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 shopping!" she urged, taking my arm with enthusiasm.
"You can't go." A thick, cold voice interrupted us.
I turned to see Leonardo.
"Why not?" Emily asked, her tone defiant.
"Reasons best known to me," he replied flatly.
“Enemies lurking around “ he added
"Are enemies not always lurking around?" she shot back, clearly annoyed at his sudden change of plans.
Leonardo shot her a cold glare that silenced her.
“Everything she needs for the wedding will be sent here," Leonardo said, his tone dismissive.
Emily looked hurt, withdrawing her hand from mine. She picked up her bag and pulled me into a final hug, whispering,
"We'll meet again."
As she walked away, I felt a surge of anger within me. I didn’t want the wedding, but escaping this mansion had seemed like my only chance. Now, hope was slipping away.
I watched her leave, the flicker of hope she represented vanishing with her. The wedding wasn’t what I wanted. But if I could just escape this mansion…
I had somehow started to like her.
But what did Leonardo mean by "enemies lurking around"? I turned my attention back to him and found him engrossed in a phone call, his expression serious.
I rushed back upstairs, slipping out of my fitted jeans and pulling on a pair of shorts—something easy to run in. I paused for a moment, heart pounding, wondering if this plan was too reckless. But what choice did I have?
I passed through the hallway like I had done with Helen. I was more focused this time. Not missing chances. Then, I spotted a door to the garage. My heart raced as I noticed the guard. This was it—the moment to escape or get caught. I couldn’t afford to hesitate.
I noticed the guard was talking to someone, and he collected a package. I paid more attention and realised it was a food package.
I felt a pang of sympathy for the guard; he seemed overwhelmed with work and had little time to eat. But my pity quickly faded as a plan began to form in my mind.
"Wow!" I exclaimed as I approached him.
The guard's eyes widened, and he hurriedly tucked the food away, caught off guard by my sudden appearance.
"Eating on duty?" I teased, a playful edge to my voice.
"I'm sorry, madam. I don't usually do this," he stammered, flustered.
"Ah, but today is just an exception, isn’t it?" I replied, a hint of mockery in my tone.
Even I was taken aback by how confidently I confronted him. This wasn't just a game; it was my chance to turn the situation to my advantage.
I'll have no choice but to inform Mr. Fiore," I said, narrowing my eyes. The guard's face paled instantly, and I watched guilt and fear flicker across his features. I had him right where I needed him.
“Please don’t,” he said quickly, the panic unmistakable.
“Depends,” I said, leaning closer, my pulse quickening. “If you help me with something.”
He stood, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. His posture stiffened as if preparing for something he didn’t quite understand.
“What do you want?” he asked, his voice guarded.
“I need to step outside. Just for a minute. Not through the main gate. I know there should be another route.”
His doubt was clear, suspicion creeping into his expression. His hand hovered near his pistol, a silent threat.
I smiled, trying to seem harmless. “It’s a surprise for Leonardo. Something... personal.”
His eyes narrowed, sceptical. “I’m not sure I can help you with that ma'am” he replied with a tone of finality.
“You’re new here, right?” I forced a laugh, though every word felt like a gamble. “So am I. I’m just trying to plan a little surprise for him.
I leaned in, my voice a whisper now. “Think about it. You help me, and you’re the one who made it all happen. You’ll be the hero.”
The guard’s shoulders slackened slightly. He was torn, I could see it. But finally, with a reluctant sigh, he nodded.
“Alright. But the part outside is rough terrain, Be careful.”
I barely acknowledged his warning. “Just show me.”
His resistance wavered. Finally, with a heavy sigh, he nodded. “Fine. But be careful .”
He led the way, while I followed him.
We got to a dead maze farm, a twisted trail of thorns and bushes. There he stopped.
“Just keep walking straight,” he said. “It leads to the city.”
Without another word, I took off, the thorns scratching at my bare legs, the pain sharp but ignorable. My heart pounded in rhythm with my feet hitting the ground. I kept running, faster, harder, until I could see the faint outline of the city in the distance. I almost allowed myself a breath of relief.
“Just a little more” I told myself.
But then, the sound of rustling behind me. I stopped, my blood freezing in my veins. Slowly, I turned.
Leonardo.
He stood just a few feet away, his eyes cold and furious locked onto mine. The guard trembled behind him, eyes wide with terror.
Please, don’t kill me, sir,” the guard whimpered. “She said... she said she was planning a surprise.”
Leonardo’s face remained impassive, his gaze never leaving mine. And then, without a word, he raised his gun. I barely had time to react before the sound of the shot echoed through the air.
Blood splattered onto the thorny plants, the guard’s body crumpling to the ground. The thorns tearing through his soulless skin.
I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.
He had killed the guard. No questions, no hesitation.
Because of me. Because of my stupidity.
I wanted to scream but no voice came out.
“Why?” I whispered, my voice trembling, barely audible. Tears blurred my vision, my body trembling as I looked at the lifeless body of the man who had just been helping me moments ago.
Leonardo’s expression didn’t soften. His grip on the gun was steady, unflinching, as he aimed it directly at me.
“This is what you get when you try to play smart with me,” he said coldly, his voice a deadly whisper. His finger tightened on the trigger.
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
Kimberly POV Enzo soon called to tell me it was time to leave. I was glad I came. It had been a good day already.Luciana clung to my cargo pants as I tried to go. “It’s okay, she’ll come visit another time,” Emily said, trying to coax her daughter. Lucy reluctantly let go, but the tears in her eyes nearly undid me. “Babies—they’re so sweet,” I murmured, bending down to hug her. “You’ll come again, huh?” she whispered, her lip trembling. “Pinky promise,” she said, thrusting her tiny finger toward me. I laughed softly and hooked my pinky around hers. “Pinky promise,” I whispered, meaning it. I already saw family here, even if they weren’t supposed to be mine. Behind me, Enzo cleared his throat. I shot him to look sharp enough to cut glass. I understood their rules—emotions weren’t encouraged. But was he really this heartless? I hissed under my breath and gave Emily a final hug before following him out the door. In the car, I noticed the food flask beside me. Emily had