Ezra Velleoti had always sought solace in the sea. It was the only place that gave him a sense of peace, a refuge from the suffocating demands of his work.
As the leader of the Velleoti Mafia, his life was a relentless cycle of violence, deception, and power plays. But out here, away from the chaos of the city and the bloodstained dealings of the underworld, he could breathe. The sound of the waves, whether calm or raging, was a melody to him. The endless horizon stretching before him reminded him of freedom—something he rarely experienced. Sitting on the deck of his yacht, he sipped his vodka, allowing the alcohol to burn his throat as he gazed at the vast expanse of blue. The sun was high in the sky, its golden rays bathing his skin in warmth. His black sunglasses shielded his eyes, and he leaned back, letting the tranquility of the moment seep into his bones. He enjoyed these brief escapes, venturing out to sea for three to five days at a time. No one knew of his private beach house except for Omar, his right-hand man—the only person he trusted with his life. At thirty-four, Ezra no longer sought fleeting pleasures. He wasn’t interested in one-night stands or meaningless affairs. If he was going to let a woman into his life, she had to be someone who could shake him to his core. Someone who would make him rethink everything he had built, someone who could match his fire and his cold indifference at the same time. But so far, no woman has managed to stir anything in him. He sighed, rolling his neck to release some tension. His father had raised him alone after his mother—a Filipina—had abandoned them to chase after other men. He never held any hatred for her; he simply didn’t care. His father, now retired, lived peacefully in a secluded part of Italy, and they only met a few times a year. Their conversations were brief, but there was mutual respect. His father had taught him everything about their family's legacy—how to run their business, how to kill without hesitation, and most importantly, how to survive in a world where betrayal lurked in every shadow. Ezra lit a cigarette, taking a slow drag as he stared at the horizon. His thoughts drifted to the corruption that plagued the Philippines. He had long since accepted that this country was a breeding ground for filth—crooked politicians, criminals disguised as public servants, and the weak who allowed themselves to be exploited. “That's bullshit!” He muttered under his breath. “A swarm of idiots and fools.” As much as he despised the system, he had no intention of leaving. He had built his empire here, and despite the rot in its foundation, the Philippines was still home. He had his peace here, even in the midst of the dirt. And besides, he thrived in this environment. His mind wandered back to the last man who had dared to cross him. A poor fool who thought he could borrow money from the Mafia and walk away without paying his debts. Ezra had been merciful compared to others in his position—he had given the man a chance. But debts were debts, and in the end, the man had to learn his lesson. A smirk played on his lips as he exhaled a cloud of smoke. Some people never learned. Stretching his arms, he stood and moved toward the yacht’s controls. It was time to move. The sun was still glaring overhead, even though it was past two in the afternoon. He adjusted his watch, shaking his head. Climate change was a bitch. Just as he was about to steer his yacht toward a shaded cove where he planned to grill some fish, something caught his eye—a dark shape floating in the water. His brows furrowed as he squinted against the sunlight. At first, he thought it was debris, but as he focused, he realized with a jolt that it was a body. “Motherfucker!” Ezra cursed, his grip tightening on the wheel. His instincts screamed at him to act fast. Without hesitation, he sped up the yacht, drawing closer to the drifting figure. As the boat neared, his heart pounded. It was a woman. His jaw tightened. Who the hell would throw a body into these waters? The sea was supposed to be his sanctuary, yet even here, he couldn’t escape the ugliness of the world. Ezra didn’t hesitate. He killed the engine and dove into the water. The sudden coldness enveloped him, but he pushed forward, swimming toward the lifeless form. As he reached her, his heart clenched. She was small, delicate—her body battered, her clothes stained with blood. Long strands of dark hair floated around her like a ghostly veil. “Shit,” he muttered, wrapping his arms around her. He kicked hard, hauling her back toward the yacht. With a grunt, he lifted her onto the deck, his muscles straining. Breathing heavily, he ran a hand through his wet hair. “F*ck! Why do I have to do this again?” he groaned, irritated with himself. He could have ignored her, let her drift away into nothingness, but something inside him—something uncharacteristically human—refused to let him turn away. Then, he saw her face. His breath caught in his throat. She was... breathtaking. Even with bruises marring her skin, even with her lips pale from near-drowning, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Innocent. Fragile. Yet, there was something about her—something that sent a strange pulse through his veins. Ezra shook himself. Now wasn’t the time to be mesmerized. He checked her pulse, pressing his fingers against her neck. It was weak, but it was there. Without thinking, he tilted her head back and began mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. His lips pressed against hers, and an unexpected jolt shot through him, like a shock to his system. The sensation unsettled him. His body reacted in a way he didn’t anticipate. What the hell was this? “Damn it, don’t die on me,” he growled, pressing his hands against her chest and pumping hard. He repeated the motion, his pulse matching the urgency of his actions. Seconds stretched into eternity. Then— She coughed. Ezra’s eyes widened as water spilled from her lips. He quickly turned her onto her side, letting her expel the liquid from her lungs. She gasped, her body convulsing as life returned to her. But her eyes remained shut. “Bloody hell,” he muttered, running a hand down his face. His relief was quickly overshadowed by his growing concern. He wasn’t a doctor, but he knew she was in bad shape. Lifting her easily, he carried her inside his yacht’s cabin and laid her on his bed. As he peeled off her wet clothes, his jaw tightened at the sight of the blood seeping from a bullet wound near her ribs. His eyes darkened. “Who the hell did this to you?” he muttered, his voice dangerously low. Whoever had tried to kill her had left her to die at sea, but she had somehow survived. That meant she was either incredibly lucky—or incredibly strong. His instincts told him she was the latter. Grabbing his phone, he dialed Omar. His voice was sharp and commanding. “Omar! Get my doctor to the mansion. Now. And send a goddamn helicopter!” “Yes, boss.” Ezra ended the call, his gaze returning to the unconscious woman. He clenched his fists. Whoever had done this to her had made a grave mistake. Because now, she belonged to him. And Ezra Velleoti never let go of what was his.Omar hesitated, gripping his phone tightly, his voice unsure as he spoke. “B-But, Boss—”Ezra's patience was extremely limited. He didn’t have time for objections. “Are you questioning my decisions, Omar?” His voice pierced the phone like a sharp instrument.Immediately, Omar shook his head, though his boss couldn’t see him. “No, boss. But what if our enemies track down your beach house? I’m just being cautious.”Ezra clenched his jaw, his grip on the phone tightening to the point where the device nearly cracked under the pressure. “Come here right away and bring that damn doctor! I don’t give a damn about my safety. Bring our men if that makes you feel better!” he barked, his fury barely contained.A sigh came from the other end of the line before Omar answered. “Understood, boss. We’ll be there in ten minutes.”Ezra didn’t wait for him to hang up. He had already ended the call, his focus shifting back to the unconscious woman lying on his bed.Her hands were ice-cold in his grasp, h
The sharp crack of Ezra’s furious voice echoed through the dimly lit bedroom.“What did you do?” he roared, his grip tightening around the doctor’s collar. The terrified physician gasped as Ezra yanked him closer, nearly lifting him off his feet.On the bed behind them, the woman convulsed violently, her body wracked with seizures. The doctor desperately wanted to help her, but Ezra’s rage had him paralyzed in place, his face flushed with unbridled fury.Omar, Ezra’s right-hand man, stepped forward, attempting to intervene.“Boss, let the doctor go,” he urged, his tone calm but firm. “How is he supposed to treat her if you’re holding him like that?”Ezra’s chest heaved with heavy breaths, his sharp gaze snapping to Omar. For a tense moment, it seemed like he might lash out at his subordinate as well. His fingers trembled with the force of his anger, knuckles white as they clutched the doctor’s collar.Finally, with a growl of frustration, he shoved the doctor backward. The older man s
Louelita had no idea she was trapped in a nightmare.She stood frozen, staring at a heartbreaking scene from her past—her younger self, a frail little girl, curled up on the cold, filthy floor, shielding her bruised body from the people who were supposed to love and protect her."Tatay, Nanay… please, stop…” The five-year-old sobbed, her tiny hands trembling as she tried to block the next blow.At such a tender age, she had already learned the cruelest truths about the world. The father who was supposed to guide her was nothing more than an addict who, whenever intoxicated by drugs, lashed out at her and her mother. And her mother? She was a gambler who, whenever she lost, directed her fury at her child.The poor girl had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Her body was so thin, so fragile, that if she were to break, there would be nothing left of her. The bruises that marred her skin were proof of the merciless treatment she endured. Her parents, if they could even be considered such, h
Ezra sat on the plush leather couch in his dimly lit office, the soft glow of the television reflecting off his sharp features. The news broadcast droned on in the background, but his focus was on the woman lying unconscious in the bedroom next to his.It was Omar who had insisted he watch the report. The screen showed an elderly nun in an interview, her face etched with worry."She's been missing for weeks now," the nun said, her voice trembling. She was a kind and quiet girl. She was always so polite and grateful. She never spoke of enemies. I helped raise her along with my sisters in the orphanage. We only want her to come home safely."Ezra exhaled through his nose and turned off the TV. So, someone had reported her missing. That was expected. But what truly disturbed him was what the nun had said-Louelita had no known enemies.That was a lie.Someone had tried to kill her.And Ezra intended to find out who.Omar, his right-hand man, remained standing by the doorway, his expressio
“Boss, I’m sorry. I couldn’t stop him. That bastard took off with a huge amount of money,” Omar reported, his face twisted with frustration as he addressed Ezra.Ezra didn’t react immediately. This kind of problem was nothing new, and the solution was simple. Yet, Omar insisted that he handle it personally.“Our accountant stole a hundred million, boss. He also took some important documents that—”“Shut up, Omar!” Ezra’s voice cut through like a blade, stopping him mid-sentence. “There’s a reason you’re my right-hand man! This is a minor issue. Do I have to figure it out on my own?!”Ezra’s rage crackled in the air like a brewing storm. If he ever found someone as efficient and loyal as Omar, he’d likely fire him—and kill him for good measure. Right now, his patience was wearing dangerously thin.Sleep. That’s all he wanted. A rare, peaceful sleep. But his useless subordinates had disturbed him for something this trivial.He had been sleeping soundly just moments ago—no, not just slee
Ezra’s patience had long since worn thin.Anger wasn't the only thing burning inside him—hatred, fury, and an insatiable need to make the bastard in front of him suffer clawed at his insides. His jaw clenched, his grip tightening around the hilt of his knife as he stared at the trembling man on his knees.Ezra had blown up the yacht, expecting the traitor to go down with it. But somehow, against all odds, the f*cker survived. He should’ve been dead. Ezra made sure of it. Yet here he was, caught again by his men after trying to escape. The audacity.The cellar was deathly silent, save for the ragged breathing of the man before him. The air was thick with the scent of blood and burnt flesh, the walls stained with proof of Ezra’s past punishments.His voice was a quiet storm when he spoke.“You’ve got some nerve.” His tone was dangerously calm. “Is life so meaningless to you that you keep throwing it away?”The man’s whole body trembled, his face already bruised and bloodied from the bea
The first thing Khione Louelita saw when she opened her eyes was a blurred vision of a grand chandelier, its golden fixtures reflecting the soft glow of warm light. Her eyelashes fluttered as she tried to shut her eyes again, but they wouldn’t stay closed.A sharp, throbbing pain spread through her skull. She groaned, a weak sound escaping her lips as her senses slowly returned. The ache in her body was overwhelming—every limb, every inch of her skin felt battered.She tried to move, pushing herself up from the bed, but the moment she did, her muscles screamed in protest. She collapsed back onto the plush mattress with a pained gasp. Her hands roamed over her body instinctively, fingers tracing over the source of the pain.She felt something on her nose. Oxygen tubing.Her brows furrowed as she reached up and yanked it off. Her breath hitched slightly as she tried to remember what had happened. A bullet. No—multiple bullets.The fog in her mind started to clear. She sucked in a breath
"What the hell do you think you're doing?! Do you have a death wish? Damn it! I went through all this trouble to save you, and now you're just trying to get yourself killed?!" The man's furious voice rang out, filled with frustration and urgency as he glared at Louelita. "You owe me your life, so you better stay alive and stay with me!"Louelita froze at the sudden outburst, her body stiffening in the stranger's strong grip. It wasn't just his loud voice that had her attention but also the striking features of his face-sharp yet refined, his expression hardened by irritation and anger. The contrast between his handsome, almost gentle appearance and his current rage was startling.Before she could react, the man turned to the trembling truck driver. "You! Get the hell out of here before I decide to crush your truck to dust!" His voice was filled with a dangerous authority, his sharp red eyes gleaming with a barely contained fury.The driver, already pale with fear, wasted no time. He h
“Are you sure about this, Ez?” Louelita asked nervously, pacing back and forth in the grand suite. Her hands kept adjusting the intricate folds of the gown she was wearing, a nervous habit she couldn't suppress.The woman was draped in a stunning modern Filipiniana-style black ball gown, its fabric cascading elegantly to the floor, adorned with exquisite gold beading that shimmered under the soft lighting. Every stitch of the dress had been carefully designed to complement the regal presence she was about to command. Around her neck and ears gleamed a set of diamond jewellery, gifts from Ezra. He had provided her with everything she could ever need, and though she still struggled to accept the extravagance, she couldn’t deny the beauty of it all.Their outfits had been meticulously coordinated—her gown perfectly complementing Ezra’s sharp black tuxedo, making them look like royalty about making a grand entrance.The entire setup was complete. Tonight was the night their plans would un
The harassment from her parents has happened multiple times now. Again and again, they kept showing up, beseeching, pleading, and trying to manipulate her into giving in. Louelita was exhausted. She was so tired of facing them, tired of hearing their desperate excuses, especially now that they were practically on their knees, groveling to avoid prison.Ezra stood in front of her, as usual, his imposing figure shielding her from the two wretched people who had the audacity to call themselves her parents. His sharp, icy stare bore into them, utterly unimpressed by their theatrics. It was a Sunday morning, a time when most couples would be enjoying a peaceful moment together. But not them. Not when these people refused to let her be.“We don’t want anything to do with you two.” Ezra’s voice was calm, but the venom in his tone was unmistakable. “For people like you, jail is the best option. You only have yourselves to blame for selling and using drugs.”He rolled his eyes in disgust. He m
Louelita felt like she was floating on air as they arrived at Ezra’s house. She couldn’t stop smiling, even in the presence of other people. It was as if nothing else mattered in that moment, as if the world had faded into the background.Ezra had confessed his feelings for her.She sat in the garden, basking in the afterglow of that revelation, waiting for him to return. He had temporarily retired to his office, but he had assured her that he would return by three in the afternoon. She had been enveloped in a dreamy haze since they had arrived in the Philippines at precisely noon, and she had been giggling to herself like a fool as she consumed her lunch.“Our Queen Lou is in a fantastic mood,” Vito teased, grinning at her knowingly.Louelita responded with nothing but a dreamy smile, her mind still stuck on Ezra’s words.“It seems like we don’t exist in her world right now, brother,” Primo added, shaking his head in amusement.Despite the bruises and split lips they had suffered fro
Since they arrived at his father’s house, Louelita had been hugging Ezra. This house was in the middle of nowhere, and it was guarded by a large number of guards. Ezra decided to spend the entire night here because it was too arduous for his wife.After introducing Louelita to the old man, the old man and Louelita spoke with each other. Even though the old man looked stern, his heart was soft, especially to those like Louelita.“Cazzo! You shouldn't just shoot them in the back of the head. They nearly auctioned off my daughter-in-law! Tell me you didn’t just leave that building without destroying it?!” The old man was also very supportive of his son and was not impoverished.Louelita only listened and only answered when the old man spoke to her. She trusted only Ezra, so the man’s father understood why Louelita was like this.Ezra had also explained and told his father about the woman on the phone. Ezra’s father was also the one who enlightened the man about his feelings for Louelita.
Ezra and his men arrived at the exact location where Louelita was being held. His movements were swift and determined as he stepped off his plane, which he had independently piloted, barely touching the ground. His entire aura was dark, radiating an ominous presence that sent shivers down the spines of his men. Rage consumed him, his entire body trembling from the sheer force of his fury.When Ezra was this enraged, rational thought was beyond him. His men knew better than to meet his gaze, moving swiftly to execute his orders without hesitation. They took their positions, each prepared for the bloodbath that was about to unfold. Omar and the Alessio siblings were present as well. Though wounded from previous battles, the Alessio brothers had insisted on coming. They needed to atone for their past failure to protect Ezra and Louelita.“I want every single person involved in running this auction dead,” Ezra ordered coldly. His voice was void of emotion, but the weight of his words made
Ezra was in a blind rage.“Fuck! This is bullshit! A bunch of idiots!” he roared, his voice echoing through the lavishly furnished room. His men stood before him, heads bowed in silent submission. They knew better than to speak when their boss was in this state. Each of them bore injuries, wounds inflicted not only by the enemy but by Ezra himself.Bandages covered their heads, bruises marked their faces, and some had limbs in casts. Vito and Elio had their shoulders wrapped in slings, while Primo leaned on crutches, a bullet wound in his leg slowing him down. Inizio clutched his side, where a gunshot had barely missed a vital organ. Their bodies were battered, and their egos even more so.But none of that mattered.What mattered was that they had failed their boss.Worse, they had lost her.They hadn’t expected the enemy’s ambush. Hired assassins and rival factions had come for them simultaneously, swarming the vehicles carrying Louelita. They had been outnumbered, underarmed, and un
Inside the orphanage, Louelita’s guards remained vigilant. They were under strict orders from Ezra—protect Louelita at all costs. The atmosphere inside was lively, with children laughing and running around as they received toys and food from her. Their eyes sparkled with joy, their small hands clutching onto the gifts like precious treasures. Seeing their excitement warmed Louelita’s heart.She was disguised as always. Today, she wore striking blue contact lenses, a large mole strategically placed on the right side of her nose, and a wig that framed her delicate face. Despite the disguise, she carried herself with elegance, effortlessly interacting with the orphans as if she belonged there.Yet, inside, Louelita was struggling to keep her emotions in check. She had to bite the inside of her cheek to suppress the overwhelming urge to cry. She had never expected to see these familiar faces again. Walking into this place had been a gamble, and her heart pounded with anxiety at the though
Louelita stretched her limbs, her body feeling light and free. A soft smile formed on her lips as she stared at the ceiling, lost in her thoughts.She was grateful.Grateful that Ezra had saved her.Her life now was significantly better than before, when she had been all alone—drifting without direction, surviving rather than living. Now, she had a place where she felt safe, where she wasn’t constantly looking over her shoulder.Yesterday, they had just returned from Spain.Before coming home, they had traveled around, visiting different places. Their last stop had been La Concha, a breathtaking beach with golden sand stretching as far as the eye could see. They had dined at a restaurant overlooking the vast ocean, the waves shimmering under the afternoon sun.Louelita had been captivated by the view, her heart swelling with awe. She hadn’t been able to put into words how beautiful it was, so instead, she had done the next best thing—she had taken countless photos.She didn’t own a ph
Ezra carefully adjusted Louelita in the car seat, his firm hands steadying her as she bit her lower lip, her entire face burning with embarrassment. She turned away, hiding herself from his gaze.Who wouldn’t be mortified? The events of the previous night were still fresh in her mind, no matter how much she had tried to push them away. Even in her intoxicated state, she had been fully aware of what had transpired between them. And now, the worst part—she could barely walk. Every inch of her body ached, a constant reminder of her reckless surrender.Ezra, noticing her discomfort, let out a deep chuckle, his lips curling into an amused smirk. He gently guided her down into the seat, but as soon as she was settled, she immediately buried her face in his chest, as though she could hide from the world.“Don’t laugh at me! Such behavior is humiliating!” she mumbled, her voice muffled against his firm torso.Ezra’s laughter only deepened as he ran his fingers through her silky hair, enjoying