(Few Months Earlier)TIFFANY WESTI chose a bar within the heart of New York's most expensive hotel. Royale Haven. Downing down the burning liquor. I didn't even know what I was drinking, I'd told the barman to surprise me when he'd asked. And he'd surprised me. But the soothing burn of the alcohol was barely enough to keep me out of my frenzy. It was barely enough to keep his voice from echoing in my ears and it got worse as I stared at the seven words that blurred my vision from his text message. “Your mum's been calling you. We need to talk. This is important,” Seven words that unraveled me and left a series of violent shivers down my spine.It had been five years. Five fucking years since I'd last seen the pedophile of a shit bag stepfather, Francis Strauss, and my mother, Seline West.I thought I was okay. I thought I'd made peace with the past and finally moved past it. Past him. Past those nights he sneaked into my room and covered my screams with his hand on my lips. But all t
TIFFANY WEST An explosion of fire burst inside of me, spreading from my stomach to the tips of my fingers. My blood sizzled. My body tingled. And I couldn't breathe. The press of my lips against his hit me with great intensity that turned my legs jelly and I lost balance on my legs but the man wrapped an arm around my waist to steady me, pressing me deeper against his body. Air whooshed out of my lungs, my lips breaking from his for a second. We stared at each other. My heart was racing fast and my blood burned hotter. I didn't know what I was doing again. But it wasn't just the buzz from the alcohol making me braver. It was something else. Something stronger. Maybe it was the firm hold of his arm around me. It was no lie large hands had always been my Achilles heel. Maybe it was the heat sizzling in blue flame in his eyes. Maybe it was the darkness lurking within the edges of his eyes that made me believe was capable of drowning mine. I wasn't sure. But I couldn't stop myself.
(Present) TIFFANY WEST Blackness. Inky and stagnant. It dripped into my subconscious. It was often an escape from reality, a comfort in the madness. But this time they whispered to me, telling me not to wake up now, not to wake up ever. Unfortunately, a pulsing ache in my head wakes me up. Feeling like roadkill, I let out a groan as a wake of nausea hit. “Dear God,” I groaned. Throwing the covers, I almost fell out of bed. Even my steps felt loud as I stumbled to the bathroom. Fuck. How much did I drink last night? The ache in my head stopped every attempt to remember how last night ended, all I could remember was Elena and I kept downing shots of alcohol at The Vincenzo wedding. We'd attended here in Las Vegas with her husband, Dimitri. Apparently, Dimitri Castello and Mr Vincenzo were business partners. I wasn't sure to what extent, maybe the latest groom was also a member of the Cosa Nostra, seeing as Dimitri was a New York don himself. But whatever curiosities I had, I did
TIFFANY WEST I didn't even bother getting dressed. I donned one of the robes hanging in the exquisite bathroom, heading straight to my hotel room. I sent Elena a text while I tried recalling what had happened last night, but all I could recall were fragments. And soon, small fragments began to make a whole. I remembered Elena helping me up to my room and into my bed. God knew I wished I had remained there. But not the case. Somehow I found myself at the party going on in the hotel bar. Everything from there remained a blur from the second I met Lorenzo up until the stroke of my ink on the marriage certificate. It was damned obvious I didn't have a gun pointed at my head when I signed my life away. I had always known my bad decision would catch up to me one day. In short minutes, Elena entered the room in nothing more than a pink night dress and jacket like she had just woken up or that was the closest thing she could grab as soon as she saw my text. She raised her brow. “Tiffany wh
TIFFANY WEST I woke up in comfort. The softness of a delicate pillow cradled my cheek and the gentle press of silk sheets brushed my neck.I jerked upright, opening my eyes to an immaculate room brightened by lights, and behind thick, elegant curtains was absolute darkness. I didn't know this place. I've never seen this type of furniture before. Not the polished dark room dresser. Or the carved antique chair in the corner. What was more unnerving than the unfamiliar setting was the realization that I had lost at least a good few hours of the day. It was dark outside and I had been unconscious since morning.I remembered Lorenzo coming into my suite. We were arguing and the next thing I felt was a stinging pain in my neck. That asshole injected me.I threw back the covers, rushing out of the bed, my feet hitting the cold marble tiles.My shoes… I wasn't wearing any but thank fuck my clothes were still intact but someone took my god-damned shoe.Lorenzo.I started to open the door bu
TIFFANY WESTThe mansion was a sprawling estate with several wings, each of which I was told belonged to the Russo brothers— Lorenzo, Savio, Dario— and a guy named Ronan.“I don't see guards anywhere?” I asked as I followed him down the familiar hallways. He threw me an amused quizzical stare. “Already planning your prison break?”“I'm glad you realized this is a prison for me,”He remained silent. “We don't need them. Even Dario is capable of defending himself, and with you, I'll assign someone to follow you around,”“I could run you know,”“Try it,” It was a dare and warning from him.A cold shiver erupted at the base of my spine. “Would you feel good about yourself, catching a girl half your size?” “Yes,” There wasn't an ounce of doubt in his reply.I crossed my arms as we entered the large bedroom I had woken up.“We'll share the same room,“So we'll sleep next to each other. We'll fuck like a happily married couple. And I'll cook and cater to you like a good little wife. Aren't
(PRESENT)LORENZO RUSSOThere were two rules I always followed. Never leave the house without my .45. And never put myself in a position I knew I couldn't get out of. I'd only survived this long by following those two simple rules. I'd never been tempted to break them— up until I made a costly mistake by fucking her that night. And now I made another one by marrying the little vixen.One bad decision was starting to fuck up my entire life.I hadn't even known she was in any way related to Francis Strauss, even when he had proposed marriage to his stepdaughter. I couldn't care less. Even when I had discovered the family connection a few months ago when she had visited Las Vegas during Christmas. I still didn't give a fuck. I'd rather aim my bullets in Francis' head and get the debt over it. But everything changed in a second. A second and a fucking name was enough to change it all.Soon I found out Francis was also involved with the Turkish Mafia. He owed them as much as he did me and
TIFFANY WEST I leaned against the adjoined door, listening to the subtle noise that lingered in Lorenzo's room. It was a few minutes past four am when I'd been startled awake by the sounds from his room. It seemed he had just returned home. After a few more minutes, the door from his room opened and closed again. He had left?Gently, I pull my open, peeking into his room. He wasn't in. I stepped into his room. It was eerily dark. With dark walls and mahogany furniture, it had a masculine touch.I left his room, the cold from the marble tiles seeping into my feet. The lights in the mansion had been turned off. I wandered around, heading to the front door, but it was locked as well as the back door.The only light that was on was coming from down the hallway. I walked towards the hall opening, and took a right, heading into uncharted territory. There were more paintings down this way. More rooms too. I heard a clang as I approached the glass door at the very end. Then another. Weight
DIMITRI CASTELLOMy brows furrowed and the corners of my eyes had begun to darken.Just one glance at her sent the blood rushing in my bones boiling. She was a fucking mess and I couldn't think straight. Just the red marks around her chin, neck, and Jesus, the fucking bruise on her lips made something within me snap. And I felt the anger that crept up beneath my skin. It was slow but searing. “Who hit you?” Was the first thing that left my lips as I withdrew my hand from her face. My voice was low and dark, sending a trembling shiver down her spine.Her body stilled suddenly, and I knew it wasn't because of the fucking rain. She was scared. She had no idea just what I was capable of but at least she had an inkling.“No one,” She answered with a trembling voice. Maybe I'd believe her if she wasn't a fidgeting mess already or if she wasn't covered in bruises. But nah, not even then.I knew it was a fucking mistake bringing her here. I'd known why she begged me to come here. To see tha
ELENA DUVALI narrowed my eyes as I walked slowly through the short hallway and soon, I found Tyler, my ex-fiance on the edge of the large bed with a woman straddling in, kissing him. She had half of her face covered in a brown mask that matched her dress.I froze in my next step and there was a small, unwanted prickle in my chest. I knew whatever had happened between Tyler and me, had been two years ago for him but for me, it felt like it was only a week ago. I had been married and there was nothing wrong with him moving on, and finding someone else or falling in love again. But still, the sight in front of me sent an ache to my chest.I could only believe it was natural. I had once loved him. And he was my first. We had grown up together building dreams of getting married and a future with one another.So yeah, it hurts, knowing our love and everything we shared had been reduced to nothing.I took a quiet step backward, backing against the wall as the woman he'd been kissing pulled
ELENA DUVALI didn't imagine I'd be this nervous. This was the first time I would be attending a party after two years and well, after what happened to my family. This was the first time I would be going as Dimitri's wife since our flash marriage two years ago was kept under wraps because of my family's scandal, it was safe no one knew who I really was. And thank goodness, tonight would be no different.“Elena, are you listening?” Tiffany's voice over the phone brought me out of my thoughts and my eyes took in my reflection once more in the mirror.“Yes, Tiff, I'm with you,” I brushed my palm against the softness of my dress. We'd been talking over the phone for hours now as we prepared for the gala. Tiffany would be in attendance as well. Not as a reporter, but as an invitee as well. Her family was a member of the Oasis Clubhouse where the gala tonight was held and Dimitri was the sponsor of tonight's event.“So what do you think?” Tiffany's voice shot through, and I brought my gaze
ELENA DUVALAs soon as I turned on the lights and turned around, I jumped and stifled a scream at the unexpected figure that leaned against the kitchen cabinet and blended just perfectly well in the dark. My hip had banged against the wall, sparking a jolt of pain through my bones and my breathing suddenly became erratic.“Dimitri, you scared me,” My voice came out way breathier than intended. “What are you doing up at this time?”Fuck. That was a stupid question and the way his full perfect brows tipped up a bit told me so. But I couldn't think clearly through the fog of adrenaline rushing through me.“Working,” He tipped his head just a little to the pile of papers scattered on the kitchen table which I was too busy calming my beating heart to see.I raised a brow, but I didn't say anything about why he didn't turn on the lights. But it was obvious, he wasn't just the devil, and dangerous. He also owned the dark, and most probably ruled it.However, I wondered why he couldn't just w
ELENA DUVALI woke up at the sound of the beeping alarm, pulling up from the bed, I glanced around the room, it didn't seem like Dimitri had returned last night. Last night he had left with his guests. I didn't know where he was last night or who he had been with but it didn't matter anyway. All I needed was for him to take me to the gala.I had wanted to wait all night for him, but unfortunately, I fell asleep at some point.Without wasting much time, I dragged my feet from the bed and changed into my black sports bra and workout pants. I had to look my best for the gala in a few days. Even though I wasn't yet sure if I was attending. I didn't know what I'd do if Dimitri refused.I walked out of the bedroom, taking the stairs to the gym downstairs. I entered the doorway to find Dimitri on the treadmill, running at a high speed.For once, he wasn't wearing a suit and a tie. Instead, he was wearing a black sweat pants that hung just low around his waist, and the upper part of his body w
ELENA DUVAL I pressed my lips into a smile, and with my heart almost in my throat, my gaze shifted from the guys, moving slowly, yet impatiently to the windows.Every nerve ending sparked with awareness sending goosebumps down my spine and oxygen out of my lungs as our gazes met.A shiver ghosted through me.Something in me cooled instantly, I felt my body frozen under the weight of his stare. He had his usual dark, cold gaze. But somewhere deep in his eyes, I could see a spark of fire in his eyes. It was tiny, just a shadow of flame, but it was enough to fill my stomach with flutters. Strange.I inhaled slowly. And released it.His eyes held mine for the briefest second before they flicked over me. I felt instant heat as his eyes roamed down my body, stopping briefly at where my dress stopped a few inches above my thigh. I was wearing one of the new dresses Tiff and I had shopped for.James shuffled in his seat, clearing his throat suddenly. The action seemed to cut through the tensi
ELENA DUVALTiffany left much later in the day. She had to return to work after receiving an urgent call from her boss about a scoop in town. It turned out my dearest friend was now one of the best reporters at JK Media. And I was really happy for her. Tiffany also belonged to a wealthy family. Her parents owned the biggest media house back in Texas and in a few countries, including New York.I stepped out of the shower box and pulled on the robe, hanging close by. It was a few minutes past midnight and I couldn't seem to fall asleep. I couldn't stop thinking about my sisters and then my mind shifted to the gala this weekend. I had to be there. I had to meet Tyler.I changed into some night pants and a shirt. I couldn't wait for tomorrow. Tiffany and I were going shopping. I was changing more than my closet. I was going back to the young lady I used to be, and if I wanted to have a successful attempt at ensuring Dimitri took me to the gala, I had so much work to do.I headed downstairs
ELENA DUVAL “Tyler Whitman is a shameless thief and a conniving bastard. I don't know what happened between you both right before he broke off the engagement, you never told me and whenever I asked, you didn't want to talk about it,” Tiffany shifted closer. “But what I do know is that Tyler is a fake. He stole your work and idea, Elena, and now he's living his best life off your work. Over the last two years, Tyler has skyrocketed from being a complete nobody in the industry to the top actor of all time, all thanks to your script being stolen. Remember, the script you wrote two years ago when we were—”“Still in college,” I completed. “But Tyler isn't the type of person who would do that. And his father would have never allowed him to pursue a career in the entertainment industry,” Tyler was the only son left after his elder brother died in a plane crash back in high school. It was no secret I had wanted to major in directing back in college instead of business, and Tyler had an inter
ELENA DUVALAll I could do was stare blankly at the car window and into the darkness with my blurry eyes. I haven't been able to stop the tears that flowed from my eyes since we left the station and flew out of Texas.No matter how I tried, I couldn't halt his words from repeating and echoing in the corner walls of my mind. If I wasn't sure before, I am now. I hated him.I hated him so much.As I shut my eyes, more tears still rolled out through the jammed gates of my eyes.There's nothing much to understand, Elena. And there's nothing to go back there for. That woman didn't lie. Your parents are dead. Your family is gone. And that's the truth.As his words repeated once more in my mind, I shook my head, sobbing silently.“What happened?” I had asked him right before I was forced into the private jet in Texas and all I could get were vague answers.Cold heartless answers.He couldn't even spare me a glance as he threw what he called the truth to my face. My parents were dead. And what