The moment was fraught with tension as Lucretia turned around, her heart pounding in her chest. There he was, standing beside the table, his eyes blazing with anger. She could feel his presence like a dark cloud, looming over her before her eyes met him. Her body went rigid and tense. What was he doing there? How did he find her? She wondered as her face paled and clammed, her forehead glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Her eyes widened and her lips parted slightly, as she tried to catch her breath. The terror she felt was palpable, radiating from every inch of her body as she stared at him with unblinking eyes. "What are you doing here?" She asked, trying hard to compose herself, but her hands still trembled. "You should leave""Get up, Lucretia!" He commanded, his voice as cold as the night. "Do not make me ask again""I am not going anywhere with you. I'm here with my date and I need you to leave before he returns!"The tension in the air was like a live wire waiting to spar
β’β’|NEXT MORNING|β’β’As Rosana hung up the phone, she felt a knot forming in her stomach. Her mother's voice had been hesitant, almost evasive, as she avoided the subject once again. Aria was hiding something and it made her scared and on edge not knowing what it was. They had planned to meet after she disclosed she had something to say to her. It was some truth she wanted to reveal before her father did, but then, they couldn't meet. Whenever she pressed for details during their numerous phone calls, her mother deflected her questions, sounding more and more nervous with each passing second. And whenever she tried to speak, her voice trembled, almost sounding like she was on the verge of tears. Rosana could hear the distress in her voice, even as she tried to sound casual and upbeat. She was hiding something, that much was certain. But why? What could be so terrible that it had reduced her mother to that state?"My lady, is anything the problem?" She immediately doused the disturbi
"Vicenta was only twelve years old but she endured worseβall the pain, all the hardships. It was so heartbreaking to see but I was always there to pick her up when she passed out cold. I always tended to her wounds and sneaked in food and medication but I had my own duties and could not stay longer until she regained consciousness."Carmencita paused, her watery eyes glazed over as if looking through the objects around her. She wiped off her tears with the back of her hand but more kept rolling down uncontrollably. Rosana could feel her pain because she also was on the verge of shedding tears. Without words, she leaned closer and covered her trembling hand with hers, soothingly. Whatever she was feeling now must've been very much worse back then. "Finally, I got the chance to speak with her but she shut me out and would not listen to whatever I had to say. She blamed her late father and me for ruining her life and cursed the day we had her. She cursed us both for everything and wishe
β’β’β’Flashback continuesβ’β’β’Sergio took a deep, shuddering breath, and began to undress. His body was a masterpiece, each muscle rippling. He removed his shirt, his jacket, and his pants, revealing a body marred only by the scars of his upbringing. His face remained impassive as he disrobed, his movements deliberate.He gazed down at the girl lying unconscious from pain and exhaustion, her n@ked form revealing the wreckage of her young body. Bruises covered her skin, blood trickled from her wounds, a crimson evidence to her suffering and her limbs were twisted at unnatural angles. The sight of her, laid out before him like a sacrificial lamb, sent a wave of anguish crashing through his heart. Pressing his lips into thin line, he fisted his hands. He knew what his father expected of him, but every fiber of his being was rebelling against it. And yet, he had to comply. Lowering himself onto the table, he positioned himself above her. He then closed his eyes, shutting out the leering faces
"That's enough, Carmen, you did what every mother would have done. I'm sorry the Mistress had to go through all of that. I had forgiven you the moment I learned she was your daughter and you were only trying to protect her. I could not have you locked away and executed after everything you have done for me"Carmencita smiled softly as more tears rolled down her cheeks. "I did nothing for you, dear child. I was only carrying out my duties and was more than happy to take care of you. You reminded me of what I had lost and you made me feel alive once more, you made me feel like a mother. While I was away, I kept praying for you and that precious little one"Rosana gasped and her eyes widened. "You knew?"With a smile, she nodded. "A long time ago. From your increased appetite to your glowing appearance. Do not forget I observe a lot of things""And you never said anything. You... You never told the Mistress" Carmencita nodded and she furrowed her brows. "But why?""I was only trying to p
Enzo froze, disbelief and confusion clouding his vision. He had not expected the defiance to slip away, and to be replaced by submissionβLucretia, on her knees, calling him Master with her head lowered to the ground. When she spoke again, her voice was steady but he could still hear the pain. βYou have broken me all over again, Master. I was a fΓΈol to ever think I would one day be free and live a normal life where I can make my own choices and live with themβThe raging fire in his chest was doused by a wave of unexpected emotion. He stood there for a moment, his mind a tangled mess of emotions, warring against each other like two beasts locked in battle. Rage, confusion, desireβthey swirled together like a storm inside him, threatening to rip him apart.What was she doing?He moved towards her and stopped inches away from her face. She wouldn't look up at him so he pressed his cold fingers against her chin and pushed her face upwards to meet his. He searched her eyes, probing for si
Thankfully, they arrived at the villa soon enough and got out of the car. Enzo led her inside and stopped to ask the two maids they came across about Rosana. As they spoke, Lucretia couldn't help but notice how the girls blushed and smiled nervously at him. He returned the gesture by flashing one of his charming smiles as they walked away. The other maids they came across weren't an exception. They returned his compliments with a blush and seemed free around him. Did they know he was a devil in disguise? Certainly not. As they kept laughing and smiling, she felt a white-hot anger rising within her like a flame.It was nothing new that the female population was attracted to Enzo. He was like a magnet, drawing them in, and charming them with his easy smile and flattering words. She had seen the girls at the club, swooning whenever he went around and it never bothered her. But now, it felt like a knife was in her gut, twisting and slicing.No, no, she couldn't be jealous because he was
Munika clenched into fists as she paced in her dark, unkempt room, her eyes darting back and forth in panic. She had been so careful, so meticulous, but now her plan was in ruins, the Mistress nowhere to be found. Her phone rang and she rushed over to check the caller. With her heart pounding, she answered the call. "Tell me you have found that worthless soul"A deep, male voice responded. "I have not. She was discharged from the hospital before I arrived.""Well, she is not back here so she's gotta be somewhere, hiding. Are you certain she was discharged?""Yes.""Then, where did she go? She does not know anywhere else aside from this mansion and the confines of her master's bedroom." She paused and resumed pacing. "You need to find her, she could not have gone far""I hacked into the cameras, she was taken away by some soldiers."She stumbled backward, her eyes widening with fear. If she was taken by Sergio's men, that could only mean one thing: Vicenta, the Mistress was back and w
Enzo's mind reeled, struggling to process the revelation. The past and present collided, threatening to upend everythingβthe secrets she'd kept, the lies she'd told, and the truths she'd hidden, partially exposed. What more could she have hidden from him?Rio, oblivious to the turmoil raging within Enzo, happily jumped up from his seat. "Catch me if you can!" Then, he ran off.Enzo, familiar with the game, stood up and ran after him, trying to catch him. The sun-drenched playground echoed with Rio's laughter as they chased after each other. Suddenly, Rio's eyes sparkled with excitement, and he waved enthusiastically."MammΓ ! My MammΓ is here!" As Enzo's gaze followed him, his blood ran cold. Frozen in place, he watched as Lucretia walked towards the playground, her strides elegant, as always. She scanned the playground and once she found Rio, she smiled softly. "There you are!" The boy sprinted toward her with a ball in hand. "MammΓ , come see! I made a new friend, he saved me from
Rio stepped out of the room, his small frame trembling. He had watched the scene unfold through the window and though he hadn't seen everything, he knew the unknown man had saved him. He had defeated the bad man who now lay motionless on the ground.Enzo, sensing his presence, shifted his gaze from the lifeless man. His eyes locked on Rio and for a moment, he froze. Those eyes... They were identical to Lucretia's, deep green.His expression faltered as a flicker of emotion crossed his face. The resemblance was uncannyβthe same deep green that had haunted him for months. Memories came flooding back, but he locked them away and hardened his expression."Are you okay?" He asked and Rio nodded, taking small steps forward. "You should not be out here""Yes. Nana Silvana said to stay inside, but then, the bad man came." Nana Silvana? Enzo had thought the woman was the boy's mother. "You are safe now.""And the... And the bad man?"Enzo's expression softened. "He will never harm you again,
"Once I'm gone, lock the door from the inside," Silvana instructed Rio, her expression serious. "Do not go outside. Do you understand?""Yes, Nana." He nodded solemnly."Remember, do not open the door for anyone except your MammΓ or me." "Yes, Nana," Rio replied, his brows furrowed with concern. "Is MammΓ alright? I saw bruises on her face this morning"Silvana's face softened. Despite Lucretia's attempt to hide from the boy, he had noticed the bruises anyway. "She is... alright, dear, you do not have to worry about her. That is why you must stay safe inside and keep the door locked. I will be back in no time"With a reassuring smile, Silvana departed and Rio obediently did as instructed, his mind filled with worry. His mother's changed behavior troubled him and the fact that she wasn't herself anymore. The past few months had been filled with hushed conversations between Aunt Silvana and his mother who often whispered of "Paying the price" and that "He's coming for her." Rio could
NEXT MORNING~Lucretia stood at her kitchen sink, bracing herself against the cool countertop. The trembling of her hands subsided slowly as she gripped the edge of the sink, her head bowed in exhaustion. She couldn't sleep the whole night as the image of the men who had attacked her kept flashing in her mind, including the mysterious man who had saved her. Her thoughts swirled, reliving the terror of the alley. Each memory triggered a fresh wave of fear that made her stomach churn. She retched, but nothing came up. Her fingers instinctively went to the tender skin of her neck where Domingo had gripped her and she winced at the haunting memories it brought back.Enzo should've killed her at once, instead of letting her live. She had felt the life draining out of her when he encircled his fingers on her throat, but then his hands had fallen limp as he slipped away.Attempting to calm her racing heart, she forced herself to breathe deeply. If not for the mysterious stranger, she'd be g
"No, it isn't!" Lucretia gritted and darted towards the narrow gap between two dumpsters. Before she could make it through, she was grasped by the hair and tossed harshly to the ground."Always thinking you're fucking smart" Domingo laughed and walked over to where she was now struggling to raise herself from the ground. He crouched in front of her and grasped her hair, pulling her head backward so she was now looking into his face."But you're not!" He added and landed a hard slap on her face that sent her back to the ground."What the fuck do you want from me?!?""From you? Oh, everything!" He replied languidly and grasped hair one more time."Why? I did as you fucking asked!""That's what I thought. Until I found out the mission was unsuccessful, you fucking failed" He responded and smacked her on the cheek once more. "And he is alive!"Lucretia spat our blood as she struggled to get up from the ground. "He's fucking dead, I saw it, you saw it. Unless you were fucking blind"Domin
The leather strap cracked against Alberto's back, the sound echoing through the room. His cries were all that was heard, his pleas for mercy drowned out by the relentless cracking of the belt. "You should have taken the throne," Sergio repeated, each word punctuated by another strike. His expression remained impassive, his eyes glinting with cold intensity.In rapt silence, the men who had been ordered out of the meeting room and the soldiers watched, witnessing Alberto's public downfall. They all knew Sergio was merely toying with him. An actual fight would've ended in minutes, with Alberto broken and covered in bruises. But instead of using his fists, the Don had chosen to wield his belt as a tool of discipline.The measured strikes, the steady pace, and Sergio's unruffled demeanor served as a potent reminder of his unshakable power and authority. This wasn't about vengeance, neither was it a punishment. It was a deliberate showcase of his supremacy."Please... forgive me! I am you
β’β’β’TWO WEEKS LATERβ’β’β’ β οΈπ΄ββ οΈTHE CAPITALπ΄ββ οΈβ οΈThe door to the meeting room swung open, and Sergio walked in, his presence grasping attention. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, his shirt crisp and white, his tie knotted to perfection. But it wasn't his impeccable attire that drew the eye. It was the cold aura that swirled around him like a dark cloud.As he entered, the room seemed to grow colder, the air thickening with an almost discernable sense of fear. The mafia members, dressed in tailored suits, felt a shiver run down their spines as their hearts raced in unison.Hastily, they scrambled to their feet with their heads bowed in terror and their eyes fixed on the floor. Not a sound was made and not a muscle twitched, as they froze in place. Sergio's gaze swept the room, his eyes lingering on each member. His face remained calm, but his eyes burned with an icy intensity that seemed to pierce the very souls of those before him.With deliberate slowness, he made
"It's a miracle!" The Doctor exclaimed, snapping him out of his thoughts. "The Don is awake, and we owe it to these two little champions"A sudden shiver ran down his spine, as though a cold breeze had swept through the room. But it wasn't the temperature that caused the shiverβit was the unmistakable sensation of being watched.He could feel a pair of eyes digging into his back, boring into his skin. The sensation was familiar, yet it sent a trail of shivers down his spine. Without turning around, Sergio listened to the Doctor who continued talking. As Sergio finally turned to face the room, his breath hitched in his throat. His eyes locked onto Rosana's, and time seemed to stand still. She was standing just a few feet away, her teary blue eyes fixed on him with an intensity that made his heart skip a beat. The children were with her, but his gaze was drawn only to Rosanaβhis Bambolina.In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the questions, not the doubts, not the fears. All that
In the depths of Sergio's subconscious, he had heard a faint whisper that echoed through the darkness. It was a soft, insistent voice, a gentle tug on the seams of his mind."PapΓ !""Daddy, wake up!" "We want you to eat lunch with us!"The voice was like a ray of sunlight, piercing the fog that shrouded his awareness. His subconscious stirred, ever so slightly, as the twins' words resonated deep within him. The voice grew louder, urgent, and more like a chorus."Please, Daddy, wake up! We miss you! We miss sharing your favorite sandwich with you!"Sergio's subconscious began to stir, like a sleeping giant awakening from a deep slumber. Memories of laughter, sunny days, and family meals together began to surface, tantalizingly out of reach.The twins' voices grew more insistent, piercing the veil of his unconsciousness. "Daddy, we love you! Come back to us!"At that moment, something shifted deep within his mind. A spark of recognition. As he slowly emerged from the darkness, it felt