Kimberley POV:
I woke to sharp sunlight streaming through the window, forcing my eyes open. Disoriented, I blinked against the brightness. How had I fallen asleep so deeply? I scolded myself—this is unlike me.
A knock came at the door, and before I could respond, it opened. I tensed, bracing myself for the "Don"—the one whose name I didn’t yet know. But the voice that greeted me was female.
“Good morning, ma’am,” she said curtly. “I’m Helen. I’ve been assigned as your personal maid.”
I looked up, my relief barely contained. At least she was younger, with a face that seemed capable of a smile, unlike the stern, older woman who had attended to me yesterday.
“Mr. Fiore requests you come downstairs. He’s expecting you,” she continued. “I’m here to get you ready.”
"Mr. Fore?" I muttered, almost too loudly. "What sort of name is that?"
She stiffened slightly. "Fiore, ma’am," she corrected quickly, then added, “Please, let me help you prepare.”
She looked chatty, eager even, but I swallowed my questions. There’d be time to earn her trust. For now, I needed to keep my thoughts to myself—until I could use her to learn more about the monsters holding me here.
I slid out of bed and walked toward the bathroom, Helen following close behind.
“Don’t,” I said, cutting her off as I reached the doorway. “I don’t need your help here. Just lay out the clothes.”
The bathroom was enormous, easily larger than both my father’s sitting room and kitchen combined. I caught myself comparing the two spaces and immediately pushed the thought away. What good would it do to dwell on what was behind me? My fingers shook as I ran the bath.
By the time I returned, Helen had placed a light floral gown on the bed—a strapless dress paired with a jacket. It was delicate, soft. Strangely beautiful, given the circumstances. I changed silently and followed her downstairs, every step weighed down by thoughts of escape. My eyes roamed, searching for exits, but no clear path emerged.
In the sitting room, I found him. Mr. Fore or whatever sat at the end of the room, reading a newspaper, And I wondered who still reads newspapers these days.
I stood waiting for him to speak.
He finally acknowledged my presence and dropped the newspaper. He lowered the paper and glanced at me. His gaze swept from my dress to my face, unreadable.
“Our wedding is in three days,” he said flatly. “You’ll go with my sister and Enzo to the bridal mall and get yourself a wedding dress.”
I blinked. "A wedding? In ninety six hours?"
“You're not here to plan Kimberley, You're here to marry” He said curtly.
The words sank into me like a stone dropped into dark water. I was about to be bound to a man I loathed, a man who’d taken everything from me.
And your sister?" I asked instead.
"She'll be here by evening."
I made a mental note to be overly nice to his sister, then I will plan an escape or something to just get out of this madness.
I just hope his sister isn't just like him. But I can't stretch my luck, she might just be as evil
He rose from his chair, the movement slow, deliberate. “Don’t play smart, Kimberly. You won’t get far.”
His warning lingered in the air as he walked out, leaving me standing there, helpless.
I couldn’t escape—yet. Not without knowing where I was, how this house worked. First, I needed to learn its layout.
I was going back to my room, I found Helen waiting by the doorway. An idea sparked.
“Helen, how long have you worked here?” I asked, watching her closely.
“Thirteen years, ma’am,” she said, bowing her head slightly.
Perfect. A seasoned servant would know every corner of this mansion.
“Could you give me a tour of the house?” I asked, feigning interest. Desperation edged my voice, but Helen didn’t seem to notice.
“Of course, ma’am. It would be my pleasure.”
She led the way, As I followed her down the grand staircase, my eyes darted to the windows, the doors. Every route a potential escape, if only I had the chance.”
My eyes scanning every room, every hallway. The mansion was enormous, each turn more extravagant than the last. But I saw no hidden doors, no promising exits.
Helen was nice, and a good guide. Showing me places. The mansion was big and we were soon tired. I don't know if it's worth it, 'as I didn't see any "secret door."
Guess I would just have to try to find away myself. Alone.
I was soon hungry, Helen brought my food to my room after I had a shower. But the sight of the food made my hunger disappear.
How could I eat? My brother was in their grasp, my father dead—had they even buried him? I didn’t know. Was anyone mourning him? And here I was, forced into a marriage with the very man who had destroyed my life.
I stared at the untouched food, my mind spiralling deeper.
I remember The office. Elicia. The debt. Everything. I couldn’t even tell how long I’d been lost in thought until Helen returned to call me for lunch as Mr Fiore requested for my presence. Her eyes flicked to the uneaten breakfast and back to me. She sighed softly, though she tried to hide it.
“I’m not hungry,” I said, my voice quieter than I intended.
It doesn't have to do with the food," I tried assuring her. "I'm just not hungry."
"Can't he eat alone," I sighed.
Helen retreated sluggishly, looking scared. But I didn't care.
A moment later, the door creaked open again.
I froze.
He was standing there. Mr. Fiore. His eyes swept over me, taking in the sight of me wrapped in only a towel as I had not changed into any cloth since my last shower.
His gaze lingered for a moment too long, and something in his expression shifted. His jaw tightened, his Adam's apple bobbed.
Hey!" I screamed. He stood in the doorway, watching me, as if weighing a decision. Each step he took toward me felt deliberate, like a predator circling prey. My hands flew up, instinctive, protective. 'Don’t touch me!' My voice cracked with panic.
He paused, clearly not expecting my outburst. His movements slowed, the predatory glint in his eyes dimming.
“Get dressed,” he
said coldly. “My sister is downstairs.”
And then, just as abruptly as he came, he turned and left.
Kimberley POV:"Place your watch securely. Report any unusual activity to me," I heard Mr. Fiore say on the phone as I descended the steps.His face was serious, brows furrowed with worry. Whatever was being discussed was far from trivial.At the bottom of the stairs, a woman suddenly embraced me in a warm hug, catching me off guard. Her perfume was sweet, comforting. For a moment, I wanted to stay in her arms, to forget everything. When she finally let go, I took in her features—blonde hair, bright almond eyes, her smile so easy it seemed impossible not to return it.“What a gem Leonardo’s bagged for himself!” she said brightly.I forced a smile. “Good evening.”“I’m Emiliana. But please, just call me Emily.” She practically radiated happiness, the kind I hadn’t seen since I got here.“Kimberly,” I replied, my smile straining."I can't wait for the wedding," she added, her excitement palpable. I couldn't help but wonder what made her so blissful about the whole thing."Let's go shopp
Kimberly POV:The dresses arrived, and I had to go downstairs to check them. Leonardo was already there, seated, phone pressed to his ear. The sight of him made my stomach churn, so I turned my face, pretending I hadn’t seen him. He ended his call and leaned back, gesturing toward the pile of white dresses. “Try them on.”I hesitated, the thought of changing in front of him twisting my insides. But before I could object, Helen stepped in, reading my discomfort. “This way,” she said gently, guiding me toward a small dressing room off to the side. Inside, I stared at the mountain of fabric. Trying on wedding dresses—dresses I didn’t want—felt like surrender. But what choice did I have? At least Leonardo hadn’t killed me yesterday. I could call that a win... for now. I pulled on the first dress—a sleeveless gown with a furry jacket that felt more suited for a high-society brunch than a wedding. I stepped out, awkwardly crossing my arms, standing in front of Leonardo in the most un
KIMBERLY POVLeonardo didn’t return for a week, leaving me alone in this room with nothing but my thoughts and memories. I couldn’t sleep—every time I closed my eyes, images of Lan and my father drifted in, like ghosts I couldn’t escape. I stared at the ceiling until it blurred. My tears had run dry days ago, but the ache lingered, heavy and dull. With a sigh, I got up and stretched. Staying confined made no sense. Leonardo forbade me from roaming freely, but what was the point of this so-called tour if I stayed locked inside? Dressed in a pair of bum shorts and a faded T-shirt, I doubted anyone could call me provocative. Slipping through the door, I wandered outside, craving air—freedom. The night was cool, the sky stretched wide and endless above me. For a moment, I let my guard down, tilting my face toward the stars. Then, I heard it. A loud screech tore through the stillness, and my stomach dropped. Leonardo. He’s back. Panic twisted in my chest. There was no way I co
Kimberly POV I woke up to a headache that felt like someone had thrown a party in my brain and left without cleaning up. At first, it was just an annoying throb, but as soon as I tried to move, the pain only intensified.My eyes wobbled in their sockets like they hadn’t quite figured out how to work together. Everything was blurry for a moment, but then memories started to surface—bits and pieces of last night: tired, me hitting my head, the fever... Wait. Who had taken care of me? Leo? Leonardo...?I reached out to the side of the bed, expecting—what exactly? Warmth? A presence? But my hand met only cold sheets. Oh. This was a different room. For a second, that realisation hit me like a wave. Had I started thinking of the “other” room as mine? No. Definitely not. That was just... temporary. Right? And then, like a slap from a nosy memory, I recalled Leonardo touching my breast. I bolted upright, instantly regretting it. "Nope, nope, not thinking about that!" I mutt
Kimberly POV As quickly as Leonardo caught me, he steadied me, his hands firm but detached. His dark gaze pinned me in place, searching my expression with a flicker of something unreadable—confusion, maybe, or indifference.I shifted uneasily under his scrutiny. Before I could think, I blurted out, “I came to... check on you.”His brow lifted, but his tone was flat. “For what?”The words I had rehearsed vanished like smoke. “I, uh... wanted to thank you for yesterday.”Leonardo leaned back slightly, the shadow of boredom crossing his face. “You’re welcome. You can leave now.”Frustration boiled up inside me. His coldness was suffocating. “Why are you so cold? What kind of husband are you?” His eyes sharpened, as if I’d crossed a line. “Husband?” He repeated the word, a loaded question. “That’s just for appearances. Remember?”I flinched, though I tried not to let it show. His words stung, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. “You didn’t have to remind me,” I muttered under my breath
Leonardo POV I couldn’t stop thinking about how her lips felt against mine—soft, warm, perfect. The way she looked at me afterward, her eyes wide with surprise, haunted me. And now I was furious. Furious with her. Furious with myself. “Control, Leonardo. Get a grip.” I slammed my fists into the punching bag, harder with every swing. Each hit sent sharp jolts through my knuckles, but the pain wasn’t enough to drown out the memory of Kimberly. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. Every time I breathed, I remembered the scent of her perfume—light and citrusy, like trouble waiting to happen. I hit the bag again. And again. But the frustration refused to go away. It simmered just under my skin, bubbling hotter the longer I stayed away from her. Avoiding her wasn’t working. I thought distance would calm me, but even here in Italy, the space between us only made things worse. I wiped the sweat from my brow, gritting my teeth. The memory of our kiss wasn’t going anywhere. And wors
Kimberly POV I woke to a persistent knock on my door. Did I mention I’ve moved out of this room already? Well, now I’m back here again, the only place that feels familiar in this twisted mansion.“Come in,” I said groggily, rubbing my eyes.Enzo entered, casting me a look laced with impatience.“You’ve been sleeping since yesterday, until now?” he asked, his tone dripping with judgement.I sighed, irritation stirring. This guy was really starting to get under my skin.“What—” I began, but he cut me off.“The boss wants to see you. Now,” he said.“The boss? Leonardo’s back? Since when?”“Please come with me,” Enzo replied, pretending he hadn’t heard me. He clearly had no intention of filling me in.I was still in shorts and an oversized T-shirt. Since he hadn’t suggested I change, I took that as permission to stay as I was. If Leonardo didn’t like it, he could blame Enzo, not me.Following his brisk pace, I realised we were heading to a part of the house I’d never seen before. The furt
Kimberly POV I paced the hallway, my mind racing. Was Leonardo serious? Would he actually hurt Lan? I’d been calling him for hours, but he wasn’t picking up. At one point, his phone had been switched off, and my heart leapt into my throat. “Please, Lan, answer me.’Seeing Mario near the entrance, I hurried over. He seemed friendlier than the others, and maybe he’d tell me something I could believe.“Mario,” I called out, my voice laced with nervous energy.He turned and offered a casual smile, as though nothing were wrong. For a second, I was stunned. “Didn’t he just witness a murder? How do they all do it?” “Hey, Kimberly, what’s up?” he asked, seemingly oblivious to my distress.“Kimberly? You okay?” he said again, his brows knitting together.“No, Mario. I need to talk to my brother.” My voice wavered. “Leonardo threatened him earlier, and now I can’t reach Lan.”Mario smiled slightly, but I saw something flicker in his gaze, just for a second. “Leonardo wouldn’t hurt Lan,” he repl
Kimberley's Pov My heart leapt into my throat. There, in flesh and blood, with a gun clutched in one hand and his eyes locked onto me. My man. He was all I ever could have hoped for. But Lara wasn’t through yet. Not even her doom is glaring. Without hesitation, she moved for me, her fingers closing around my neck and jerking me backward roughly. My knife was still clutched in my fingers, but Lara moved first, her grip tightening around my throat in an unrelenting grasp. “No, no, no, Leonardo,” she sneered, her breath coming in jerky puffs. “You have played your move too soon. I will be the one to conclude it.” She yanked me toward her, using my body as a shield. I struggled to breathe, my chest rising and falling desperately against the tightening grip. My vision blurred, and I felt the sting of tears at the edge of my eyes, not from pain, not yet, at least, but from fear. Leonardo’s gun remained leveled. His eyes glinted, trained on both of us, a deadly tranquility in his
Kimberly’s POVMy heart slammed against my ribs. There he was, my Leonardo standing in the dimly lit warehouse, a gun clutched in his hand, his dark eyes locked onto mine. My man. My savior. My only hope.But Lara wasn’t done. Not even with her downfall staring her in the face.Before I could react, she yanked me backward, her fingers closing around my throat in a vice-like grip. The force sent a sharp jolt of pain down my spine, my breath choking off in my throat. My knife was still in my hand, but she moved too fast, her hold tightening with brutal force.“No, no, no, Leonardo.” She sneered, her breath ragged with fury. “You played your move too soon. I will be the one to finish this.”She jerked me against her, using my body as a human shield.I struggled, my chest rising and falling in desperate gasps. Black spots danced at the edges of my vision, my body fighting the suffocating grip. I wasn’t just afraid, I was terrified.Leonardo’s gun never wavered. His face was unreadable, bu
Kimberley's POV.Pain radiated from my wrists, where the ropes had chafed my skin. The moldy, wet environment in the warehouse blistered in my lungs when I struggled to draw a steady breath. The knife was still at my throat, the cold steel pressing hard enough to sting.Lara’s grip about the handle was strong, but it seemed off. She was unbalanced, trembling, and unsteady.She’s unraveling.I’d spent long enough witnessing humans manipulate, deceive, and distort reality to know when an individual was about to lose it. Lara was losing it completely, her sanity, her power, her sense of victory.I just had to push her a little deeper.“You don’t have to do this,” I whispered, putting a tremble in my voice. I had to sound vulnerable. Needed to make Lara believe I'm afraid, because I was, but fear wasn’t the only thing keeping me alive right now. My baby was.Lara let out a faint, humorless laugh. "Sweetie, I don't have to, but I'd prefer to."I swallowed, feeling the press of the knife ag
Leonardo's POV.The moment I stepped out into the cold night, I could sense the weight of it all bearing down upon me. My heart beat in erratic pulses, my blood afire with anger and with fright. This was not just another job; it was about Kimberley—my wife, the mother of my daughter, the woman I loved more than anything.She was out somewhere, in agony, and at the mercy of a lunatic with no qualms about ruining everything I cherished.My team was already in motion, but the distance between us and the abandoned warehouse district felt like an eternity. My mind raced, calculating, strategizing. I had to move quickly, but every second felt like a lifetime.The pounding in my head matched the thudding of my heart."Boss," Enzo interrupted, shaking me out of my trance state. “We’ve got the location. We’re almost there. We’ll storm the place, get in and get her out.”I barely acknowledged him. I kept my eyes trained in one direction and my hands holding onto the wheel even tighter."I’ll ta
Kimberley's POV My nerves weren’t soothed by the faint, fading light above my head. The adrenaline coursing through my veins made my pulse race, and the sweat trickling down my back only added to my sense of urgency. I wasn’t going to give up, not now that there was still a chance to escape. I had to give it my all.The only thing standing between me and freedom was Royce, who stood quietly in the corner, his body stiff and guarded. Lara had gone off to do whatever twisted thing she had planned, leaving me alone with the man who had been both my captor and maybe, just maybe my saviour.Royce’s eyes darted nervously around the room as he sat on a crate a few feet from me. He was a man lost in thought, pondering his next move, uncertainty written all over him.I recognized it. The hesitation. The anxiety. I had to use it. I needed to take this moment, to push him further.With a quiet resolve, I began, my voice gentle but steady. “Royce, I know you don’t want to be here. Your eyes show
Leonardo's POV There was no sound in the safe house. It was silent. Too silent. Seated in my office, my knuckles turned white as I gripped the whiskey in the crystal tumbler. The amber liquid, which had yet to be touched, reflected the faint light from the enormous chandelier above. My thoughts were elsewhere, obviously not in this house or this room. They were with her. Kimberley. My wife. Missing. In danger. Kimberly's parent has called a while ago, doing everything within their power to bring back their daughter. But nothing was coming forth. Well what do I expect when dealing with a psychopath? Nancy had been beating and blaming herself and it's driving me crazier.And now this.I gazed at the plain envelope on my desk, my fingers quivering slightly. Just a simple manila envelope. No address. No labels.I sat there as if my world hadn't just been shattered. Lan had brought it. It was found outside the main gates. The delivery had not been captured on camera. There were no footpr
Kimberley's POV It was cold in the room. Not only from the absence of heat but also from the overwhelming presence of insanity that hung thick in the air. My wrists were raw from the restraints, my body sore from the struggle earlier. But none of that mattered. What mattered was survival. I had to get inside Royce’s head. He looked like he is doing all of these by order and not will.I needed to make him question, doubt, and eventually turn against Lara. Because she wasn’t just unhinged, she was unpredictable. And unpredictable people were the most dangerous.Humming under her breath, Lara sat in the corner, flipping through her sick little scrapbook. I got chills from the sound. She was engrossed in a world she had created for herself in which I was the barrier she had to remove, and Leonardo was hers. After a while, she fell asleep.I needed to act quickly.With his arms folded and his face unreadable, Royce stood close to the door. He was built like a soldier, broad shoulders, a
Leonardo's POV.Sweat, alcohol, and sex filled the underground den. The gloomy shadows on the dirty walls were created by the dim red lights that flickered above. Cigarette smoke thickened the air, and the faint sounds of illegal transactions buzzed around the room.Men such as myself hardly ever entered such a place without making a scene.And I was going to do just that.Closely followed by my men, I forced my way through the heavy steel door. Suspicious eyes darted toward us, and the room’s noise level instantly decreased. Since they were already aware of who I was, I didn’t need to introduce myself.Enzo moved forward first, looking around the throng. Then he barked, “Where’s Aldo?”A couple of customers shifted uneasily and looked toward the rear area. In situations like this, fear outweighed loyalty—even though nobody wanted to be the one to sell out their own.I didn't have patience for games. I strode forward, yanking the nearest man out of his seat. With a yelp, he spilled hi
Kimberley’s POV A dull ache pulsed at the back of my head, pulling me from unconsciousness. My limbs felt sluggish, and my body felt heavy as I forced my eyes open. The tiny, windowless room was filled with unsettling shadows as the faint light above flickered.Panic weighed heavily on my chest. The last thing I could recall was kicking, struggling, and tasting fear as I fought Lara before I was grabbed from behind. Right now, I am in a new and worse place. The air was cold, with a hint of mildew and a hint of metal.This time, my wrists were bound in front of me rather than behind me as I lay on a firm mattress. Even though my ankles were still tied, there was more space than before.And then I heard a sound…light footsteps.I tensed as I looked up suddenly. The light flickered as Lara stood in the doorway. But she was different in some way. She was no longer the smug, controlled woman I had previously met.This was a more dangerous Lara, with her hair disheveled, her pupils blown w