Two years ago“Noooooooo!” Harper screamed as she looked at the man who happened to be her father in horror.“What I say is final, Harper! You have no choice but to obey my orders!” Tate, Harper’s father, shouted in frustration. He was a man known for his stern demeanor and his influential role in the Italian mafia, and he was determined to secure his legacy by marrying one of his daughters to the future Don.“We’ve been together since high school, Dad! I’m meant to be the one marrying him, not Eve! She just returned from the States and knows nothing about the mafia; she wouldn’t last a second there before she is torn apart!” Harper pleaded, her eyes filled with fear as she looked at her father.But Tate was a man of his word, and he believed it would be a disgrace to offer his illegitimate daughter to the future Don. His reputation was at stake, and he could not risk being ridiculed by his peers, so he chose Eve over Harper.Harper had been Dominic’s lover for more than five years, c
Clarissa Pov I emerged from the car, feeling the cool evening breeze brush against my skin. As I stood up and surveyed my surroundings, I noticed Harper’s gaze scanning me. I forced a smile, hoping it conveyed sincerity. She approached, her eyes sharp and observant.“Where have you been?” she inquired, her tone casual yet her eyes probing.I glanced back at Aiden, who was still hanging back. “Dominic was meant to take me out, but we had a bit of a disagreement. He changed his mind and brought me home instead,” I replied smoothly, meeting Harper’s curious gaze.Her eyes narrowed slightly as she processed my words, but she managed to smile. “You did well to hold your ground. Do you know where Dominic is now?”I shook my head, striving to appear indifferent. “No idea.”Harper seemed to mull this over for a moment. “You know, I’ve always thought you had a talent for keeping things lively,” she remarked, her tone light but with an undercurrent of something more. “How about we grab breakfa
I spent the rest days in bed, finally opening my eyes the next morning, fully aware of how drained I felt. The weight of everything that had happened the day before hung heavily on me. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was only eight in the morning, and I let out a groan as a knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. It swung open to reveal Dominic stepping into the room. Seeing him made me groan again, rolling my eyes in frustration. Did he really think it was acceptable to just barge in like that? “Good morning, I see you’re already awake,” he said, checking his watch. My mind drifted back to the previous day, recalling how he had erupted in anger in the car simply because I had spoken the truth. I turned away from him, choosing not to acknowledge his greeting. If he wanted to be rude, I could match that energy. “I’m sorry for how I reacted yesterday. It was wrong of me to try to change who you are. I hope you can forgive me. I want to make this work, so please give me a chance,”
Third person POV Ivan was seething with rage, his plans shattered the moment the truth emerged. He despised that Dominic always seemed to be one step ahead, and it infuriated him. He was on the verge of marrying a woman he had desired for years, only to have her reject him for Dominic, Eve, now known as Clarissa. This was his golden chance to bring Dominic down, especially after he had taken his wife a year ago. Clarissa had no recollection of that time, leaving her mind open for Ivan to manipulate in his favor.Since her arrival in Italy, he had refused to leave, hiding with his men and biding his time for the perfect moment to strike against the Italian mafia. Ivan had grown up under the shadow of the mafia, with Dominic as his brother, but his greed consumed him. When his uncle offered him a chance to control the Russian mafia, he betrayed the guidance he had received, driven by a desire for revenge that only fueled his animosity toward Dominic.“What’s the update?” Ivan demanded
Clarissa POVDominic approached the man outside, who leaned in to whisper something to him. In an instant, Dominic's expression shifted to one of seriousness, and when his gaze met mine, I felt a lump form in my throat. Something deep inside me suggested that whatever was said had something to do with me, drawing his attention. Once the man finished speaking, he entered the room, leaving Dominic to address me."Once you're finished here, my men will escort you back. I need to get back to work," he stated before stepping out, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable.Without a moment's hesitation, I hurriedly slipped on my clothes and rushed out of the dressing room, but he was already gone. Whatever had come up seemed pressing enough to pull him away."Do you know where the boss went?" I asked one of the men Dominic had left behind.He shrugged, his broad shoulders indicating indifference. "No idea," he replied, his voice rough."Can I give you a ride home?" he asked unexpectedly."
The hours slipped away, and I found myself retreating to my room, tears streaming down my face. What kind of life had I cherished before everything fell apart? I pondered this while standing in the shower, lost in thought, when suddenly there was a knock at the door. Wrapping a towel around myself, I made my way to the door and opened it to find a maid waiting, her gaze fixed on me. “I apologize for the interruption, but the Don has requested your presence at dinner in twenty minutes,” she said gently. “Alright, I’ll be there,” I replied, closing the door behind me and exhaling deeply. The men had delivered my clothes a few hours earlier, and I felt a wave of gratitude for the outfit I had chosen to wear during my stay here.I quickly slipped into a comfortable pair of jeans and a simple white top, the kind of attire that feels just right. As I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I pulled my hair back into a loose ponytail. Stepping out of my room, I noticed the hallway wa
Third POV “Forgive me for my interpretation cousin, but what does Clarissa represent here in the mafia, her presence is a treat and from My research she is Russian, and her presence here does not sit well with the Russians” Vincent said and as everyone present gasped looked at him like he was insane.The tension in the air was thick enough to choke on, as if every breath had to fight its way out of our lungs. Dominic sat at the head of the table. His jaw was clenched tight, his dark eyes fixed with a simmering fury on the man sitting directly across from him Vincent.Dominic was composed, but that was always when he was the most dangerous. His silence had a gravity, and it pulled everyone in the room into its orbit. Even Vincent, who rarely seemed to be fazed by anyone or anything, couldn't ignore it.There was an undercurrent of power between the two of them, and it had been building for months. Dominic, the leader, the Don of the family the one whose word was law. And Vincent,
I didn’t know if I was to be angry or sad. I could see that not every one wanted me here and Vincent had expressed his anger toward that.But he was bested by Dominic, I didn’t know much but I could tell that the two of them didn’t get along after that conversation, I observe the way everyone sat still with fear as they watched the interaction without anyone saying a word to opppsed any of them.Then I knew, maybe only vincent had trooper to oppose his claim, I didn’t know why to think of him after all I had just met him a few minutes ago, but I knew the was something dangerous about him and I knew I would never eve go so close to him.I could still see the anger in Dominic eyes as Everyone ate their food and he sat ther drinking his wine, the was still tension in the air as everyone ate without a word or maybe they were scared or say any thing after what had happened between Dominic and Vincent.In a few minutes, Dominic had angrily stormed out of the dining, followed by vincent and
A year laterEverything had been going well; for the first time in my life, I didn’t have to run or live in fear.After the conflict, we held a large burial for the men who had lost their lives while protecting me and Harper.I ensured she received a proper burial, as she had sacrificed her life to save me in the end. She had been a wonderful sister, even though I had pushed her away time and again.We began to rebuild, and new laws were established within the mafia. Dominic sold our old house and moved us to the countryside. Everything seemed to be going smoothly; we renewed our vows after all the people we once knew were gone.It was just the two of us. We hadn’t heard from Valentina since then, only that they had paid a hefty price for killing our men. The last I heard, Valentino was forced to marry Camilla to a drug baron as their economy collapsed. It turned out they had gone bankrupt, which explained why they had tried to take everything from us.Life with Dominic has been wonder
Dominic squeezed the trigger, and the silencer did an excellent job of concealing the sound, preventing the men from realizing that their leader had been shot.For a brief moment, I feared he had killed her—that Valentina was lifeless. However, as she fell to the ground, clutching her shoulder, it became clear that he hadn’t delivered a fatal shot. He had only wounded her, just enough to ensure her survival but render her unable to defend herself.Initially, I thought his plan was foolish, but I placed my trust in him. He had used her to help us escape, a feat that had seemed impossible just moments ago. I had nearly lost hope of ever being alive or seeing my son again, but he made it a reality.We were finally safe.Dominic approached me, his dark eyes searching my face before he enveloped us both in his strong, steady embrace. It felt secure. I took a deep breath, burying my face in his chest.It was finally over."You can go now," he whispered, pressing his lips gently against my f
After my confrontation with both of them, theydraged me toward a van. My head throbbed, and my vision was blurry, but I could still make out the figures around me. Someone yanked the gun from my grasp as I was shoved into an SUV. Vincent drove, and Camila sat beside me. The sight of her still wearing Clarissa’s dress pissed me off. It was like she was mocking me—mocking us. No one spoke. The air was thick with tension, but I could feel Vincent’s anger radiating off him. I knew exactly why. The words I had said to him earlier still lingered in his mind, cutting deep. As for Camila, she was so rattled that she casually dropped the gun on the seat beside her and turned to stare out the window. It was a careless mistake, and I took full advantage of it. Swiftly, without drawing attention, I palmed the gun. By the time we arrived at the warehouse, my mind was sharp, my pulse steady. As soon as the SUV came to a stop, I opened the door and stepped out. Camila followed, but before
The air grew heavy with tension. My heart pounded as the door swung open again, and Dominic stepped inside. His dark eyes scanned the room, landing on me. Something flashed in his gaze—anger, concern, relief. He looked like a man ready to burn the world down for me. Would he?“mother, “valntina called, as she walked over to her and whispered in her ears.“Where the fuck is my son?”dominic asked the them , as hey turned to look at him.“camila , bring the boy to his parent”she ordered, camillla who walked out the door shuting it.But I knew what Valentina was about to do. She would make him choose. Me or his empire. Valentina clapped her hands together. "Ah, Dominic. So good of you to join us." "Cut the bullshit, Valentina." His voice was low, dangerous. "Let her go, and bring my son , i dont have tie for games" She smirked, taking a step toward him. "Now, why would I do that? You walked right into my trap, just as I knew you would." Dominic’s jaw tightened. His entire
My wrists ached from the tight bonds cutting into my skin. My eyes were blindfolded, leaving me in a world of darkness. But I wasn’t alone. There was someone in front of me—singing. A soft, haunting tune. The voice was feminine, sultry, and laced with amusement. I knew it wa sher singing , tauting me.I shifted slightly, testing my restraints. Rope. Tight. No way out. My pulse pounded as I forced myself to breathe evenly. Panicking wouldn’t help me now. "You know," Valentina said, her voice smooth as silk, "I once loved a man."she started. My body stiffened. "I loved him so much, but then I realized men are shit, one moment they love ou and the next the cheat on ou with another woman" She chuckled, a dark, humorless sound. "People are shit." My jaw clenched. I didn’t respond. "I grew to become the only Donna in my county—a female one. And to hold power, I had to be ruthless. There was no room for softness, no space for love." The blindfold was suddenly ripped from my face
Dominic POVI stared at Vincent, whose eyes gleamed with unrestrained greed. He wanted the empire I held—no, he craved it. It wasn’t just about power; it was about proving he was better than me, that he could tear down everything I built and reshape it in his image. I smirked. “This is your idea, isn’t it? This power struggle?” My voice carried amusement, but beneath it lay a sharp edge. Vincent frowned, his lips pressing into a tight line. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he snapped, his tone impatient, defensive. I stepped closer, my gaze never leaving his. “You held the empire for a week—just a week, Vincent—and in that time, everything our family worked so hard to build collapsed.” I let the words sink in, watching the flicker of irritation in his expression. “Now you want it again? To destroy everything and hand it over to these foreigners? Do you really think they’ll let you rule? No, Vincent, they’ll make you their puppet, and you’ll be dancing to their tune fo
Dominic POVI drove like a madman. The engine roared beneath my grip as I pushed the car to its limits, weaving through traffic without care for rules or consequences. My men followed close behind, their headlights flashing in the rearview mirror as they ignored every law in existence just to keep up. I didn't care about the chaos we left behind. The only thing that mattered was her. My hands tightened on the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white. The thought of something happening to her, of losing her forever, made my chest tighten with unbearable fear. I had made a deal with that Mexican witch to take Ivan down, to regain the power that had been stripped from me—but now, the cost was staring me in the face. I should have known it wouldn’t be that simple. But i was deperate , deperate to have her as mine.The mansion came into view, its towering structure bathed in the cold moonlight. No matter how amy times i came here, i could still feel the gripp in my heart, whati
I stood there, frozen. My breath hitched in my throat, my body locked in place as fear coursed through my veins. The world around me seemed to blur, the sounds distant and muffled, as if I had been submerged underwater. Panic tightened around my chest, squeezing the air from my lungs. "Miss, we need to go!" Elise’s urgent voice cut through the fog of my fear. I snapped back to reality, my wide eyes meeting hers. She was staring at me, her expression filled with alarm. "Now!" she urged, grabbing my wrist. I turned on my heel and ran, my heart pounding against my ribs. Panic took over, and my mind swirled with the worst possibilities. The thought that Harper had been killed, that she was gone, clawed at my sanity. She had been my enemy once, but despite everything, I loved her. No matter what had happened between us, losing her wasn’t something I could bear. Tears blurred my vision as I stepped outside, the cool air hitting my damp face. But I didn’t get far. I stopped dead.
Dominic POVI leftI understood that I had to come back victoious, as my family's survival depended on my success.if i ended up dead, clraissa, will be forced to retun to the hands of IVan , or killed by my power hungry cousin, vincent, which im sure woudlnt spare my son.At that moment, he had landed back to Italy ,I had received information about Ivan's whereabouts, and there he was, standing right in front of me.he looked worst then the last time, i saw him. i knew the russians gave him nothing, and sent him on his way, but instead of him to look for a good life somewhere else, he came back here, to seek revenge"You took everything from me," he spat, and I observed him with a hardened expression. I was at a loss for words, but I knew this confrontation had to reach its conclusion now."Your hatred for me blinds you, Ivan. I haven't taken anything from you; your own animosity has led you to despise me. You brought this upon yourself, and no one else is to blame," I replied."You'