ISADORA
I didn’t mean to eavesdrop on him, I swear. I was just looking for Rafael. Luca had told me to take him with me to shop for my school materials. One of his men directed me to his office, and that’s when I heard it. Luca’s voice, sharp and angry, cut through the door like a blade. He was talking about The Scorpions. What the hell is that? And then… my dad? A trafficking ring? There’s something going on, something big and no one is telling me about it. My chest felt tight as I stood there, frozen. I can’t just sit here in the dark. I have to find out what’s happening, especially if it involves my dad. Trying to shake off the unease curling in my stomach, I texted Laura to let her know I’d be back at school next week. Within minutes, my phone rang, her name flashing on the screen. “Oh my God, Isa!” she squealed the moment I picked up. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you. Are you really coming back?” “Yes, I’ll be there next week,” I said, forcing myself to sound more excited than I felt. We spent hours catching up. Laura rattled on about the usual—lectures, gossip, and the one professor who always seemed to have it out for us. I couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm, even though my mind kept drifting back to what I overheard. As the conversation lulled, I wandered to my window, cradling the phone in my hand. That’s when I saw him, Luca. He stormed out of the house, his jaw set, his shoulders rigid with tension. Rafael was right behind him, moving quickly to keep up. Something had set him off, and I had a feeling it had everything to do with what I overheard earlier. Whatever it was, it wasn’t good. Toward noon, my phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number. "I know your predicament. I can help you escape." My heart raced as I stared at the screen. Who could’ve sent this? Only my mom and dad knew I was here with Luca, not even Laura had a clue. I hesitated for a moment before typing back, "Who are you?" Five minutes later, a reply came. "Your well-wisher." Well-wisher? My stomach twisted in suspicion. It didn’t sit right. Could it be Luca? Was he testing me, trying to see if I’d take the bait? I decided to ignore the text. Picking up my novel, I tried to distract myself, but the words blurred on the page as my thoughts spiraled. Who was this person? How did they know where I was? And why now? Eventually, I gave up and decided to take a walk around the house. I needed to clear my head. The house was massive, a maze of hallways and rooms, some of which I hadn’t even explored yet. As always, there were guards everywhere. They pretended not to notice me, but I wasn’t stupid. Their eyes followed my every move. I wandered aimlessly until I stumbled across a door I hadn’t seen before. It was tucked away at the end of a hallway, almost hidden. Was it a basement? A storage room? I couldn’t tell, but curiosity got the best of me. I twisted the knob. It was unlocked. Inside, the air was cool and faintly musty. The room was packed with items covered in transparent plastic, probably things they no longer used. Boxes were stacked haphazardly, and furniture leaned against the walls, shrouded like ghosts. Something caught my eye, a book on one of the shelves. It looked old, its leather cover cracked and worn, but it had been carefully preserved. I pulled it out and flipped it open. The first photo stopped me cold. A beautiful redhead in a wedding dress stared back at me, her smile radiant and soft. She was stunning, her eyes full of joy. My heart skipped a beat as I read the tag beneath the photo "Alicia Garcia." Luca’s dead wife. I stood there, frozen, staring at her face. Memories of whispered conversations flooded back to me, rumors that Luca had killed his wife in cold blood. It was something everyone in high society had speculated about but no one dared to say to his face. As I looked at her picture, my chest tightened. Could the rumors be true? Could Luca really have killed her? And if he did… what did that mean for me? The sound of footsteps outside the door snapped me out of my thoughts. Panicked, I quickly slid the album back onto the shelf and stepped out of the room, my heart racing. I didn’t want to find out what would happen if Luca caught me in there. I didn’t get far before I came face-to-face with him. “Done snooping around?” he sneered, his voice laced with that dangerous edge I was starting to recognize all too well. “I wasn’t—” “Be truthful for once,” he cut me off, his tone sharp enough to make me flinch. He stepped closer, his towering presence making the hallway feel even smaller. “Come on, ask me.” “Ask you what?” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. He tilted his head, studying me like I was a puzzle he was piecing together. “You don’t think I see those wheels in your head turning? Or the thousand questions you’ve got sitting right there on the tip of your tongue?” “I—” “Ask me,” he said again, softer this time but no less commanding. The words caught in my throat. My mind raced back to the album, to the photo of Alicia, her radiant smile, and the rumors that had haunted Luca for years. My pulse thundered in my ears. I swallowed hard, the question burning on my tongue. “Did you…” I hesitated, my chest tightening. “Did you kill her?” His entire body froze. For a moment, it felt like the air was sucked out of the room. His blue eyes locked onto mine, icy and unreadable. “That’s the question you want to ask me?” His voice was dangerously quiet, each word clipped and deliberate. I couldn’t back down now, even as fear clawed at my throat. “It’s what they say about you,” I whispered. “People say you—” “People say a lot of things, Isadora,” he cut me off, stepping closer. His presence was suffocating, his gaze like a blade slicing through my resolve. “Do you believe them?” “I don’t know what to believe,” I admitted, my voice trembling. He stared at me for a long, agonizing moment before letting out a cold laugh, one that sent chills down my spine. “Be careful what answers you go looking for,” he said, his tone sharp enough to cut. “You might not like what you find.” And just like that, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving me standing there with my heart pounding and the haunting realization that I might’ve just poked the beast. Did he do it? Or was I too scared to know the truth?ISADORA Luca kept his promise. I started taking classes again, but turns out I had a lot of work and notes to catch up on. I couldn’t hide the fact that I was engaged to Luca from Laura, especially when I’m followed by two bodyguards wherever I go. Surprisingly, she took it better than I thought she would. It was a relief, honestly. But Luca’s been working late a lot lately, and I rarely see him anymore. I’m not sure if I’m crazy, but I miss him. Every time we dined together, he’d ask about school, about how I was coping. I could see the bags under his eyes, the weight of everything pressing on him. He was stressed, a lot more than I think he let on. It’s Sunday now, and I’m catching up on schoolwork. Luca’s library is well-equipped, and I’ve been spending most of my time here, trying to get through the backlog. "Studying?" Rafael’s voice startled me. "Yeah, I have a test next week," I stretched and turned to face him. He was holding a small box. "For you," he said, handing it
ISADORA Flashes went off the moment we stepped out of the car, the bright lights blinding and relentless. Luca's hand found its place on my waist, firm and possessive, as he guided me into the grand hall."Don’t wander too far," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. I nodded, though the thought of wandering off was the furthest thing from my mind.Inside, Luca was immediately swept into a sea of people—some young, some older, but all with the same goal: to curry favor or ask for something only he could give. I watched as he handled them effortlessly, his charm on full display, while I stood to the side, feeling somewhat out of place in a room full of polished, dangerous faces.It wasn’t long before my parents arrived. My mother’s face lit up with a small, practiced smile as she pulled me into a hug."Isa, dear, you look beautiful," she said, her tone sweet but hollow."Thank you, Mother," I replied, my voice flat and distant."I miss you," she added, but her words barely regi
Luca I was seething. My fists clenched so tight my knuckles ached, the fire burning in my chest begging for release. I wanted to punch something or someone but I couldn’t. Not with Isadora beside me, her hands trembling ever so slightly, despite the steady front she was trying to put on.Rafael had caught the bastard who pulled the trigger, but the only reason I wasn’t ramming my fist into his face right now was her. She needed me calm. Steady. For her sake, I was forcing the rage down, burying it deep where it wouldn’t touch her.The ride home was steeped in silence. Tension weighed the air, thick and heavy. I glanced at her. She was staring out the window, lost somewhere far away. I could still see the flash of terror in her eyes, hear the faint gasp she made right after the shot, it had burned itself into my mind."You okay?" I asked, my voice rougher than I intended.She didn’t look at me, just gave a small nod. "I’m fine," she murmured, though I could hear the lie in every sylla
Isadora A slight movement beneath me startled me awake. I blinked, disoriented, and realized I'd fallen asleep on Luca's chest. His arm was still around me, holding me close, but his body jerked suddenly. "n-no, get away from her," he muttered, his voice hoarse, strained with something I couldn't place. His face twisted, brows furrowed as he shifted restlessly beneath me. "d-don't..." "Luca," I said softly, gently tapping his chest. "Luca, wake up. It's just a nightmare." But he didn't wake up. His expression darkened, his breathing uneven. Before I could react, his hand shot out, grabbing my arm in a vise-like grip. "Don't touch me," he hissed, his words slurred with sleep. "You're despicable. You killed her!" His hold tightened, his fingers digging painfully into my skin. "Luca!" I winced, trying to shake him awake. "Luca, wake up! You're hurting me!" His grip didn't loosen, and for a moment, panic surged through me. His nightmare had a hold on him, and I wasn't sure how to
Isadora A few weeks had passed since the attack, and life had taken on a strange new normal. Luca had enrolled me in self-defense classes, though I wasn’t sure if it was for my protection or just his peace of mind. My two former bodyguards had been replaced by new ones, both of whom looked like they could kill with just a glare. And then there was Rafael who was always there, always watching, like a shadow I couldn’t shake. He wasn’t exactly fun, but I’d caught him smiling more than once when he was around Laura. Maybe she was softening him up. With finals just a few weeks away, most of my time was spent studying. Luca, despite his... unconventional line of work, had been surprisingly helpful. Whenever he wasn’t busy running the Mafia, he’d sit with me and help me prepare. He’d even tutor me on the parts of business law that made my head spin, his sharp mind and patient demeanor catching me off guard. It was almost easy to forget who he really was when he’d show up with blankets a
Isadora The elevator ride felt suffocating, the silence pressing down like a heavy weight. Luca stood next to me, his presence commanding as always, but now it felt different, tense, expectant.“Isadora,” he finally said, his voice low but firm. “What aren’t you telling me?”I looked at him, my pulse quickening. His eyes were sharp, piercing into me like he could unravel my secrets if I even hesitated too long.“It’s nothing, really,” I said, trying to sound convincing. “Just—”The elevator dinged, cutting me off as we reached the lobby. Luca’s jaw tightened, but he let the moment pass, ushering me toward the car.The drive back to the house was quiet. Too quiet. Luca didn’t speak, and I didn’t dare break the silence. My phone burned in my bag, the latest text repeating in my mind like a broken record. “Ask him about Alicia. You deserve to know.”Alicia. His first wife.I couldn’t shake the curiosity, the doubt. I knew I should let it go, but the question lingered, clawing at me.Whe
Isadora "Wow, you look terrible," Laura said as I stepped into class, her tone shot back, sliding into the seat next to her."Don’t deflect," she said, leaning closer. "Something’s up with you. Spill."I sighed, leaning on my elbows. "I went out on a date with Luca."Her eyebrows shot up. "You what? How did it go?""It was fine, I guess," I said slowly. "Until I got this text." I pulled out my phone and showed her the string of anonymous messages I’d been getting, the ones about Luca and Alicia, his dead wife.Laura frowned as she scrolled through them. "Okay, yeah, this is... weird. Do you think the rumors are true, though?""I don’t know what to believe, Laura," I admitted, running a hand through my hair. "He’s so good to me. He’s thoughtful, kind... but he’s also a Don. He kills people. And Alicia..." I trailed off, biting my lip."And?" Laura pressed, her voice quieter now.I hesitated, my throat tightening as the words hovered on the tip of my tongue. "And... I think I’ve start
Luca "What about Alicia?" The topic was a sore spot for me, and this wasn't the first time she'd brought it up. "Be truthful with me, Luca." "Did you love her?" I raised a brow at her. Where was this coming from? "No." I didn't even blink. She gulped. "Did you-did you kill her?" She wouldn't meet my eyes. "No," I said, my tone steady. Her head snapped up sharply. "You didn't?" she repeated, almost like she didn't believe me. "What? You sound like you want it to be me so badly. I might be a bad person, Isadora, and yeah, I might kill people. But I don't hurt women or children," I said, my voice dropping to something cold and sharp. "But the rumors-" "Do you believe the rumors?" I cut her off, holding her gaze, daring her to answer. Isadora’s lips parted, but no sound came out. The hesitation in her eyes told me more than words ever could. "I asked you a question," I said, my tone cutting through the silence like a blade. "Do you believe the rumors?" "I... I d
LUCAShe said she was fine.But she wasn’t.I knew Isadora too damn well by now—not just her smiles, her sighs, the subtle shifts in her posture when she was tired or thinking too hard—but the way she lied.Because she was a terrible liar.And that smile she gave me? It was just that—a cover. A shield.I watched her a second longer, her eyes flicking back to the phone like it burned.He looked familiar to her.She didn’t say it out loud, but I saw it in the way her shoulders stiffened, the pause too long before her answer. Something about that face hit her memory hard, and she buried the reaction faster than she thought I’d notice.But I always noticed.Because I paid attention.Because ever since I put that ring on her finger, I’d made it my business to protect her—whether from enemies or memories she didn’t want to face.I set the phone down, leaned closer, brushing her hair away from her cheek, even though my pulse had picked up slightly. “You
ISADORAThe Next Morning“Peonies or white roses?” Laura asked, holding up the two mood boards like this decision could alter the course of history.I eyed both, pretending to care even though my head wasn’t really in it. My heart was, though—because this wedding? It meant freedom. A promise. A future. Even if the groom walked around with a loaded gun and nightmares carved into his bones.“Peonies,” I said, eventually. “They’re softer.”Laura nodded, scribbling a note. “And the dress fitting is still set for Friday. Your shoes came in yesterday, and we need to finalize the seating chart.”“Luca’s not going to care who sits where,” I muttered.She smirked. “He cares more than he lets on. He told Rafael to make sure your uncle doesn’t sit next to that one cousin you hate.”I blinked. “He knows about that?”“Girl, he knows everything.”I bit back a smile.Maybe he did.Maybe he was listening.Luca and Rafael popped in and out—checking on securi
ISADORALater That DayI didn’t go back to my room. Couldn’t. I needed clarity, not the suffocating silence of silk sheets and locked doors. So I went to the only place that ever made sense when everything else didn’t—the garden. Luca’s mother’s garden, to be exact. It was a piece of serenity tucked between the chaos, the only place in this mansion that hadn’t been touched by blood or secrets.I walked along the stone path, brushing my fingers against the petals of the roses she used to care for. It was ironic, how something so delicate could survive here, in a place built on violence and power plays. Maybe that’s why I liked it—because it reminded me of what I wanted to be. Soft when I chose to be. Sharp when I needed to be.I sat on the stone bench at the edge of the garden, pulling my knees to my chest, letting the wind carry my thoughts. I didn’t hear him approach—not at first—but I felt it. That same tension in the air. That same storm.Luca.He didn’t say anyt
ISADORAThe Next MorningI woke to the faint scent of sandalwood and fire.Luca.Even before my eyes opened, I could feel him—his presence thick in the air, like a storm had passed through and left its electricity behind. The sheets beside me were cool, but the echo of him lingered. A ghost of warmth. A shadow of protection. And danger.I sat up slowly, the silk of my nightgown whispering against my skin as I ran a hand through my hair. The mansion was too still. Like it was holding its breath.Or maybe… like he was.The last few days had been a blur of lace, tastings, flower samples, and dress fittings. Smiles that didn’t quite reach my eyes. Laughter that felt like someone else’s. I’d played the part—I always did—but I wasn’t blind.Luca had changed.There was an edge to him now, sharper than usual. Not the possessive, controlling type that gripped my waist too tightly or growled when someone looked at me too long—no, this was colder. Strategic. Distant.
EMILIO Unknown Location The ice clinked against the side of the glass as I stirred lazily, the amber liquid inside catching the light of the chandelier above. “Status?” I asked, mirroring the same word Morretti was probably spitting into his phone right now. Viktor stood across the room, arms folded, expression sharp. “She was shaken. He’s rattled. Mission accomplished.” A smile tugged at my mouth. “Good.” I rose from the armchair and crossed to the wall of screens, all still frames from different angles—streets, clubs, surveillance feeds. And right in the center, a blurry image of Isadora, caught mid-turn in that little bridal boutique. Fear in her eyes. Vulnerability in her shoulders. It was art. “She didn’t see the blade,” Viktor said. “Just the man. It was enough.” “That was the point,” I murmured. “It was never about hurting her. Not yet. It was about jarring him.” I tapped the screen slowly, the rhythm like a
LUCAAn Hour LaterI watched her disappear down the hall with a flicker of a smile on her lips. A rare one. One I hadn’t seen in too long.God, I missed that smile.The moment she turned the corner, I was already pulling my phone from my pocket.“Status?” I asked, voice low.Rafael answered on the first ring. “We tracked the van. No plates. Abandoned in Queens. Torched.”Of course it was. “Surveillance?”“Nothing clean. Either they knew the angles or they’ve got someone on the inside feeding them locations.”I let out a breath, slow and steady. My fingers clenched around the glass in my hand, tension humming just beneath my skin.“Pull every camera within a ten-block radius. I want facial recognition run on anyone near that vehicle in the past twenty-four hours.”Rafael was silent for a beat. “Luca, you should tell her what we know. She’s not stupid—”“No,” I cut him off. “She doesn’t need more reasons to lose sleep. Let her plan the damn wedding.”
LUCAThe Next MorningThe storm inside me hadn’t passed. It had simply settled into a quiet rage, one that hummed beneath my skin like a loaded gun. I stood by the window in my office, watching the sun claw its way up through the skyline, wondering how the hell it had come to this.Emilio. That name was starting to rot in my brain. I should’ve seen him coming. I should’ve anticipated the move, the breach. The moment I saw the fear in Isadora’s eyes, I knew I’d failed. And failure? That’s not something I wear lightly.She was right. She always is when it comes to the things I don’t want to admit. I’d been so obsessed with shielding her, watching her every move, preparing for every threat—except the one that slipped right past us. And she’d seen it clearer than I had: maybe she wasn’t the real target. Maybe I was.But fuck, if I’m the target, then fine. Let them come. I can take it. I’ve taken worse. What I can’t take? Watching her unravel, feeling that grief eating her
ISADORA “I mean,” I continued, my voice tightening with each word, “what if it’s not me they want? What if they’re after you? What if Emilio’s plan is bigger than just hurting me? Maybe I’m just the distraction.” I saw the shift in him, but it wasn’t shock. It was something else—an understanding. A knowing. “I thought I’d made that clear,” he said, his voice softer now, almost like he was speaking to himself. “You’re always the first to be in danger because they know what you mean to me. But I’ve never thought you were the ultimate target.” My chest tightened at the realization. I wanted to argue, but the truth was, he already knew. He’d already thought of it. He always thought of everything. “You always think about me,” I murmured, my voice cracking slightly, “but you never think about yourself. About what could happen to you.” He stepped closer, but this time there was no anger in his movement. Just an unsettling calm. “You don’t get it, Isador
ISADORAThe tension in the house was suffocating. Luca hadn’t spoken much since last night, but I could feel his presence—watchful, calculating. He was always in control, but now? Now he was something else entirely. A storm waiting to break.I sat in the library, pretending to read while my mind ran in circles. Emilio. The name had latched onto my thoughts, sinking its claws in, refusing to let go. He had sent someone to me. He had found me. I was supposed to be safe under Luca’s protection, yet a stranger had slipped past his security like it was nothing.A sharp knock at the door made me jump.Laura stepped in, eyes scanning me carefully before shutting the door behind her. “You okay?”I sighed, closing the book I wasn’t actually reading. “I don’t know.”She sat on the armrest of my chair, crossing her arms. “Luca is losing his mind over this.”I snorted. “Yeah, I gathered that much.”“Have you spoken to him?”I shook my head. “Not since last night. He ju