CHAPTER ONE
“Ana…!” Luciana turned her head, her eyes scanning the crowded hall searching for the caller. There is only one person who calls her that… “I’ve been searching for you everywhere.” Her best friend, Emily exclaimed, slightly out of breath, when she finally reached Luciana's side. “Emily, nice to see you too. When did you arrive?” Luciana smiled warmly and hugged her friend “last night. Sorry, I should have given you a call.” “it’s okay. I thought you wouldn’t make it to the gala” “I can’t miss it for anything in the world.” Emily replied, laughing lightly. “plus I miss you, and boss wouldn’t pardon me for missing work too much.” Her eyes clouding with emotions. “that’s correct.” Luciana took two glass of champagne and handed one to her friend As they sipped their champagne, Emily’s expression turned serious. “How is your mom doing?” she asked, a look of concern all over her face. Luciana's eyes dropped, her shoulders sagging slightly as she replied, “She’s still in a vegetative state.” Emily's face fell, her eyes welling up with empathy. “I got your emails and texts. Did you talk to your dad about the nightmares?” Emily asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Luciana shook her head lightly, her eyes avoiding Emily's. For months now, Luciana has been constantly having dreams of being kidnapped by a masked man and taken to a strange house. At first, she thought it was the result of her overthinking about her mother’s condition and her state of financial crisis. But when it persisted, she knew something was wrong. And her father had become increasingly detached since her mother fell sick. Her hope of financial aid came alive when the charity gala was announced and Emily had urged her to attend. Maybe, just maybe, she could find someone with a heart of an angel to sponsor her mother’s hospital bill Emily's grip on her arm tightened. “You should. Maybe he…” Just then, Luciana's eye drifted across the room, her eyes locking onto a tall, dark-haired man in a black tuxedo. His piercing gaze sent a shiver down her spine. “Em, do you see that man staring at me?” she asked, her voice filled with fear. “what man?” Emily followed her gaze to the guests “The tall one, in the black tuxedo... He's looking straight at me” “ I don’t see anyone” Emily replied. Luciana's unease persisted. She knew what she saw. Emily placed a reassuring hand on Luciana's arm. "Stop worrying. You look stunning, and you're just drawing attention." Luciana forced a smile, trying to shake off the feeling. But her eyes drifted back to the strange man, his gaze still fixed on her. "you’re getting paranoid. Let's get some fresh air," Emily suggested, leading her to the balcony overlooking the city. The cool night breeze calmed Luciana’s nerves. She rested her arms on the balcony rails, admiring the beautiful view. “I don’t think my dad is in Columbia. I haven’t heard from him or seen him in months.” Luciana said. She looked at Emily whose attention was on her phone. “Emily?” “oh sorry. I was trying to book a reservation in an hotel for us to stay the night in.” Emily replied, putting her phone away “why do we need an hotel? Are we homeless?” Luciana asked, her eyes filled with questions. “um, I…” Just then, a waiter approached them with a tray of champagne flutes. "Courtesy of a gentleman," he said, offering Luciana a glass. “I..I already have one". She stammered "let me have that old one ma’am. He requested you have this." The waiter took her glass and left. Emily raised an eyebrow. "Well, looks like someone's interested." Luciana's unease grew. “I told you someone was watching me, you’re not taking this serious” “come on girl, you’re doing great. He’s probably just attracted to you okay?” “I want to go home.” Luciana handed her friend the glass of champagne “home? No girl. We need to get high and you especially need to get drunk. Let’s go back inside, the donations are about to begin”. As they moved through the crowd, Luciana knew for sure something wasn’t adding up. She couldn't shake off the thought of fear that slowly creeped into her. She tried to search for the strange man again, but he was gone. She heaved a sigh. Maybe Emily was right. She was paranoid. * * * * * * * The gala was now over and Luciana had too much to drink. She swayed, her vision blurring as she clutched Emily's arm. "I'm fine," Luciana slurred. "You can go home. I'll handle myself." Emily's eyes narrowed. “maybe you should.." she waved her hand dismissively, stumbling slightly. "I'm fine, Em. Go home." Emily wasn’t about to leave her there to herself. She pulled out her phone. "Okay, but I'll call you a cab." As Emily dialed, Luciana leaned against the wall, her eyes drifting shut. The sound of Emily's voice, ordering a taxi, faded into the background as Luciana’s head spun. Emily stepped onto the curb, waving down the taxi. It pulled over, and Emily helped her friend inside. "here, this is the address.” Emily scribbled something on the paper and handed it to the driver. “Make sure she gets home safe," Emily instructed the driver. As Luciana settled into the backseat, Emily closed the door. "Thanks, Em," she mumbled. But as the car sped away from the curb, Luciana realized something was off. The driver wasn't taking the usual route home. "Hey," she called out, trying to sit up straight, the effect of the alcohol still very much on her. “Where...where's the meter?" she stammered. As she leaned forward to see the drivers face, a hand from the passenger seat, clamped over her mouth, silencing her. Panic set in as Luciana struggled against her restraints. She tried to kick her legs, but they felt heavy, as if weighed down by invisible chains. she could feel herself slowly fading away The taxi screeched to a halt, and Luciana's world went dark. When she came to consciousness, she was disoriented, her head pounding. She tried to open her eyes, but they felt glued shut. She heard the door open. A faint scent of lavender wafted through the air, making her stomach churn. She tried to scream, but her voice was muffled by a tape covering her mouth. Her hands and feet were tied to a chair, and a piece of cloth was wrapped around her eyes. Luciana's heart racing, she struggled to free herself, but it was no use. She was trapped. The sound of footsteps echoed through the room, growing louder with each passing second. Luciana's skin crawled as a baritone, husky voice whispered in her ear: "Welcome to your new home." As the voice faded away, Luciana was left with only one thought: she was going to die. And then, everything went black.CHAPTER TWOAntonio Morano sat at the built-in-bar in his penthouse, gazing out at the city's twinkling landscape. The whiskey in his glass cast a golden glow, mirroring the turmoil brewing within. His mind drifted to the woman he'd seen earlier. Her innocent smile and haunting green eyes like a specter.six years ago, on this very day, his mother's assassination had shattered his world.The memory still seared his mind, his mother's lifeless body, the sound of gunfire, and the face of the culprit. The pain and anger had simmered, fueling his relentless pursuit of justice. Antonio's grip on the glass tightened. His revenge had been years in the making. He has waited for this day.Patience had become his virtue, the key to unraveling the past."Today's the start," he vowed, his voice low and deadly, as he opened a pack of cigarettes.With a swift motion, he downed the whiskey, feeling the burn course through his veins. The fire in his chest spread, fueling his determination.Just
CHAPTER THREE “Emily?” Luciana’s eyes widened with joy as Emily approached her. "Oh Emily, I'm so glad you're here," she exclaimed, relief washing over her. "How did you find me? The taxi...that night..." Emily's expression was somber, her eyes filled with a mix of worry and guilt. " oh Ana! I got here as soon as I heard," she said softly. Luciana's gaze pleaded with Emily. "Come untie me. Let's get out of here, please." “oh yes, of course.” Emily walked to her and lowered herself as if trying to loosen the ropes tying her feet. Then she paused, look up at Luciana and burst into a roar of laughter. “Emily, what ..what happened? Why are you laughing?” Luciana’s eyes searched for answers, as she looked at her friend. “Shut up Luciana!” Emily rose up. She walked over to Antonio, who had been silently observing the scene. She wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him passionately. Luciana's face contorted in desperation. " Emily come over here.” She sniffed. “Please,
CHAPTER FOURAntonio stood in the grand estate of his family's Italian villa, the warm sunlight casting a golden glow over the lush gardens. His mother, Maria, stood before him, her sparkling blue eyes filled with warmth and love."il mio sole," she whispered, her voice like music to his ears. "You are destined for greatness. Never forget who you are and where you come from."Antonio's eyes locked onto hers, drinking in the adoration and pride that shone in her gaze. He felt a sense of comfort and security wash over him, like a baby soundly sleeping in its mother’s arm.“Mother, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I let that happen.” he went on his knees, shedding tears like the first day he was born into the world.“no shuushh..” she bent and stretched her hands to him, as if imploring him to take it.But as he reached out to touch her hand, her image began to fade away, like sand slipping through his fingers. Antonio's eyes flew open, and he was back in his bed, his chest heaving with emotio
CHAPTER FIVEAntonio stared at Luciana. "How did you manage to get a phone?" he demanded.Luciana swallowed hard, trying to think of a convincing explanation. "I...I found it," she stammered.Antonio raised an eyebrow. "Found it?" he repeated, his tone incredulous as he folded his arm. "Where?"Luciana hesitated, unsure of what to say. Antonio's eyes seemed to bore into her soul, as if he could see right through her lies."Tell me," Antonio growled, as he clenched his fist tightly.Just as he was about to extract the truth from Luciana, the hostess voice echoed from the intercom."Attention. We are experiencing some turbulence. Please return to your seat and fasten your seatbelt. Thank you."“I’ll let this pass for the sake of my Sanity.” He gnashed his teeth and walked back to his seat.Luciana stood leg frozen on a spot, her pulse pounding in her throat. All these still felt like a dream to her. One minute she was in a gala in Columbia, another minute, she was going to Italy agai
CHAPTER 6Luciana collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, as soon as Viktor led her in. She kicked off her shoes and looked up at Viktor, her eyes welling up with tears."Why are you doing this?" she asked, her voice trembling. "What kind of people are you?"Viktor's gave a light shrug before answering. "It's not up to me to answer that." He turned to leave, opening the door. "If you need anything, use the intercom over there." With that, he stepped out and closed the door behind him.Luciana stared blankly at the intercom before bursting into tears, her head buried in her palms. She thought of her Chihuahua, probably starving at home, and a wave of regret washed over her. If only she hadn't attended the gala, she thought. Her intention had been pure – to find a sponsor for her mother's hospital bills. But she had let her guard down, getting drunk and vulnerable. Sophia had known she couldn't handle her alcohol, which was why she had plied her with drinks.She got up and walked to the
CHAPTER 7Luciana's eyes fluttered open, groggily taking in the mixture of familiar and unfamiliar faces, Antonio, Viktor, and Sophia. She looked around the room like she was just sent to space in a time capsule. A beautiful middle age woman in a nurse outfit, caught her attention. The woman smiled warmly and took her pulse."Welcome back, dear," Nurse Rossi said, checking Luciana's pulse. "You've been through quite an ordeal."Luciana's gaze drifted to her bandaged arm, where a drip was attached. A wave of dizziness washed over her as she tried to sit up."Easy," Antonio said, lighting a cigarette. "You passed out in the bathroom. I called Nurse Rossi to revive you."Nurse Rossi frowned. "Antonio, you shouldn't be smoking here, especially after her revival."Sophia shrugged. "No one cares if she lives or dies. This is our house; we do what we want."Luciana stared at Sophia, wondering if this was the same girl she'd befriended six years ago. How could someone change so drastically?
CHAPTER 8 it was now the third day of being held captive in Italy, and Luciana felt like she'd suffocate from boredom. She'd exhausted her phone's games and scoured the internet, desperately searching for any hint of her father's whereabouts. But every attempt ended in disappointment. Frustration boiled over as she dialed the phone number she'd memorized as her dad's. The automated response cut through her like a knife: "The number you dialed does not exist." Luciana hurled her phone onto the bed, despair washing over her. Was this her new reality? Trapped, alone, and helpless? was she the modern Cinderella? The door swung open, and Antonio walked in, dropping a suit of clothes on the bed. "Get changed. We're going out." “I am not going anywhere with you.” Luciana folded her arm. “I am not your property or some ping pong ball you can toss around anytime you like.” Antonio laughed. “you have five minutes. Ms. Grace would assist you.” He said and walked out, leaving Lucia
CHAPTER 9Luciana stepped into the expansive fitting room, her eyes widening in awe. She twirled around, taking in the luxurious space. The contrast to her humble room in Columbia was stark – her small wall mirror barely revealed her waist, and the boutiques she frequented were modest in comparison.Her eyes widened in shock as she scanned the price tags on the dresses and shoes. The saleslady handed her a stunning gown. "Try this, ma'am. It's a limited edition."Luciana checked the price tag, and shook her head. "There's no way on earth, I'm wearing a dress this expensive." She said as she returned the gown to the lady. "Miss, if you don't choose something, he'll take you to even more expensive stores." Ms. Grace reminded her of his authoritative attitude Luciana sighed, resigned, and collected the dress. As she slipped into the gown, the saleslady couldn’t hide her excitement. "You look stunning, ma'am. We should show this to your husband.""He's not my husband! I'd rather be
CHAPTER 25Antonio sniffed the cocaine powder off his finger as he paced around his study, his mind still reeling from the humiliation he suffered during lunch. The fact that Domenico had embarrassed him in front of Luciana and his fiancée made it even harder to swallow. He slammed his fists on the table, making the objects on it rattle. "He dares mess with me?" Antonio bellowed, his voice echoing off the walls. "No one does this and goes scot-free! No one!"Viktor spoke in a soft voice, trying to calm him. "Boss, please..." he started to say before Antonio cut him off."Don't call me that henceforth," Antonio snapped, waving his hand at Viktor in disapproval. "He's right. It's becoming embarrassing to be called that when he's around."Viktor stood still, a wide smile on his face. "I've called you that since you were sixteen. I won't stop now, sir."Antonio stared at Viktor, then returned to the cocaine powder on the table. "What's the update on the men we sent to Colombia?" he aske
CHAPTER 24Luciana followed Ms. Grace to the dining room, her heart racing with anxiety. The room was filled with the same faces she had seen at the previous dinner, but there was one new person who caught her attention. Seated next to the head of the table was the stranger she met at the garden. He flashed a wide smile at her as she approached her seat.He got up and helped her move her chair backwards. she felt a jolt of electricity at the touch of his hand brushing against hers, as he returned to his seat. Sophia rolled her eyes, her expression disapproving."So, tell me, what is your name?" the man asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.Luciana's gaze shifted to the empty chair beside him, where Donatello usually sat. She felt a pang of relief that he wasn't there, hoping that meant today's lunch wouldn't end in bloodshed."Luciana Russo," she replied softly, her eyes drawn to the man’s exceptional features.He was a little older than Antonio, with threads of silver in his dar
CHAPTER 23TBAntonio paced back and forth in his lavish office located somewhere in the family’s mansion. Sophia, his now accepted fiancée, sat on the couch, watching him with a mixture of concern and curiosity."Antonio, what's going on?" Sophia asked, her voice soft and melodious. “you’ve been moving back and forth for thirty minutes now.”Antonio stopped pacing and turned to face Sophia. He stared at her, his eyes searching for something, anything, that might make him change his mind about his decision to send her to Columbia, but the thirst for revenge in him wouldn’t let him think twice. He didn’t love this woman, and doesn’t care about her in any slightest way. But, Russo is a very dangerous man. If he finds out about his plan, he could kill her, which would mean trouble for him."I need you to do something for me, Sophia," Antonio finally said. “I’d do anything for you.” She replied, smiling. She had sworn to be the perfect wife for him. Now, this was her moment to show him
CHAPTER 22 TB Antonio sat across from Sophia at the dinner table, his eyes fixed on the plate in front of him. His father sat three seats away from him, while Viktor stood behind him. Viktor had been trying to persuade him to accept Sophia as his future wife, but so far, his efforts has been abortive, as Antonio's temper and ego kept getting in the way. "Antonio, try to be civil," Viktor whispered, as he watched the maid pour Sophia a glass of wine. Antonio forced a smile onto his face, as his father cleared his throat and addressed Sophia. "So, Sophia, tell us about yourself." Sophia dropped her cutleries, and smiled at Donatello. "Well, as you probably already know, I'm from a small town in Italy. I lived there for seventeen years before my father became Prime minister, and moved us to the capital city, Rome. I also love reading and horseback riding." "That's nice. You didn’t mention you love talking as well.” Antonio said sarcastically, and took a fork full of his sub
CHAPTER 21 TB After his mother's burial, Antonio became a shadow of himself. He developed the habit of locking himself in his room and surrounding himself with bottles of whiskeys. His father, the Don of the mafia family, had never expressed feeling of affection while his mother was alive. To him, it was always about the mafia business, the power he holds and the money he could control. It was almost as if Antonio was invisible in his sight. He was never around to teach him how to ride a bicycle or kick a ball, neither did they go on a family vacation like normal families do. Well, of course, his family was never normal. As the days turned into weeks, Antonio's behavior became increasingly disturbing. He visited the club frequently, drowning himself in cocaine and whiskey, violating the sacred Omertà code of silence and conduct that governed their mafia family. He also broke the cardinal rule of "Non Molestare" (not bothering or causing trouble) by getting into disputations wit
CHAPTER 20 TB Luciana mechanically steamed the milk, her mind a thousand miles away. Her mother's heart attack had left her shivering on the inside, and she couldn't help but feel unease while at work. She had taken a few hours off work to visit her mother in the hospital, but now she was back at the coffee shop, trying to distract herself from the worry that gnawed at her. As she worked, a customer cleared her throat to get Luciana's attention. Luciana didn't notice at first, as she was lost in her thoughts. The customer cleared her throat again, louder this time. Luciana looked up, startled, to see a girl with bright blue eyes and curly blonde hair standing at the counter. "I'm so sorry," Luciana said, feeling a flush rise to her cheeks. "Welcome to The Daily Grind. What can I get for you?" The girl smiled kindly. "Is everything okay? You seemed a little...distracted." She said as she ordered a cappuccino, and watched Luciana mechanically make the drink. As she hande
CHAPTER 19 TB Luciana wove through the vibrant stalls of the Columbia Market, her mother, Estana, by her side. The scent of fresh fruit and spices filled the air as they chatted with the market women. "¡Mira, Luciana! Look at these beautiful mangos," Estana exclaimed, holding up a juicy fruit. "¡Ay, señora! You're going to make me cry with your bargaining skills," the vendor joked, as Estana negotiated the price. Luciana laughed and playfully rolled her eyes. "Mama, you're going to give her a heart attack." Estana chuckled and handed Luciana a few mangos. "Take these, m'ija. We'll make a delicious salsa for dinner." As they continued through the market, they stopped at a stall selling colorful textiles. Estana admired a vibrant scarf, and the vendor, began to tell them about the traditional Colombian patterns. "¡Este es un diseño muy especial (This design is very special)" the vendor explained, pointing out the intricate motifs. Estana's eyes sparkled with interest. "¡
CHAPTER 18 TB The air was filled with the scent of incense and freshly cut flowers as the mourners prepared to bid their final farewell to Maria, Antonio's mother. The funeral procession wound its way through the streets, led by a sleek black hearse adorned with intricate gold accents. Behind it, a sea of somber faces followed, their eyes cast downward in respect. As they arrived at the cemetery, the sound of mournful music filled the air, played by a lone violinist standing atop a nearby hill. The melody was haunting, a traditional Italian lament that seemed to capture the sorrow of the occasion. Donatello's face was a mask of stone as he gazed out at the crowd. He wore dark shades so no one could catch a glimpse of the pain he felt at losing his wife. Antonio, meanwhile, was a picture of devastation. His eyes were red-rimmed from crying, his face pale and drawn. He clutched a single white rose in his hand, his fingers trembling as he gazed at the coffin. As the priest be
CHAPTER 17 TB(Throwback) Antonio sat in the extravagant restaurant, the soft hum of conversation and the clinking of fine china creating a sense of refinement and elegance. He sat alongside his father, Donatello, a man whose presence commanded respect and inspired fear. They were in a meeting with Italian's finest business men. Across from them, his mother, Maria, chatted amiably with Ms. Grace, her eyes sparkling with warmth. As the conversation flowed, Maria excused herself, pushing back her chair. "I'll just get something from the car," she said, smiling at Antonio. He watched as she walked out of the restaurant, her slender figure disappearing into the bright sunlight. His gaze followed her outside, drifting to the parking lot. And then, in an instant, everything changed. Maria's body jerked violently, her arms flailing as she crumpled to the ground. Antonio's eyes widened in horror as he saw the flashes of gunfire, heard the muffled reports of the shots. His mother h