Kimberly POV “Kimberly, are you okay?” Leonardo’s voice cut through, his tone sharp with urgency. “Oh my goodness, she’s having a seizure!” someone else shouted, panic rising in their voice. I felt hands on my body, several of them, pinning me down to stop my convulsions. My muscles screamed in protest, but I couldn’t control them. Through the chaos, my gaze locked onto Leonardo’s deep blue eyes. He wasn’t in front of me anymore, but his eyes lingered in my mind like a trance. “Can she stop staring in one direction?” a voice asked, tinged with confusion. “We need to get her stabilised first,” another replied firmly. Then I felt a shock on my chest, cold and jarring, ripping through my chest like lightningOne! Two! My body arched, and I gasped, air finally rushing back into my lungs. My eyes shifted, breaking free from the fixation. The room spun around me, and I felt the faintest hint of calm before exhaustion overtook me. In no time, I drifted into sleep. Even in m
Kimberly POV Avoiding Leonardo throughout the rest of the week was easier than I thought it would be. A part of me wondered if I secretly wanted him to come find me, to talk things through. But if he couldn’t fight for me, then what was the point?I threw myself into my hospital sessions and all I can say is that it's really tiring. Each day felt like my energy was being drained. Emily had been visiting often,always reaching out and looking out for me. I felt guilty for not reciprocating her warmth, but healing, as I had learned, wasn’t just physical.Leonardo, on the other hand, was almost a ghost. He was always at work or out on business, and some nights, he didn’t come home at all. I told myself it didn’t matter. It had to stop mattering.“How are you feeling now, Kimberly?” Mario’s voice pulled me from my thoughts.I turned to see him standing by the doorway, his familiar smile easing some of the tension in my chest. “I’m fine, Mario. How’s Enzo? I hope he’s getting better.”Be
Kimberly POV The makeup artist kept layering foundation on my face, her strokes firm and deliberate. I wondered how many more layers it would take before I couldn't recognize myself completely.“This is enough,” I finally said, my voice laced with irritation.“The bruises need to be completely covered, maam," she replied without hesitation. I sighed and gave in. The bruises from Marcus and Treo were not something I wanted to carry visibly into the ceremony, but I could already imagine myself looking like a witch under all that makeup. When Leonardo's hand tightened around my waist as we stepped onto the red carpet, I immediately stiffened. The pressure from his grip reminded me that escape wasn't an option, not tonight. The camera flashes were blinding and incestent, the fake smiles on my face was beginning to exhaust me. We posed for several business photos, greeted a few important faces, and eventually made our way inside. The interior was chilling. The lights were dim, cas
Kimberly POV We barely spoke after the ceremony. The silence between us was suffocating, yet it suited me just fine. I wasn’t happy about the whole Mafia thing and was only waiting for Leonardo to slip up, give me an opening to unleash all the venom I’d bottled up.Sitting on my bed, I glanced at the to-do list I’d written that morning. It was really ironic, At the top of the list was calling Ian daily. Next was avoiding Emily. I’d pulled out of her persistent attempts to make us bond, but she just kept coming back.Further down, I’d added something for myself, reading romance novels. I’d intentionally chosen a mafia romance, thinking I might find some peace in it, Instead, it just irritated me. The characters were so infuriatingly smitten with each other, their lives somehow perfect despite the chaos. Unlike me, the female lead wasn’t kidnapped, dragged into a world she didn’t belong to.I slammed the book shut and tossed it onto the bed. My irritation bubbled over, making me restle
Kimberly POV I stared at my to-do list, where self-defense training stood out boldly under number two, right after Call Lan. My chest tightened at the sight of it, as if seeing it there again made the challenge feel even more tasking.I slipped into my camisole and fitted leggings, plugged in my headphones, and jogged to the training room. The rhythm of my steps matched the music in my ears, steadying my nerves. I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect today, but anything was better than sitting around and feeling useless. Just like Monica said, I wasn’t the "Donna by Action." Since the bloody ritual, I hadn’t been given a single task.When I pushed open the gym doors, I expected to see Enzo, my usual trainer. Instead, piercing blue eyes locked on mine, freezing me mid-step. Leonardo stood by the weights, shirtless, his skin glistening with sweat. He lowered the dumbbells with ease, the movement fluid and controlled, like everything he did.“I... uh... thought Enzo would be here,” I st
Kimberly POV I couldn't forget Monica's words. It was past evening and I was awaiting Helen's call for dinner. I wasn't hungry. I was frustrated and heading towards the gym."Off all days!" I frowned, trying to force open the door. The gym was locked just like everything in this mansion.I had spent the day reading a new mafia novel. It seems better than the previous ones I’d been reading. In it, the female lead took power into her own hands and made the male lead fall in love with her. But that male lead was cooperative, not the pig-headed man I called my husband.I reached the heavy glass door and tugged at the handle. It didn’t budge. "Off all days!" I frowned, trying to force open the door. The gym was locked just like everything in this mansion."Just forget it." I said to no one in particular, and went to sit on the marble steps outside, hugging my knees to my chest.The evening air was thick, the heavy clouds above were promising rain. I didn’t know how long I stayed there,
Kimberly POV I sighed in frustration as my Blinklist app displayed the dreaded message: "To be responded to in 48 hours." Does this mean I’d spend the next two days in utter boredom? I’d already spent the past month after training devouring romance books, so the thought of a bookless night was unbearable.It was only 9 PM, and restlessness clawed at me. The house was deathly quiet. Helen was on her day off, and Enzo had taken his rare break too. Everyone else had somewhere to be, something to do. Everyone except me.I wandered aimlessly through the hallways, letting the silence press against me. My steps brought me to the door of Leonardo’s room.The temptation to peek inside and see what his private world looked like gnawed at me, but I fought it down. “Ugggh” Moving on, I passed a heavy wooden door I hadn’t noticed before. Its design looked old, like it belonged in a castle, not a modern mansion. I stopped, curiosity tugging at me. This part of the house was unfamiliar. I haven
Kimberly's POV“There’s going to be a two-week training for all new recruits. As Don and Donna, we have to be available,” Leonardo said casually, his voice steady as he bit into his toast.I glanced up from my plate. Why does he always wait until breakfast to drop these little landmines? Does he want me to choke to death?“What will be my job?” I asked, trying to keep my irritation in check.“Nothing much,” he replied with a shrug. “Just that it’s unavoidable for you not to be there.”I sighed. “All I’ll be doing is welcoming people?”He nodded, his focus never wavering from his meal.“What a life,” I muttered under my breath, poking at my eggs. My tone was sharp enough to make him glance at me, but I didn’t care if he heard.---“You’re done for today, ma’am,” Enzo said with a grin, handing me a bottle of water.I smiled back, wiping sweat from my brow. “Not gonna lie, it was enjoyable,” I admitted, my muscles aching from the self-defense session.“Of course, ma’am. It only proves ho
Kimberly POV “Leave now, Monica!” Leonardo's sharp voice cut through the air, his hand catching Monica's wrist just as she lunged toward me.“Leo, she…” Monica tried to argue, her voice trembling with anger.“Get out!” he barked again, his tone cold and commanding. His glare made it clear there would be no room for negotiation.Monica’s eyes darted between us, fury and humiliation painting her face as she stormed out of the room, her heels clicking sharply against the tiled floor, leaving us alone in the convenience.Leonardo’s gaze shifted to me. For a moment, he looked uncertain, his lips parting as though searching for the right words. But I beat him to it.“What now, Leo?” I asked, crossing my arms and meeting his stare. The lingering tension made my voice sharper than I intended.He hesitated, then stepped closer. “Kimberly... I searched for you. I tried to find you. But…” His voice trailed off as he reached out, his fingers brushing my cheek.The warmth of his touch sent an unw
Leonardo’s POV"The winner has been decided," the announcer’s voice thundered through the hall, pulling me from my restless thoughts. My fingers tapped rhythmically against the armrest, a futile attempt to mask my growing irritation."Many of us know the rankings of the top two companies have remained unchanged for years," the announcer continued, pausing theatrically. "But will that remain the case this year?""For God’s sake, can he just say it and get this over with?" Monica hissed beside me, her tone sharp enough to draw a few curious glances.I clenched my jaw. The announcer’s unnecessary theatrics were grating, but my focus remained razor-sharp. I needed the Fiore Company to maintain its dominance. Anything less than first place was unacceptable."The fifth world-largest company goes to Stiten & Co.," he announced finally.Scattered applause followed as the award was presented. The announcer droned on, working his way through the ranks. My patience wore thinner with each passing
Kimberly's POV“Don’t hire a copywriter this time,” I said plainly, folding my arms as I watched Alex face turn ashen.“What? We might lose ranking!” he exclaimed, alarmed.“Do you trust me?” I asked, meeting his gaze.“What do you mean?” he asked, his voice laced with doubt.“I’d like to handle the contract myself. All I want is your approval. Leave the rest to me,” I said, standing firm.“But you’re new... and…” Alex hesitated, his doubt hanging in the air.“Do you trust me?” I repeated, cutting him off.After a long pause, he sighed. “Okay. I’ll let you show yourself to the world.”(Present Day)The moment I stepped out of the car, the sharp clicks of cameras and a sea of reporters surrounded me. Microphones were shoved in my direction, and questions were hurled like bullets.“Who are you, and what company do you represent?” one bold mouthed reporter asked, stepping in front of the crowd.I stopped, met her gaze, and answered coolly. “I am Kimberly. Kimberly Gioselle.”A stunned si
Kimberly POV "My darling granddaughter, who would believe you're alive”? An energetic old woman, probably in her 80's stepped from the door, before moving closer and pulling me in a suffocating warm hug.She looks small, but wrapped in her arms, I felt smaller."I'm your father's mother dear. YourGrandma!" she added, laughing The moment she saw the look of confusion on my face after releasing me from her hug."Grandma." I repeated with a warm smile."Let's take a walk around the company dearie." Alex said, dismissing the staffs who had gathered around us."Sure.""The Gioselle Company is the largestcompany in the United Kingdom. The second after the Flores in the whole world." Alex explained."We have multiple partners and shareholders, which of course I'm the Highest shareholder" He added proudly.I gave him a warm smile.I couldn't stay angry for a long time. Alex has promised to protect Lan, protect me and My unborn child too, so what more can I ask for?"Sometimes, We rank To
Kimberly POV "That's ridiculous," I scoffed, my voice breaking through the tension in the room."I'm keeping the baby. And there's nothing you can do about it," I said, glaring at Alex. My words hung in the air like a challenge."If the enemies find out, Kimberly, you'll be in danger," Alex warned, his voice, deep with concern.I clenched my fists. "That's my decision to make, not yours.""Kimberly, dear," Nancy interjected, her tone gentler but no less pointed. "That baby inside you will cause more harm than good."I turned sharply toward her, disbelief coursing through me. "How… how can you be so heartless?" My voice wavered, but I refused to let the tears fall."I'm carrying a baby, my very first child, and you're telling me to get rid of it?”"Kimberly…""Don't!" I cut her off, my voice sharper than I intended. "You know what?" I said, glancing between them."You've found me, and we've reunited. Thank goodness for that. But right now, I think… meeting you is only adding to my tr
Kimberly POV “Liars!” I screamed, glaring at the couple before me. My voice echoed in the grand living room, but neither of them flinched.“How do you expect me to believe you’re my real parents just because of what you said?” I replied them in anger, but deep down, I felt a storm of confusion and disbelief.Nancy’s lips parted as if to speak, but I cut her off. “I want proof. Not some silly, made-up story.”A tense silence fell over us, the weight of my accusation hanging in the air. I didn’t know if it was my emotions running wild or something deeper, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to this, more than their words, more than their sudden appearance in my life.Without a word, Nancy got up and left the room. I didn’t bother watching her leave; instead, I let my eyes wander around the lavish space. Every corner of the house screamed wealth, from the ruby chandeliers to the antique furniture that looked untouched by time. “Here,” Nancy’s voice startled me. I hadn’
“No! Don’t touch me!” I snapped, jerking away from the strangers who claimed to be my parents. My chest heaved, and my voice cracked, but I held my ground.“Kimberly, please…” the woman said, her voice trembling as tears welled in her eyes. Her hands stretched toward me, trembling slightly, as if unsure I wouldn’t flinch away again.“You… you even know my name?” I hissed, narrowing my eyes. “How is that possible?”The man, tall and broad with streaks of gray in his hair, stepped forward. “Because we're the ones who gave you that name.” he said, his voice heavy with emotion. I froze. The weight of his words hit me like a freight train. My knees threatened to give way, but I squared my shoulders, refusing to let my guard down. “If that’s true, if you’re really my parents, then how did you lose me? How could you leave me for twenty-four years?” My voice rose with each word, my fury bubbling over. “Why now? Why come back now?”The woman, named Nancy, as the man called earlier, opened her
Leonardo pov I slammed my fist on the desk, the sharp pain cutting through my hand. It didn’t matter. Nothing did at this moment. My anger, raw and untamed, burned hotter with every tick of the clock hanging on the wall. Seven days. Seven long days since Kimberly escaped. Seven days of searching without a single trace.Was I more furious that she dared to run or worried that she had nowhere to go? My jaw tightened as I shoved the thought aside.I stormed out of the study, my footsteps echoing through the hallway like thunder."Enzo!" I barked.He appeared from around the corner, bowing slightly. "Yes, Boss. I was just about to report to you.""What did you find?" I demanded, my voice sharp enough to slice through steel.Enzo shifted uncomfortably. "We're still searching, Boss. My team just returned from her father's house. There’s no sign of her there."In one swift motion, I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close. "I told you not to step foot in this house unless you had he
Kimberly's POV“Thirty minutes are over, ma’am,” Enzo called, peeping through the door.I hastily wiped my tears, hoping he hadn’t heard what I whispered moments ago.Taking a deep breath, I rose to my feet, taking a last glance at Emily.“Goodbye, Emily,” I murmured under my breath before turning to leave.Enzo trailed behind me as we walked to the car. The weight of his presence made my skin crawl, but I kept my composure until we reached the parking lot.I need to use the bathroom. I’m pressed,” I said abruptly, not waiting for his response as I spun around and walked briskly back into the hospital.From the corner of my eye, I saw him follow. I switched lanes, heading away from the quiet VIP section he had brought me through earlier. The bustling regular hallway, filled with patients, visitors, and nurses, provided the perfect cover.“Madam, you’re moving the wrong…”I didn’t let him finish. I ran.“Madam!” Enzo called, his voice stern and alarmed.I didn’t look back. My heart rac