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.
Fear surged through my veins, my hands trembling. Panic tightened its grip around my chest.
“Slave trade…” The thought slithered into my mind, unbidden. I had read about it—mafias dealing in human trafficking. Was this how my life would end? Reduced to a number, a transaction, someone’s property?
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After what felt like ages, the doorknob twisted, the sound echoing in the silence.
A man entered, his eyes sweeping over me like I was an object to be appraised. His gaze locked on mine, cold and expressionless. I felt the heat of my anger.
“Bastard,” I spat.
“Stand up.” His voice was steady, dangerous.
“For what? Take me back to my father!”
“There’s no time for this. Even Cinderella had a deadline. Follow me before you make things worse for yourself.”
“Worse? Can anything be worse than this?” I asked sarcastically.
“Now,” he commanded.
“No.” My defiance echoed in the room.
He moved toward me, the steps calculating like the one from the night before, the memory is rushing back, is this trauma or something?
Suddenly, he lifted me and started moving towards the door.
I remember that feeling, “he carried me… I wanted to scream… but I couldn't, I was weak!
I didn't even try screaming anymore, I sank my sharp teeth in his neck, like a vampire ready to suck some sweet blood.
He hissed, then threw me to the floor. I landed hard, but a brief moment of triumph surged through me until a sharp slap landed across my face.
My ears rang. Tears welled in my eyes. His nails had left a tear on my cheek—likely to scar.
“Follow me,” he repeated, voice harsh and unforgiving.
This time, I obeyed.
We stepped out of the building. A car was already waiting. The monster who had stopped me earlier accompanied me as we entered the vehicle. The driver silently drove off.
The landscape was serene and breathtaking, the kind only the ultra-wealthy could afford. It was a view to admire, but fear churned in my gut, my mind spinning with possibilities of what awaited me.
When the car finally stopped, it was in front of a huge mansion. I couldn’t help but marvel at its grandeur. Majestic and intimidating—it was a palace for the powerful, not a place for someone like me.
“Get down,” the man beside me growled.
In the Inside, luxury deepened, every detail designed to intimidate.
“Mo?” the man I now recognized as ‘Beast’ called out sharply.
A small woman appeared almost instantly, bowing slightly.
“Yes, sire?”
Her eyes flicked toward me but she lowered it instantly.
“Prepare her. Don's coming tonight,” he said curtly, then disappeared down a hallway.
I swallowed hard. “Don?”
The woman was quiet and efficient, her expression a locked door. There was something about her—like even with a knife at her throat, she wouldn't betray a word. So I let her do what was needed.
Soon, I was dressed in a modest knee-length gown. The perfume she sprayed over me was cloying. My skin crawled with each spritz.
“If this "Don" thinks I'm going to be his plaything, he's in for a shock.” The defiance burned in my chest but was laced with dread.
She led me to a dining room. A lavish spread awaited on the table, but my eyes landed on the man sitting at the head. The Don.
He sat with perfect posture, his tailored suit accentuating his broad shoulders. His sharp features and cold, piercing eyes gave him an air of quiet dominance, as if he controlled the room without uttering a word.
He looked up, his cold gaze meeting mine. “Join me,” he said flatly, gesturing toward the seat across from him.
I crossed my arms, standing my ground. “Who are you?”
For a moment, he just looked at me, then returned to his plate, scooping scrambled eggs onto his fork. “Your master,” he said nonchalantly, as if that settled everything.
“I’m not sitting. And I’m certainly not eating.” My voice rose, fueled by anger and desperation. “If you think you can just abduct me and make me your sex slave, you can go to hell!”
He stood up slowly, his chair scraping against the floor. With measured steps, he walked toward me, his presence suffocating.
His voice dropped to a menacing whisper. “You're in my domain, and I rule here. I am the master, and I make the decisions. Don’t dare defy me.”
I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. His voice was the same one I’d heard earlier that day.
He moved closer, reaching for the food, urging me to open my mouth. I turned away defiantly. But that’s when he noticed it.
The bruise.!
For the first time, I saw his expression shift into something I couldn't decipher.
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
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