eerily similar they looked. Their features, their expressions—everything about them screamed familiarity.They’re brothers, she thought. They have to be.Before she could dwell on it any further, Ezra’s sharp voice cut through the air like a blade.“I didn’t hear my phone ring. Don’t make me look like a fool—I’m not an idiot like you,” he snapped, leveling a cold glare at the four men, who merely shook their heads in feigned disbelief.Lolit
Louelita woke up to a strange, heavy sensation on her chest. Her lashes fluttered slightly before her eyes fully opened, adjusting to the dim, warm glow of the grand chandelier hanging above her. The opulence of the room was still something she wasn’t used to—luxury was a foreign concept to her. Even though she had spent some time here, the sheer elegance surrounding her still made her feel out of place.For a moment, she lay still, her body stiff, trying to gather her thoughts. But when she attempted to move, she realized she couldn’t. A warm weight was pressing against her chest, restricting her movements. Confused, she turned her head slightly, and that was when she saw him.Ezra.Her breath hitched in her throat, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs. He was right beside her—close enough that she could feel the gentle rise and fall of his breathing.Why is he here?She wanted to say something—to call his name, to wake him up—but her voice refused to cooperate. Her lips part
Before Ezra even stepped off the helicopter, he could already see the commotion unfolding below. His men were swarming around someone like a colony of frantic ants. His brows furrowed deeply.“What the f*ck is going on?” he demanded, his voice laced with irritation, and his jaw tightening.“I’ll handle it right away, boss,” the pilot quickly assured him, glancing at his boss, who was intently watching the chaos below. A lump formed in the pilot’s throat as he noted the sheer fury in Ezra’s expression.Outside, his men were running back and forth, their hurried movements visible from the helicopter as it descended toward the estate’s private helipad.“Make it happen now! Those fuckers are doing shit behind my back!” Ezra barked his order, his voice sharp and commanding.Before the helicopter had even fully landed, Ezra jumped out, his long strides carrying him straight into his mansion. His heartbeat pounded against his ribs as he pushed forward, the urgent tension tightening his chest
Louelita bit the inside of her lower lip, her discomfort evident as the maids and guards continued to stand before her, waiting for her order. Their expectant gazes made her shift uneasily in her chair. Why were they treating her like she was made of delicate glass, something that could shatter with the slightest mishandling?She just wanted a safe place to rest, heal, and regain her strength. But Ezra had given her so much more. He was treating her as if she were royalty. The maids fluttered around her, their eyes lowered in deference. Even the armed men who guarded the estate seemed ready to bend over backward for her, waiting for the slightest hint of a command to fulfill. It was overwhelming.With a sigh, Louelita finally waved a hand, dismissing them wordlessly. She didn’t need anything. She just wanted to be left alone, but they hesitated, still lingering nearby as if afraid to turn their backs on her.Ezra must have given them strict orders.It had been Ezra himself who had car
Ezra’s patience was wearing thin. He was pissed at everyone.For the past few days, Louelita had been deliberately avoiding him, and he knew exactly why. Omar. His right-hand man had a way of saying things that made the woman uncomfortable. She was keeping her distance—not out of resentment, but because she wanted him to focus on his work.But how could he concentrate when she was constantly in his thoughts?“F*ck,” he muttered under his breath, leaning back in his chair, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.The maids had been talking. He overheard them whispering about how Louelita had accidentally listened in on his conversation with Omar the day before.And now, she probably thought she was a burden to him.Ezra clenched his jaw. That’s not true. If anything, she was the reason he worked harder. The thought of her—her quiet presence, her careful way of speaking, her scent that lingered in his bedroom even when she wasn't there—motivated him to finish his work quickly and return