Amelie’s POV
I don’t know how long I stayed this way, the brothers going in and out randomly like they expected me to break the next time they walked in. The cold metal of the cuffs bit into my wrists, the pressure making my hands go numb. My shoulders ached from being held in the same position for too long, but I refused to show weakness. Not in front of them. If I showed even the slightest weakness, they’d use it against me, assuming I was about to break. And I couldn’t let that happen. Luca stood in front of me, his gray eyes sharp, calculating. I always wondered what went on in his head when he stared at someone like that. It seemed as if he could read straight into your soul, but I knew better. Matteo leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his usual smirk tugging at his lips. And Nico… he was watching. Always watching. He never said much—just observed. “I’ll ask one more time,” Luca said, his voice dangerously calm. “Tell us about your father. His allies, his movements.” Like my father would ever tell me anything like that. I rolled my eyes mentally. I barely saw him as it was, let alone knew his exact plans. But the look on their faces told me they weren’t going to take that as an answer. I met Luca’s stare, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Go to hell.” Matteo chuckled, pushing off the wall. “You first, little sister.” He moved closer, stopping just before me. Slowly, he raised a hand to my face. I recoiled when his fingers brushed my skin, but there was nowhere to go. His touch trailed along my jaw—slow, deliberate, as if testing my reaction. I refused to flinch. Refused to let him see that his touch sent a shiver down my spine—whether from fear or something else, I didn’t know. But I wasn’t about to let him have the satisfaction of seeing a reaction. “You’re strong,” Matteo murmured, tilting my chin up. “But even the strongest break.” I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. He wanted to see me break at all costs, wanted to see me fold. But I wouldn’t. Luca sighed, as if already bored with my defiance. Then he pulled out a knife. My eyes followed the movement, widening just a fraction. I didn’t dare ask why he had it—I just watched as he stepped closer. The dim light flickered against the blade as he dragged the blunt edge along my arm. Not cutting—just a warning. His eyes stayed on my face, watching, waiting for a crack in my composure. “Let’s see how much loyalty you really have.” I didn’t react. I wasn’t certain if Luca would actually go through with it. And I wasn’t sure how long I could keep up this brave act before I found out. Surrounded by all three brothers, I had no idea how to handle this. Each of them seemed to have their own method of getting me to talk. Matteo leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear. “Or maybe pain isn’t the only way to make you talk.” My stomach twisted, but I kept my expression blank. I knew exactly what this was. Mind games. That’s all it was. If they wanted to break me, they’d have to try harder. My father had trained me for worse. Much worse. But we wouldn’t be going into details on that. I exhaled shakily, forcing myself to think. If I wanted a chance to escape, I needed them to believe I was breaking. I needed them to think they had me exactly where they wanted—even if that was far from the truth. Because the second I had an opening, I was taking it. “Fine,” I whispered, letting my shoulders slump. Luca raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing me. He was trying to tell if I had actually given in or if this was an act. “I’ll tell you something.” My voice trembled slightly—just enough to sound believable. Matteo’s smirk widened like he’d won some kind of game. Idiot. He actually believed it. Not that I was surprised. But he wasn’t my problem. The real challenge was getting Luca and Nico to believe me. I made the mistake of glancing at Nico, only to find his dark gaze locked on me. My stomach twisted, and I quickly looked away. I couldn’t tell if he believed me or not. But what I did know was that staring into his eyes would do me more harm than good. Luca stepped back, gesturing for me to continue. They were waiting. So I let the words spill out. I gave them minor details—small, insignificant things about my father’s operations. Just enough to keep them interested. Just enough to keep them from realizing I was stalling. Truth was, I didn’t know anything major about my father’s mafia. Even if they tortured me, I had nothing to give. Nico tilted his head slightly, his dark gaze pinning me in place. He didn’t say a word, but I could tell he wasn’t convinced. I ignored him. For now, I’d done what I needed to do. They thought I was starting to break. They wouldn’t be as careful anymore. After wringing all the information they could from me, the brothers left, shutting the door behind them. The room was silent except for the faint dripping of water in the distance. The cuffs around my wrists had been loosened—a mistake. Matteo had seen how uncomfortable they made me and had loosened them. I waited. Counted the seconds. Listened for movement outside the door. When I was certain no one was nearby, I acted. Biting down hard on my lip, I counted down from ten before jerking my thumb out of place—dislocating it with a sharp, sickening pop. Pain exploded up my arm, but I swallowed the scream, breathing through my nose. Tears burned in my eyes, sliding down my face as I struggled to keep quiet. I slipped my hand free. One down. I bit into my lip again, bracing myself as I did the same with my other thumb. Another burst of pain, another sharp inhale—then I was free. The cuffs clattered to the floor, the sound deafening in the silence. Ignoring the throbbing in my hands, I reached for the small knife left carelessly on a nearby table. Idiots. They kept making things easier and easier for me. And I wasn’t complaining. One step. Then another. I pulled the door open, stepping out of the room. The first thing I saw was a staircase stretching upward. Meaning I was in some sort of basement. The air was thick with the scent of damp stone, my pulse hammering as I crept toward the light. I had almost made it. Almost. Then a hand wrapped around my wrist, stopping me cold. I spun around, my stolen knife aimed at whoever had caught me— Only to find Nico staring at me. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t even move. Just watched. Watched me with those dark, knowing eyes. The blade hovered just inches from his throat. My breath came in fast, shallow pants. “Move,” I whispered. He didn’t. I could kill him. I should kill him. But somehow… he knew I wouldn’t. The silence stretched between us, tension coiling like a noose. Then, finally, Nico spoke. “If you want to leave,” he said, voice low, unreadable, “you’ll have to kill me first.” My grip on the knife tightened. Then, slowly, his lips curled into a dark smile. “After all,” he added, his voice a cruel whisper, “it wouldn’t be your first attempt.” Shit._Amelie’s POV_I hadn’t expected to see Nico. In fact, for some reason, I wasn’t expecting to see anybody. It was supposed to be me running right through the door and screaming for freedom.But things don’t always go the way we want, because he stood right in front of me, blank eyes staring straight at me.The look on his face told me I was stupid for even attempting to run away.The knife was still in my grip, the tip just inches from Nico’s throat.But he didn’t flinch. He just watched me, his dark eyes unreadable.How did I know he was the one? They all seemed so identical, how was I able to tell the difference between the three brothers? It was his eyes.Same shade as his brothers, but the emptiness in them told me all I needed to know. Nico took a step closer, pressing the blade deeper into his neck.Just one swipe and he would be choking on his blood, but for some reason that didn’t seem to scare him.“If you want to leave,” he murmured, voice low, “you’ll have to kill me fir
_Amelie’s POV_The silence in my room felt suffocating.I sat curled on the edge of the bed, my wrist still aching from when Nico had twisted it. He hadn’t told them. I knew that much.I had walked back to where I had tried to escape from, waiting for when the brothers decided to come for me.And when someone came later on to inform me about my change of location, I was happy. They hadn’t found out yet, but I wasn’t stupid enough to think I’d gotten away with it.Something about the way Nico smirked at me before disappearing into the mansion told me everything I needed to know. This wasn’t over.And I was right.Because when the door finally swung open, Luca stood there. His eyes blazing with fury.I stiffened instantly, my heart dropping to the pit of my stomach. Standing behind Luca were Matteo and Nico, but they weren’t my problem right now. It was Luca. His presence filled the room before he even took a step inside. He didn’t need to speak. His sharp gray eyes pinned me in pla
Amelie’s POVThe moment Luca spoke those words—“You belong to us.”—a cold dread settled into my bones.Ownership… He was declaring ownership of me. I couldn't let that happen. I shook my head as I tried to fight against his hold.“No. No, I don’t—”I didn't belong to anyone, most certainly not them.My father had always made me remember that I was his blood and so I belonged to him. And now I was away from him, but the triplets seemed to be even much worse than he was.A sharp tug at my hair silenced me and I yelped, bringing my hand to my head. Luca’s grip tightened as he tilted my head back, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. There was no amusement now. No patience. Just ownership.He wasn't giving me an option to choose from, I didn't have any say in this. “I wasn’t asking.” Matteo knelt beside me, his smirk widening as he dragged his fingers along my jaw. “You don’t get to decide, princess.”I wouldn't let them take away the last strip of dignity I had.And so I jerked my head
_Amelie’s POV_I don’t know how many hours it has been since then.I sat in the dimly lit room, my fingers twitching against the leather wrapped around my throat. I thought it was a dream, and so I pinched myself so many times but this was nothing close to being a dream.The leather was there, reminding me just how real this was.No matter how many times I pulled at it, no matter how hard I tried, the collar wouldn’t come off.And I hated it. Hating having this thing around my neck.Because it wasn’t just leather.It was a sentence. A brand. A mark of ownership.They had practically written, “You belong to us.” On my forehead so everyone could see.And there was nothing I could do except walk around with the banner they had forced upon me.I wanted to scream. To rip it off. To tear through every inch of this mansion and burn it to the ground, just like I had with their old home.That time I was forced to do it, but this time… This time I would make sure they don’t get out of it alive
Amelie’s POVI sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, the leather collar digging into my skin as I fought the urge to rip it off.I have never in my life been as restless as I am right now. Not even when I was getting married to the man my father had chosen for me. The collar around my neck was a reminder of what I was now.‘A pet’ The word left a bitter taste in my mouth and I wanted nothing of it.But I didn't have a choice.I had been sitting here for what felt like hours, waiting.Waiting for the next command. The next humiliation. The next battle.Because I knew that whatever it was they had in store for me, was going to be one of the hardest battles I had ever faced. After what seemed to be forever, the door finally creaked open.My heart dropped as I waited in anticipation for who it was.Miss Rebecca entered first—a small, sharp-eyed woman who had been in the mansion since I was first brought here.I didn't know who she was or what her role here was, but I didn't bother to ask
Amelie’s POVMy heart thumped loudly in my ears, my eyes still on Luca who stood at the door.I hadn’t moved.The dress still lay crumpled on the floor, my defiance burning bright in my veins.There was no way I was going to just give in to what they wanted. I would fight till the very end.Matteo’s grip on my chin tightened, but I didn’t look away.I refused to break.Luca exhaled, stepping closer, his sharp eyes scanning the scene. His expression was unreadable, but I felt the shift in the air.I had pushed too far.And I was not sure if I regretted it yet or not. But the look onLica’s face told me I was going to.“I see,” Luca murmured. “You still think this is a game.”My stomach twisted.Matteo let go of my chin, taking a step back as his brother took his place in front of me. It was the same face but a different aura. This one brought goosebumps to my body.Luca crouched in front of me, his fingers reaching out—not roughly, not cruelly—but with the cold patience of someone who
_Amelie’s POV_My heart raced as I took in the people all around me.They ranged from people who used to work with my father to people I had no idea what their identity was. But one thing was certain, Luca had planned this to the very end because they were all influential people in the mafia world.And showing up like this means the word was going to spread.Amelia DaVinci was a pet to her step brothers.Kidnapped and forced to be a pet, just exactly the kind of life I wanted. Yay.The hall was filled with smoke and power.Men in dark suits lounged in high-backed chairs, cigars smoldering between their fingers. The air was thick with whiskey, murmured conversations, and the weight of too many eyes watching me.Because they knew.They knew who I was.And they saw what I had become.I felt suffocated, like I was going to die. And wanted nothing but to run away from their sight. But I couldn't even take a step without my ‘master’ pulling my back.Matteo had the leash in his hand like
_Amelie’s POV_The moment the doors to the gathering hall slammed shut, I knew I was in trouble.Too much trouble.Luca walked ahead, he didn’t say a single word to us and his pace was slow. Too controlled.And that was even scarier than anything. Because knowing who he was, Luca was deadlier when he was quiet. Matteo stayed at my side, his grip still firm on the leash attached to my collar.Nico followed behind.They had switched positions but Luca always remained in front. Showing that he was the leader. No one talked as we walked. Not even Matteo who always had some sort of snide remark to throw at me.And that made the tension suffocating.I could still feel the eyes of the men at the gathering, burning into my skin, watching as Santiago DaVinci’s daughter was dragged onto her knees like an animal.I knew it would only be a matter of time before father came fire me, because this wasn’t just about me. If Luca kept doing this, his name would be dragged through the mud and ther
Amelie’s POVThe cameras were everywhere.I felt them before I saw them—tiny red lights blinking like electronic veins stitched into the walls, silent and watchful. The glassy eye in the corner of the hallway followed every step I took, and I could almost hear Santiago whispering through it. One wrong move, little girl. I dare you.It had been three days since I woke up in this gilded prison—back under my father’s roof, under his roof but never his protection. Surveillance had replaced silence. Guards stood like statues outside my door. My every movement was reported, tracked, catalogued. I wasn’t a daughter here.I was a variable. A problem to be solved or erased.Even when I breathed, it felt like too much noise.At dinner, I sat across from Dante DaVinci, my cousin, the family's golden vulture, smiling like the devil’s intern. He’d always been beautiful in that cruel, heartless way. Clean lines. Cold smirk. He was the kind of man that looked like he belonged in a courtroom or a fun
_Amelie’s POV_My eyes peeled open and the first thing that came to my notice was that the bed was cold.Too cold.It bit into my back like ice, the sheets stiff and unfamiliar against my skin. My limbs ached as if they’d been dragged through gravel. My head throbbed. Each breath I took felt like it was pulled through a cracked rib. The air smelled like—Cigars.Leather.Cologne.My heart clenched. No, no, no—Not this place.I forced my eyes open. The ceiling above me was ornate—ivory moldings and golden inlays etched in patterns I used to trace with my fingers as a little girl. I was home.My childhood room was gone. This was one of the guest rooms. Sterile. Controlled. A room for visitors… or prisoners.I turned my head too fast.A shockwave of pain burst behind my eyes. I whimpered, gripping the sheets. My arms—bruised. My wrists—red. Like I’d fought back. Did I fight back?Then it hit me.Matteo. The wine. The bitter sting. His voice.“Because you’re going home.”I shot up, but m
_Amelie’s POV_The next few days had been quiet.I didn't know what the brothers were planning. I didn't even leave my room for anything. Food got delivered to me, and everything I needed was brought to my doorstep.And so when the knock came at my door, I was surprised. I wasn’t expecting anyone.Not this late. Not after the days I’ve been having.But nothing about this place ever followed a schedule—except for how often they liked to ruin me.Knocking was so pointless when they could just walk in if they wanted to, not like it would be the first time. But I opened the door anyway.Matteo stood on the other side, leaning against the frame like he hadn’t just threatened to gut me in the interrogation room a few days ago. He held something in his hand—a glass. Red liquid. Wine. His favorite weapon.My eyes flicked from the glass to his face.I didn't know why he finally decided to come to me, but I wasn't certain if I wanted to know. “Celebrating?” I asked, voice dry.My eyes held
_Third person POV_The door shut with a clap, the three brothers staring on even though Amelie had gone out of sight.Luca remained seated at the head of the table, unmoving, the candlelight flickering against his impassive face. He didn’t know what to think about what had just happened, didn’t know what to say.Nico leaned back in his chair, eyes half-lidded but focused, burning holes into the space Amelie had left behind. Only Matteo reacted—his smirk cracked, a low sound escaping his throat before he threw his wine glass across the room.It shattered red streaking across the marble floor like spilled blood.He thought she had the nerves, and audacity to do what she had done. He had thought of her as mad, but he didn’t think she would be this mad.“That bitch,” Matteo growled, pacing a tight circle behind his chair. “She just walked out. After all that. After everything—she stripped in front of us like it meant nothing.”How could she even do that? It was like at that moment she h
:Amelie’s POVThe dress arrived in silence.I had woken up to see something that most definitely wasn’t there when I slept.No knock. No footsteps. Just a black box waiting on my bed like it had always been there. I stared at it for a long moment, half-expecting it to disappear. Like maybe it was some hallucination conjured by my exhaustion and this damned house.But it didn’t vanish.A second passed and then another. Then it finally clicked that whoever kept it there obviously wanted me to open it. Pushing the bedsheets tangled around my legs away, I crawled over to the eve of the bed where it lay.My heart thumped as I stretched my hand, reaching for the lid.The lid lifted easily, like it wanted to be opened.Inside was silk the color of spilled blood. Deep crimson, smooth like sin. Expensive. Dramatic. It pooled in the box like it knew it would cling to every curve I hated them for noticing.A dress. They had sent a dress. The dresses given time by this brothers made me loath
_Amelia_ The morning after felt like wading through thick mud. Every one of my muscles ached but admidst the exhaustion, I was going to carry out what I had set out to do today.After everything they've done to me, they were nearly a hundred percent sure I would cower and shrink but they were wrong. If anything, what I've been put through here only makes me want to defy and prove them wrong. I dressed in the simplest thing I could find, a black slip dress that cling to my bruised skin. It wasn't about allure; it was about ownership. This was my body, scarred but unbroken, and I had no plans of hiding it. I walked into the dining room just as the maids were placing the plates and cutleries down, the triplets were at the table, each doing their own thing. I took a deep breath and approached with confidence. Matteo whistled as I approached while Luca’s gaze was fixed on me as if assessing and scrutinizing. On the other hand, Nico remained impassive, his eyes follo
_Amelie’s POV_I sat in my room as I listened for any form of sound. The mansion was quiet. Too quiet.After what happened in the library with Matteo—the knife, the taunting, the way he handed it back to me like an offering—I hadn’t been able to sleep.How could I?My heart still pounded every time I replayed his words. “You’re finally becoming something interesting.” I didn’t know if it was a compliment or a threat. With him, it could’ve been both.They had brought me here as a form of revenge towards my dad. But what exactly they had planned? I had no idea.Some part of me knew they were doing all that because I had betrayed them, some other part expected them to understand that I didn't have a choice. I didn’t eat dinner that night. I didn’t want to see them. I didn’t want to feel their eyes on me—Luca’s cold calculation, Nico’s unreadable silence, Matteo’s smirk that always saw more than I wanted him to.Because all they would talk about would be me tied up in Nico’s bed. But j
_Amelie’s POV_I didn’t sleep.Not after everything that had happened.Not after Nico left me tied up, sweating, shaking, begging for a release that never came. Not after the maid’s quiet gasp when she found me. Not even after Matteo’s mocking little whistle or the cold, silent look in Luca’s eyes when they all stood over me like I was something rotting on display.I hated the looks on their faces when they all saw me. I hated how weak I seemed at that moment.But I had survived.Even though it didn’t feel like it.Even after the cuffs were removed and my robe was tightened, my wrists burned. My skin still tingled with that phantom fire. My shame stuck to me like sweat I couldn’t scrub off.I’d taken three showers since then. None of them worked.Now I stood in front of the mirror, my eyes bloodshot, cheeks hollow, the faint outline of Luca’s fingerprints still etched into my thighs. I stared at my reflection and hated what I saw.I looked like someone who had given up.I slammed the
Amelie’s POVI should’ve known better.Should’ve known Luca wasn’t done until he broke me down—until I was sobbing and stripped and choking on every last shred of my dignity.I hadn’t expected this from him, Matteo. Yes. But him? I thought he was the rational one. But even he didn’t expect the door to creak open when it did, someone stepping into the room.My heart stopped.Nico stood there. Silent. Still.His eyes went between me on my knees and Luca’s form. I didn’t know what to do, didn’t know what to feel. Slowly, I felt the embarrassment seeping slowly. I froze beneath Luca’s grip, heat flooding my cheeks—not the good kind. The kind that crawls up your spine and makes your skin crawl. Luca didn’t move right away, either. He just turned his head slightly, glancing at his brother like it was all a joke.Maybe it was to him, I was merely a clown brought for the sole purpose of entertainment. “What?” Luca said lazily. “Don’t act like you haven’t wanted to do worse.” Luca w