Dominic POVMarco , a member of the Romano family, expressed his frustration, saying, “In just a few days, the Russians have shut down five of our factories. We need to take action.” His voice was laced with urgency, a stark contrast to the calm that had enveloped the room moments before. The dim light cast shadows on the faces of my men, each one reflecting a mix of concern and determination. I remained quiet, weighing the opinions of my men, The situation had deteriorated rapidly, and Ivan was playing a dangerous game with me, a game I deeply despised. He was not just a rival; he was a master manipulator, skilled at exploiting weaknesses and sowing discords . The loss of our factories was not merely a financial blow; it was a direct assault on our power and influence in the region. Each factory that fell silent represented not just lost revenue, but also a blow to our reputation and standing in the county, and I knew I needed to put an end to it. As I glanced around the table,
Clarissa POV I could see why Dominic struggled to accept his wife's death; without a body, it left room for all sorts of rumors and theories to swirl around. The absence of closure can be a breeding ground for obsession, and it seemed that Dominic had fallen victim to that very trap. “Come in, I’ll prepare a bath for you,” Lily offered as she parked in what I assumed was her apartment's garage. Her voice was soothing, a stark contrast to the chaos in my mind. As we stepped out of the car, my mind was a whirlwind, grappling with thoughts that felt jumbled and confusing. The events of the day replayed in my head like a broken record Dominic's frantic eyes, the gunshot that rang out, the feeling of being yanked away from the life I once knew, I was about to be married, and that was snatched away from me, by a man who thought i was his wife. Entering her apartment, I noticed Lily turning to face me. The warm, inviting space was filled with soft light and the scent of lavender.
Third POV Lily stood frozen, her gaze fixed on the tattoo adorning Clarissa's spine, a poignant reminder of her best friend, who had been lost to her forever. The news of Eve’s disappearance had struck her hardest a year ago; Eve was more than just a friend she was like a sister. The pain of that loss was unbearable. The car had been found charred and submerged in the river, yet Eve’s body was never recovered. The authorities had ruled her dead, claiming there was no way she could have survived such a devastating accident. The guilt weighed heavily on Lily, knowing she hadn’t been there for her best friend when she needed her most. A burial ceremony was held, but Dominic, Eve’s ex-husband, didn’t attend. It was evident he didn’t care about her, nor did he seem to mourn the loss of his former wife. Lily harbored deep resentment towards him for the hurt he had inflicted during their time together; he had treated her poorly, and the memories still stung. Although she was
Clarissa POV I gradually opened my eyes, a sharp pain throbbing in my head, and let out a groan as I took in my surroundings. A wave of dread washed over me as I realized where I was, I was back at Dominic's place.Then it struck me: the girl had knocked me out and brought me here. Just as that thought settled in, the door swung open, and there she stood. The moment she noticed I was awake, she rushed over and closed the door behind her."I'm so relieved you're awake," she said, hurrying to my side. Anger surged within me as she reached out to touch me, and I instinctively pushed her away."How could you do this?" I snapped, my voice filled with rage."I can explain..." she replied, raising her hands in a gesture meant to calm me, but her eyes were a mix of emotions, including pity."Explain what? I trusted you, you traitor..." I spat, my anger boiling over as I locked eyes with her, which were heavy with sympathy.“It’s not what you think, it…” she began, but I stood up and grabbed
I stood there, enveloped in my thoughts, and suddenly it hit me: for reasons I couldn't fully understand, I was Eve.“Just go away! I never want to see your face again, you liar and cheat!” I snapped as I turned to confront her. Deep down, I wanted to place the blame on her for everything that had gone wrong, yet I recognized that she was only trying to help me.In a matter of moments, I had put my trust in her in ways I couldn't fathom. And She returned to the very place I had fled from, and now I felt lost, grappling with the reality that I was someone I couldn't even remember.It was all so bewildering.I wanted to scream, to demand my memories back. The fear of discovering that my entire life had been a fabrication consumed me. I felt betrayed and frightened at the thought of what I might uncover.Yes, I had no recollections from years past, and the doctor had assured me it was merely an illness. I had accepted that and tried to live with it, but now I was faced with the unsettl
I noticed his eyes light up with joy like child receiving candy; his excitement was palpable, while I felt a wave of anxiety about what lay ahead. "Great, let's kick things off with a date. I'll come by to pick you up soon," he said, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on my forehead before stepping out. As soon as he left, I took out the diamond piece. This jewel felt like it held a deep significance for me; gazing at it was like looking into a reflection of my very soul, leaving me momentarily speechless. Fear washed over me as I realized I truly belonged here. This place was once my home, and Dominic had been my husband. The mere thought of the past sent me spiraling, and I felt lost, unsure of my next steps. Suddenly, the door swung open, and I turned to see Harper storming in, her anger evident. I sighed, knowing she wasn’t here for a friendly chat; she likely wanted to confront me. As she approached, I met her fierce gaze with a smile. She wore a striking red dress that acc
As soon as the words escaped her lips, she dashed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. I stood frozen, like a deer caught in headlights, feeling as if I had just witnessed a horror film unfold. I walked over to the mirror, staring at my reflection. Dark circles under my eyes revealed the toll of sleepless nights. I was still wearing Lily’s clothes from earlier, and I realized I had no other options. A shiver ran down my spine as Harper's words echoed in my mind. I struggled to comprehend what she had said; her voice was filled with pain, and my mind raced with questions. Why would she love a man who had caused her so much hurt? Before I could delve deeper into my thoughts, there was a knock at the door. "Please come in," I called out. The door slowly opened, and a maid entered, a subtle smile gracing her face. I acknowledged her with a nod in return."The designer is here to prepare you," she informed me."Designer?" I inquired, and my interest sparked. I had no clue w
He murmured, "I still recall the moment two years ago when I first encountered her in that dress; she was truly stunning and radiant," as he stared off into the distance. It then dawned on me that this was precisely what the designer had meant; he aimed to recreate my former self, to embody the woman I once was. To him, I was merely a substitute.Pablo had meticulously chosen my attire and the manner in which I should present myself, which filled me with apprehension. It was evident that he had not yet moved on from the loss of his wife.He seemed intent on reliving those memories, and I realized that I was simply a stand-in for her. I was at a loss for words upon discovering his expectations of me; he desired me to resemble the person I used to be, a version of myself that I could no longer recall.I struggled to comprehend why he appeared so deeply enamored with his late wife, yet had maintained a mistress during their marriage, Harper, who also seemed infatuated with him but had u
She was correct. I was his vulnerability; everything that transpired with Dominic stemmed from me. How had I failed to recognize it? His love for me nearly shattered him. He was a proud man, unwilling to acknowledge it, yet I had been the one to ruin him.The morning sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting soft rays across the room. I lingered in bed longer than usual, my body feeling heavy and reluctant to rise.Meanwhile, Dominic had spent the night in Camila’s room. I could hear her cries of ecstasy echoing through the walls, and all I could do was weep into my pillow.Leo nestled closely in my arms, his gentle breathing creating a soothing rhythm against my chest. The thought of leaving him alone in his room, fearing he might be taken from me again, was unbearable; I couldn't let him out of my sight.A sudden knock at the door jolted me. I sighed, shifting slightly without disturbing him."Come in," I called softly, pulling Leo closer.The door creaked open, re
I turned abruptly, my body instinctively orienting toward her.I wasn’t sure what I anticipated—surprise, anger, disgust—but what I received was far worse. Camila’s eyes widened, her pupils nearly engulfed by the intensity of what she was witnessing.Then the horror struck. Pure, visceral horror twisted her features as if she had been hit.Her voice sliced through the tension like a whip.“You… How could you do this?” she shouted.I stood frozen, my feet glued to the spot. Her voice echoed, and I could sense the pain lacing her words.Before I could respond, before I could even process what was happening, Dominic moved. In one smooth motion, he stepped in front of me, shielding me with his presence.“There’s no need to react or be dramatic,” he stated firmly. His tone was calm, yet the authority behind it made me flinch.Camila threw her head back and laughed, the sound sharp and piercing, as if ridiculing us both. Her laughter ceased abruptly, and when she turned to Dominic, her expr
There was no safety, no safety at all while Vincent and Ivan were out there.We worked tirelessly to find Vincent, but we weren't even close. Then, after three days, we received an unwelcome visitor.Harper just showed up at the mansion and wanted to talk. I didn't want to engage with her because of how she had treated and humiliated me countless times, but I couldn't turn her away.I walked into the courtyard where she sat, staring into space, and I could barely recognize her. Her hair was cut short, and she looked pale—too pale—and a bit thin.I stood there for more than a minute until her eyes fell on me. Then she smiled. I couldn't tell if it was genuine, but I knew she was trying to be friendly, which didn't sit well with me. I hadn't seen her for months, and honestly, I had never thought of her after all the harm she had caused me and our family.“Eve…” she stood up, calling me by my old name. I looked back at her with a poker face that revealed no emotions. I couldn't speak, no
Charissa povI followed him into his office, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched his broad shoulders tense. He didn’t say a word as he entered, leaving the door open just long enough for me to step through before he shut it firmly behind me. The sound of the latch clicking into place echoed in the silence, making me flinch.For a second, I stood frozen, unsure of what was about to happen. I thought he was going to yell at me. Maybe he would tell me how reckless I had been, how my actions had put us in even more danger. His silence only made it worse; the weight of it pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe.But then, before I could say a word, he turned and pulled me into his arms. His embrace caught me off guard. I stiffened, my body unsure how to respond, but his arms tightened around me, holding me close, and gradually, I melted into him. I could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my back, and it was strangely soothing. “Dominic,” I whispered, my voic
I felt a little oppressed, to be sincere but that didn't stop me, three people had died last night and one of them was more than a sister to me ,and i wanted to see their death avenge by the man that killed then , nad the least thing i wanted was camilla adding him get away.Vincent was a nightmare and monster and he has caused me a lot of pain and sorrow, and more than anything I wanted him to pay for what he had done.I clenched my fists at my sides, my jaw tight. “I don’t have proof,” I admitted. “But I know she did it. She left last night, Vincent disappeared, and now she’s back like nothing happened? It doesn’t add up.”i said looking right into valentina eyes even though she was glaring daggers at me, i didn't care.Valentina’s lips curled into a sneer. “And who are you to make such accusations, hmm? You’re no one,Clarissa. Just the ex-wife of the Don. You hold no rank here, no authority. You should count yourself lucky that Dominic even lets you stay under his roof.”she snapped
Charissa POVIt didn’t make sense. One minute he was there, and the next, it was as though he’d evaporated into the air. All night we had searched everywhere, but there were no traces of him. I stood in the corner of Dominic’s office, disoriented, clutching the edge of the desk for support. The room spun with the weight of realization: Vincent had escaped. And worse, he was free. After all the pain and suffering he had caused it hurt knowing he was finlaly free.The pain of it twisted my chest. The bastard was out there, walking away from everything he’d done, while we were left scrambling like fools in his wake. Dominic didn’t take it well either,he never did when things spun out of his control. All night long, he’d been shouting orders, barking at his men to search every inch of the property. But it was useless. The house was upended,closets emptied, floors torn apart, drawers overturned—and still, there was no sign of him.I sat there in silence as one of Dominic’s men stepped
Third Pov“What do you want?”she asked him and he grin, finally geting the reaction he had wanted.“I need you to help me now, dominic cant find me, if you hide me, i cnat walked out cheerfully out of the gates, but you can aid me”he said.Her eyes narrowed, but she didn’t deny it. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Vincent. What makes you think I’d risk my position to help you?” she asked him.Vincent leaned against the wall, his confidence unwavering. “Because I can help *you*. You want Dominic’s attention, don’t you? Want him to stop pining after Carissa and focus on you for once?” he said, uing his favioute tricks which neveeed failed him.That was how he had always got what he wanted, by using peoples want and needs to get them to aid him,or fall for his games.Camila’s expression faltered, just for a moment. But it was enough. Vincent knew he’d hit a nerve. “And how exactly do you plan to do that?” she asked, stepping closer to him. Her tone was skeptical, but curiosity flickere
Vincent moved with calculated precision the moment the gun went off in his hand. His body slipped into the darkness, quick and silent, as the sound of footsteps thundered down the hall. He pressed himself against the cold stonewall of the cells corridor, eyes sharp, watching as Dominic and his men sprinted past him, guns drawn and rage palpable in the air. The chaos his gunshot had caused was his opening, and he wasn’t about to waste it. Yet he knew this place like the back of his hand. He’d grown up within these walls, surrounded by secrets, blood, and betrayal. He understood the mansion’s defenses better than anyone. The guards, the locks, the escape routes,Dominic had fortified it over the years, making it nearly impenetrable. Escaping unnoticed would be impossible. But Vincent didn’t plan to slip out the gate unnoticed. He smirked to himself, the gun still warm in his grip. If he couldn’t run, he’d make himself a problem Dominic couldn’t ignore. He moved through the shadows
I pulled up in front of Dominic’s gate, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. My heart was hammering in my chest as I glanced at the dashboard clock. How long has it been? An hour? Two? I couldn’t think straight. All I knew was she’d left home and I knew so well she was coming here. A million worst-case scenarios raced through my mind. I prayed I wasn’t too late. The gate creaked open as soon as the guards saw it was me. Without hesitation, I drove in fast, tires screeching slightly as I swerved into the garage. Throwing the car into park, I jumped out and barked at one of the men standing nearby. “Wake the boss! We have a breach!” My voice was sharper than I intended, but I didn’t care. The man nodded and turned to leave, but before he could take a step, the sound of gunfire shattered the tense silence. My stomach dropped. Two gunshots. My body froze for a split second, but then instinct kicked in, and I bolted toward the entrance to the u