Penelope stepped out of the cab, her heart still pounding from what she had overheard at Desmond’s house.
The cool night breeze did little to calm her racing thoughts as she made her way toward the villa’s entrance.She had to tell Brayden.She hesitated at the door, gripping the cold handle. Part of her still burned with resentment toward him for how he had treated her earlier, but this wasn’t about her.This was about Anya. If those men went through with their plan, Anya would be in danger, and she couldn’t live with herself if she didn’t do something to stop it.Exhaling shakily, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.The house was quiet. The usual staff had already retreated for the night, and the dim lighting cast long shadows across the marble floor.She walked up the grand staircase, her fingers gripping the railing tightly as she debated her next move.Would he even believe her?Would he care?Her hands curled into fists as sheBrayden stepped into the sleek conference room of the company, his sharp eyes scanning the table where his media team sat waiting. The air was thick with tension, each member sitting up straighter the moment he entered. The morning sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a golden glow over the polished glass table, but no one was relaxed enough to admire the view.Without a word, Brayden slid into his seat at the head of the table, adjusting the cuffs of his tailored suit. He exuded control, his every movement precise.“The gala,” he started, his voice calm but firm. “I want it scheduled for tonight.”Murmurs of surprise rippled through the room. One of the senior planners, a middle-aged man with glasses, hesitated before clearing his throat.“Tonight, sir?” he asked, shifting in his chair. “It was originally set for next week. Some of the arrangements—”“I don’t care about the original schedule,” Brayden interrupted, his tone clipped
Victoria Monroe sat on the plush couch in her penthouse suite, one leg crossed over the other, a glass of wine balanced delicately in her hand. The soft glow of the city lights filtered through the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows, but her focus was entirely on the television screen in front of her.A news anchor was mid-sentence, speaking with enthusiasm as images of Brayden Giovanni flashed across the screen.“During a press statement earlier today, billionaire CEO Brayden Giovanni clarified his relationship with socialite and businesswoman Victoria Monroe. Despite the circulating rumors, Mr. Giovanni stated that their interactions were purely business-related, putting to rest any speculation about a romantic connection.”Victoria’s fingers tightened around the stem of her wine glass.Her striking blue eyes darkened with anger as she replayed the words in her mind.Purely business.That bastard.She had spent so much time, carefully weaving hersel
Penelope entered her room, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a golden hue over the walls. She let out a quiet sigh, slipping off her heels, her body aching from the long day.But the moment her gaze landed on her bed, she froze.A neatly wrapped black box sat in the center of the mattress, its sleek ribbon tied in a perfect bow.Her heart skipped a beat.Slowly, she approached it, her fingers hesitantly reaching for the small white note placed on top.‘Wear this tonight.’The handwriting was bold, sharp, and unmistakable.Brayden.She exhaled, setting the note aside before carefully lifting the lid of the box.Inside, the most breathtaking dress she had ever seen lay folded perfectly. Black silk, smooth as water, adorned with delicate silver stones that shimmered under the light. The fabric felt cool beneath her fingertips as she lifted it, its weight luxurious yet light.Resting beside it were matching silver heels, diamond earrings,
Victoria Monroe stepped out of the steaming shower, the soft glow of candlelight flickering against the marbled bathroom walls. The scent of lavender and vanilla filled the air as she wrapped herself in a plush robe, letting her damp blonde curls cascade over her shoulders.As she stepped into her bedroom, her gaze landed on a small white envelope resting neatly on the glass table near her bedside.Her brows lifted slightly. She hadn’t heard anyone come in.Intrigued, she walked over, plucking the envelope between her manicured fingers.The wax seal was embossed with the emblem of Giovanni Industries.A slow smirk curled at her lips.So, they had pulled through after all.Victoria slid her finger beneath the seal, tearing it open with practiced ease. Inside was an elegantly designed invitation, the golden lettering spelling out the details of tonight’s grand gala.Her blue eyes flickered with satisfaction.Of course, she was already attending
Brayden stood near the back of the grand ballroom, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd as he mentally prepared himself for what was about to unfold. The night had been running smoothly so far, but the real event was just about to begin.The host of the gala, an older gentleman with graying hair and a distinguished presence, stepped onto the elevated stage at the far end of the room. He tapped the microphone twice, gathering the attention of the guests as the classical music in the background faded into silence.“Ladies and gentlemen,” the host began, his voice carrying across the room, “tonight, we celebrate not just wealth and power, but partnerships that shape the future of our industries. And to begin this prestigious evening, I would like to invite the man of the hour, our gracious host, and one of the most influential businessmen of our time—Mr. Brayden Giovanni.”A round of applause echoed through the room as all eyes turned toward him. Brayden adjusted his
Brayden had barely stepped away from the chaos of the gala when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out, his sharp gray eyes narrowing as he saw the name flashing across the screen.Victoria Monroe.His jaw tightened as he accepted the call, bringing the phone to his ear.“What do you want, Victoria?” His voice was flat, laced with irritation.A soft chuckle echoed through the line, her tone dripping with amusement. “Oh, Brayden, is that any way to greet your future wife?”His fingers curled into a fist at his side. “You’re delusional.”“Am I?” she mused. “Because I think you’ll find yourself very much engaged to me in the next few hours.”Brayden’s brows furrowed. “What the hell are you talking about?”Victoria hummed lightly. “Check your messages, darling. I sent you something interesting.”Brayden pulled the phone away from his ear and tapped into his inbox. A new message awaited him, and as soon as he clicked on it, his breath still
Brayden was seated in his office, swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand, when his phone buzzed on the desk. He glanced at the screen, his eyes narrowing at the blocked number.Without hesitation, he picked it up and swiped to open the message.“Tick tock, darling. Every second wasted is a second closer to your precious Penelope’s last breath. Make the right choice. Let’s not make this messy.”Victoria.His jaw clenched so tightly that a sharp ache spread through his temples.She was playing with fire.Brayden took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm. Anger clouded judgment, and he needed his mind sharp.He quickly forwarded the message to Luca, adding a simple yet deadly instruction.“Find Penelope within 24 hours or your head will roll like a dice on the floor.”Luca’s response was instant.“Already on it, boss. I won’t fail.”Brayden exhaled sharply, setting his whiskey aside. He didn’t have time to sit here drinking. There w
Brayden sat in his study, his fingers drumming rhythmically against the wooden surface of his desk. His gray eyes were cold, calculating, as he replayed the earlier confrontation with Victoria Monroe in his mind.She had been smug—too smug. The way she had carried herself, the confidence in her voice, the way she smirked as if she had already won.But she had made one fatal mistake.She had underestimated him.Brayden picked up his phone and dialed a secure number. The call barely rang twice before it was answered.“Boss?” came Luca’s voice, quiet but alert.“Follow her,” Brayden ordered, his tone clipped. “I want to know exactly where she goes. Keep your distance. Do not engage until I say so.”“Yes, sir,” Luca confirmed. “She won’t see us coming.”Brayden ended the call and leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly.If his instincts were right—and they always were—Victoria wasn’t going home to sulk. She was going straight to where she had hidden
Brayden leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming lightly against the table as he observed the men seated around him. The tension in the air was suffocating, thick with unspoken words and barely masked fear. He could feel their unease, the way their gazes flickered toward one another, silently questioning whether they had just made the biggest mistake of their lives.They had.The drugged whiskey he had just consumed was proof of their betrayal. But they didn’t know one thing—Brayden Giovanni was always ten steps ahead.Without a word, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, sending a quick message. The moment he hit send, the air shifted, a silent command that only his men would understand.Then, he spoke, his voice smooth but carrying the weight of a lethal warning. “Raphael.”The room remained still for a moment before the door to the private dining area opened, and Raphael walked in, a thick stack of documents tucked under his
Brayden sat in his office, his expression unreadable as he skimmed through reports, but his mind wasn’t on business. His instincts had been screaming at him for days, warning him that something bigger was coming. He could feel it in the air, in the way things were unfolding too perfectly for his enemies. He was waiting, watching, calculating his next move before they had the chance to strike. A knock at the door barely pulled his attention from his thoughts. When he called for the person to enter, Giorgio, one of his most trusted spies, stepped inside with a folder in his hands. He didn’t say a word as he placed it on the desk and slid it forward, his face tense. Brayden lifted a brow before picking up the file and flipping it open. The first thing he saw was a familiar name, and that alone made his grip on the paper tighten. Darla. His fingers curled around the edges of the page as he read through the details
The night settled heavily around the Giovanni estate, but Penelope was far from relaxed.Despite Brayden’s reassurances and the increased security, an unsettling feeling sat in her chest. The red X over her face in the photograph haunted her mind. Someone out there wanted her gone.Yet, amidst the danger, something unexpected had happened.Brayden had changed—or at least, her perception of him had.She had started to notice small things about him.The way his fingers tapped against a surface when he was deep in thought.The way he adjusted his cufflinks when he was frustrated.The way his gray eyes softened slightly when Anya was around.And the way his presence, for some reason, made her feel safe.She had spent the last few days carefully watching him—not because she was wary of him, but because she was beginning to understand him.Brayden wasn’t just some cold-hearted mafia boss.He was a man carrying more weight than anyone could see.
Brayden sat at his expensive desk, his sharp eyes scanning the documents spread out before him. The dim lighting of his office cast long shadows across the sleek mahogany surface, highlighting the cold, calculated expression on his face. His upcoming meeting with the business tycoons was one of the most crucial gatherings of the year. This was more than just business—it was about power. Influence. Control. He flipped through the agenda for the night, double-checking the security measures. Everything needed to be airtight. No surprises. No risks. The last thing he could afford was a mistake. His assistant, Raphael, stepped into the office, his usual composed demeanor slightly off, a hint of concern shadowing his features. “Sir, there’s been—” Before he could finish, Brayden’s phone rang. The shrill sound cut through the stillness of the office. Brayden’s eyes flickered to the screen. Penelope. S
Penelope sighed as she tucked the last of Anya’s stuffed animals into the storage box. The little girl had a habit of leaving her toys everywhere, but Penelope didn’t mind.Cleaning up after her was a small price to pay for the warmth she felt being around Anya.She wiped her hands on her dress and stepped back, admiring the neatness of the playroom.Finally, a moment to breathe.She made her way to the living room, collapsing onto the couch as she reached for the remote. The large flat-screen flickered to life, showing the evening news.She didn’t usually care for the news, but today, something kept drawing her to watch it and then; something caught her attention.The headline at the bottom of the screen read:“SERIAL KILLER STILL AT LARGE—NEW TARGETS IDENTIFIED”Penelope’s brows furrowed as the anchor continued.“…Authorities are warning the public to stay alert as the killer appears to be targeting specific individuals. Witnesses have described
The room was dimly lit, the heavy drapes drawn over the tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany table at the center. The air was thick with tension, the kind that came when powerful people gathered in secrecy to discuss matters that could alter lives. Three men and a woman sat in an orderly manner, their backs straight, their eyes darting toward the door every few seconds. The room was silent except for the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. Then—the door creaked open. The moment she stepped inside, the four of them immediately stood, their expressions shifting from unease to strict reverence. The woman walked in with graceful authority, her heels clicking against the floor, her presence commanding without needing to utter a single word. She was dressed in an elegant black pantsuit, her dark auburn hair cascading over her shoulders in controlled waves. Tonight, she was in charge. Witho
Brayden walked through the estate, his sharp eyes scanning the quiet hallways. It had been a long day, filled with endless meetings and business negotiations, but his mind wasn’t focused on work. It was on her. Penelope. Ever since she had shown him the recording of the traitorous guard, something inside him had shifted. She wasn’t just some woman staying under his roof—she had unknowingly become a part of his world. And that meant she needed his protection, whether she wanted it or not. As he neared the kitchen, the soft sound of laughter reached his ears. He stopped. It wasn’t just any laughter—it was Anya’s. And Penelope’s. Brayden stepped forward, pushing open the door. The sight before him made him pause. Penelope and Anya were seated at the kitchen island, decorating cupcakes. Anya had flour smeared across her cheek, her tiny fingers holding a frosting bag as
Penelope stirred awake in the middle of the night, feeling warmth on both sides of her body. As her eyes fluttered open, she realized she was still in Anya’s room, wrapped in the soft comforter with the little girl nestled against her chest.She turned her head slightly and saw Brayden lying on the other side of Anya, his arm draped protectively over his daughter. His breathing was deep and even, his usually sharp features softened in sleep.A strange warmth settled in Penelope’s chest. She had never seen him like this before—so unguarded, so human.For a moment, she just lay there, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest.But then reality settled in.She shouldn’t be here.Carefully, she peeled Anya’s tiny arms from around her waist and slipped out of bed. She stood slowly, making sure not to wake them, and tiptoed toward the door.The hallway was dimly lit, the estate unusually quiet at this hour. As she walked toward her room, she caught
Brayden Giovanni was a man who thrived on control. He built an empire by keeping his emotions in check, by ensuring that nothing—no one—distracted him from his goals.And yet, Penelope had become a distraction.Ever since he had rescued her, ever since he had carried her into his villa and kissed her when she was asleep, he hadn’t been able to get her out of his mind.That was a problem.A problem he intended to fix.So, he did what he always did—he buried himself in work.The moment he arrived at Giovanni Enterprises, Luca was already waiting for him outside his office.“Sir,” Luca greeted, falling into step beside him. “The board has called an urgent meeting. They want your input on the new marketing strategies before the campaign goes live.”Brayden adjusted his cufflinks, barely reacting. “What’s the issue?”Luca handed him a folder. “Some concerns about the branding approach. The marketing team is waiting in the conference room.”Brayden