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The night before That evening, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as my mind spun in circles. The air in the room felt too thick, pressing down on my chest like a weight I couldn’t escape. The phone beside me glowed faintly in the dark, a reminder that everything I knew was about to change. Sleep teased the edges of my mind, but it refused to stay. My thoughts raced. What if I had gone too far? What if there was no way back? Just as I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness, the phone buzzed, sharp and intrusive. I grabbed it with shaky fingers. A message from S. "Just a little push. Tomorrow, everything will change."I swallowed hard, my throat dry. I wanted to believe I'm just not doing the wrong thing.The Next Morning The moment my eyes opened, my hand instinctively reached for my phone. Lately, checking my I*******m has become a reflex—since I met s. Today was no different. I scrolled mindlessly until a message from S appeared, waiting for me like a coiled snake."You'
Kimberly POV A sharp sting jolted me awake, pain searing through my back. I blinked, struggling to piece together what was happening, as the sound of gunshots broke through the haze, bringing me back to reality.“Kimberly.” My name floated through the chaos, barely audible.“Kimberly!” The voice came again, louder this time, unmistakable. Leonardo. I could pick out his voice anywhere.Gritting my teeth, I made a feeble attempt to stand, but it was futile. The stone crumbled instantly under my fingers, tumbling down in a dusty heap. The mansion was nothing but rubble now, reduced to mere debris.Another explosion ripped through the air, and I stumbled back to the ground, clutching my side as pain flared up my spine.I forced myself up again, only to see Leonardo rushing toward me. But a pile of fallen bricks had already risen between us, forming an impassable wall.I couldn’t go out, and he couldn’t get in. All around me, the walls continued to cave, pieces collapsing one after anothe
Leonardo POV I rested my head on the desk, the world around me fading as the conversation with Salvatore played on repeat in my mind. His voice was so clear, full of malice, too alive in my thoughts, and every word was like a fresh reminder that he never left.****** The Day Of The Explosion I was sipping my morning coffee when my phone buzzed. It was an unknown number. I picked it up regardless.Silence hung in the air before a voice cut through it—cold, smooth, and maddeningly familiar.“Hello, Mr. Leonardo,” he greeted.The sound of his voice was enough to make my blood run cold. I gripped the edge of the table, forcing myself to stay calm. “Salvatore.”“Nardo,” he purred, his tone thick with mockery. Only Salvatore called me that, his favourite insult hidden under a thin layer of sarcasm.“So quick to remember me”My teeth clenched, jaw tight. “What do you want?”“Ah, straight to business, as always.” He chuckled—a low, grating sound that made me clench my fist around the coff
Kimberly POV A week had passed since we relocated to the mansion in the southern part of Spain. It was grand, imposing, just like the previous one. Talking about that, the name of the man responsible for my turmoil had finally reached my ears—Salvatore. The realisation twisted in my gut like a cruel joke.Days earlier, Luca had demanded my Instagram login after my phone had been shattered, reducing any shred of privacy I clung to. Together, we scrolled through my exchanges with Salvatore. Each word felt like a confession, staining me as Mario and Enzo looked on. Shame prickled up my neck, burning my skin. At that point, I couldn't help but agree I had been stupid. Enzo’s gaze hardened as if silently branding me a fool. I didn't need his disdain to confirm what I already knew—I had been careless.Leonardo rose from his chair, the scrape of wood against the marble tile slicing through the tense silence. He walked to the bar, filling a glass of wine with steady hands, but his jaw clen
Chapter 1 Kimberley POV:"You can't just fire me, sir. I've done so much for this company!" I shouted, my voice shaking with disbelief.Yes, I’d made a mistake…or so they said, but fire me? Just like that? It didn’t make sense.“Do you even understand what you’ve done?” My boss’s voice dropped, cold and sharp. “Kimberley, you leaked our company’s secret formula to our top competitor.”!“What?!” I gasped. “That’s not true! I would never! ”“You can deny it all you want,” he cut in. “I should’ve called the police. But considering the years we’ve worked together, and your past record, I’m offering you an alternative.” He shoved a file across the desk.My eyes flickered to the paper inside, dreading what it might say. The figure on the page stopped my breath. $4,500. Damages.“I didn’t do this!” I protested. “This is a mistake! someone’s framing me!”“Shut your mouth!” a voice rang out.Magret, my boss’s wife, stormed in. Before I could react, she slapped me so hard that my vision blurre
Kimberley POV:I opened my eyes to find myself in a strange room. Dark but surprisingly well ventilated. It took me time to adjust to the new environment, I finally did but,..Where am I? My pulse quickened. Suddenly, Memories of yesterday rushed in like a flood. “My father!” I wanted to scream, but my voice caught in my throat. Then, I heard it—a deep, commanding voice cutting through the stillness. “Never! Never do more than I send you!”“Who is that?” I held my breath, straining to listen.“He was proving stubborn... getting in my way.” Another voice, shaky yet defiant, wavered as if someone were being choked.Their conversation was muffled, words bouncing around like distorted whispers. Something about “D'Bon”... and “go ahead.” But I couldn’t fathom it. “I never asked you to kill him!” The first voice rumbled with anger. Silence followed, thick and unbearable.A sickening thud echoed, followed by a sharp hiss that made my neck prickle. “Bury him,” the voice commanded coldly.
Leonardo POV: I gently brushed a strand of her deep, red hair away, its softness warm beneath my fingertips. I couldn’t help but wonder how much care it took to keep it that way. My gaze softened as I looked at her—unchanged from six years ago. How could she forget? Forget that she was the one who had pulled me from the brink of death.My gaze darkened as I examined a tear marring her skin. It looked fresh, like a brand from a fire. "Who did this to you?" I asked, my voice low and cold, surprising even myself with the intensity of my concern."Who did this to her Enzo?" I barked at my henchman, a muscle-bound guard I had assigned to keep an eye on her."She was stubborn, Don," he replied, his voice trembling slightly under my scrutiny.The realisation hit me like a bullet—Enzo had laid his hands on her.In a flash, I was at Enzo’s side, pinning him against the wall with a force that echoed through the room. “For the second time today, Enzo, you defied my order!” His action ignited
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