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 something primal within me.
I knew Enzo would be surprised by my rage over a woman, but even I couldn’t grasp the depths of my own feelings.
I heard her whimper softly as I tightened my grip on Enzo. “Such a weak one,” I muttered under my breath, the words dripping with disdain.
“Why? Does it matter?” I heard her voice, defiant yet fragile, as I finally released Enzo but not without giving him a deadly glare—a silent promise of his impending punishment.
I turned back to her, brow furrowed, my expression a mask of authority. “I mean…” she continued, the bravado returning to her voice, “I’m less valuable now? With a scar, I’m worthless. So, maybe you can just take me back to my house?”
She pouted, the expression a mix of defiance and intelligence, “as if she could barter for her freedom with mere words.”
But I beat her to it.
“You are right.” I replied slowly, taking a deliberate step towards her, eyes narrowing as I watched her expression shift from triumph to uncertainty.
“Whether you’re useful or not is for me to decide,” I said, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. I relished the way her smile faded, replaced by a flicker of fear.
“This is my domain. I am the master here, and I make the decisions.” I stepped closer, the space between us crackling with tension. She needed to understand the hierarchy.
“I never asked to be in your goddamned domain,” she shot back, her voice sharp and filled with rage.
“Take me back to my house!” she screamed, the defiance ringing in the air like a challenge.
My lips tightened, fury boiling within me. No one dared to raise their voice against me, let alone defy my orders.
“What is your name?” I asked, my anger barely restrained.
She rolled her eyes, turning away from me, dismissing my authority.
I slammed my hand on the table, the sound reverberating like a gunshot.
“I ask the questions here, and you answer! Is that understood?”
Tears pooled in her eyes, but she blinked them away, determined not to show weakness.
“Your name?” I demanded again.
“Kimberly,” she replied quietly, almost defeated.
“Good.” I poured myself a glass of juice, savouring the moment.
“Please let me go,” she begged, her voice barely a whisper.
I looked at her, my gaze distant, as I took a slow sip. “You can go.”...
“Don?…” I heard Enzo call from behind, concern etched in his features.
“Th… Thank you…” she gasped, turning to leave, hope blooming in her eyes.
“At the expense of your brother.” I finished my statement, the weight of my words hanging in the air.
Kimberly stopped dead in her tracks, the shock evident on her face. “You know my brother?” she asked, her voice tinged with desperation.
Enzo moved closer, showing her footage of her brother, doing rehearsals in lit studio.
“He has eyes on him,” I told her, satisfaction curling my lips. I watched her demeanour shift, her bravado wilting as reality settled in.
I approached her, bending down to her level, my voice dropping to a whisper. “I’m your master, and you will listen to me.” Each word dripped with authority.
“The moment you mess up, your brother dies.”
As I turned to leave, I saw her sat back, dejected, as if the weight of my word had crushed her spirit.
Just as I reached the door, her voice sliced through the silence.
“My father… Did you even bury him?”
Her words hit me like a punch. “Did you even bury him?” Five simple words, but they tore through me like a storm.
I didn't let it show, as I ignored her question and made my leave.
******
I stood in front of my father, Anger building up inside me.
“Stop being ungrateful, Leonardo,” my father’s voice rang in my ears, firm yet calculated. “Everything I’ve done, I’ve done for you.”
“Killed her father? How is that for me?” I shot back, anger boiling in my chest.
I clenched my fists, the familiar fire igniting. “You didn’t have to kill him and put her through that!”
My father’s eyes narrowed, his tone shifting to something more dangerous. “You think you know better than me? You think you can protect her on your own? They will come for her, and I hope you are ready.”
“That's for me to worry about! Don’t get involved in this,” I warned, my voice low and threatening.
“The last time I didn’t get involved, your mother died. You think I would make the same mistake?”
My face hardened, the mention of my mother reopening an old wound. We stood there, locked in a silent standoff, the tension thick enough to slice.
His words sank in like knives, my heart pounding. “That was different.”
The threat was subtle, yet I felt its
weight. Without another word, I turned and stormed out, the door slamming behind me, echoing my rage.!
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
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