Vince p.o.vFor the first time in a really long time, in years actually. His night went well, smoothly even, without any disturbance. For the first time in years, He slept soundly like a baby who doesn't have a care in the world.Usually he won't able to sleep more than two hours before his nightmare would start, keeping awake all through the night. He have to keep himself busy, so he would start working.He has his own demons which little to one knows of, They were his past, his battle and struggles to survive. He started his fight to survive at a very young age, he built everything and anything he own today from the very scratch. He work day and night for a better future, Though he came out strong and successful but it came with a price.The price he paid was everything he should have, His Heart. He became cold and couldn't feel any emotion, he forget how to be normal, his soul was tore apart in front of his eyes and his life was consume with darkness. What everyone knows is that h
Ava p.o.vI walk down the stairs mindful not to miss a step and fall down embarrassing myself, seeing as there are many servants walking around carrying out their duties. Some even sneak stares at me, some in amazement, others curiously, While some blantly avoid staring or contact with me like a plague. I shrug and continue my walk.I had just step on the last stair when I felt a soft tug on my hand, I turn to see Marco already dressed for the day. He had a toothy grin on his face and I couldn't help myself but smile back at him."Good morning Mom." He smiled genuinely at me, I Pat his head in acknowledgement. "Mom you didn't went home yesterday?" He asked, you could here the excitement in his voice. I am somewhat conflicted, how long was this kid yearning for a mother."No." I replied, by now we had started walking to the kitchen."You look beautiful Mom." He complimented, I wasn't sure what to reply. This the first time a kid has complimented me, to say a blush has reveal itself on
Ava p.o.v I am furious.Why the hell would he resign for me, who the hell does he think he is to think he can do anything that pleases him. I'm not some tools he can use as he please.I need to cool off, I need a distraction to take my mind off things and be carefree, I need to live for myself for once. I entered Tricia's room, rummaging through her closet. I picked out a crop singlet and a short.I had meant to go to a club, but I ended up walking to the park. I sat on a bench watching as kids play around me, it is a beautiful sight. Would Marco love to come to the park, of course he would, he's a kid after all. "Hey." I turn to see two kids, a girl and a boy not older ten beside me holding a wool and a knitting pin, I arched an eyebrow at them. They are so cute as they smile sheepishly at me."Hi, I'm Katie and he is Liam." The girl introduce themselves."I'm Ava" "I'm sorry if we bother you but.....""do you know how to knit?" Katie interrupted Liam causing him to roll his eye
Ava p.o.vI am shell shock.What the hell did I do.Surprise at myself? YesDo I Regret doing it? Hell no.He deserves more than just a mere slap, if there's nobody that can tell him when he's wrong, then I would.I won't let anyone take me for granted, He don't own me, practically he does. But that gave him no right to decide for me, I was trying to be the reasonable one and not calling out on his controlling persona. But I guess this was the last srew.His face is slightly cock to the side from the impact of the slap, I can see a frown on his face, but did that made me flinch? No!Instead it fueled my anger, he has no right to get angry. If anything, I should be the one going crazy, he's been controlling my life and I kept quiet simply because I was been scared. Not anymore though, I can't have any of it anymore.I took a frightening step back when he took a threatening step forward, his eyes are burning in fury. Did I say I don't regret slapping him? Well that might be a lie, I mea
Ava p.o.vToday started as a normal day for me, it's a sunny day and the weather is nice and warm. But it's a boring for me, Nate doesn't have a class today that why I'm sitting on my own, and the Prof. is not helping at all.He's been ranting on and on about some tubula rasa, I can't wait for the class to finish so I can go home. Yeah home, because I'm officially jobless and phoneless too, now my life will be even more boring than it use to. I don't even know what to do with the spare time, sleeping is out of the question because I've been doing alot of it lately, so I will just have to watch TV.I'm bored out of my mind, of all my courses this is the one I dread the most, psychology. it's boring or maybe it's the professor that is boring, so I've been sitting here for almost two hours and staring at him like an attentive student, but I wasn't actually seeing him. I've space out but. not really thinking of any particular in thing.My gaze left Prof Greg to the entrance of the class,
"Eleanor, what do you think about this color." Lola ask Ava's mother, showing her the samples in her her. Eleanor look from the album to what Lola is showing her, They have been sitting there for almost an hour still trying to choose a color for the wedding reception theme.The color Lola points is white, it's indeed beautiful with the decorations in the photo. But Eleanor knew her daughter well enough, She remembers how Ava won't stop talking about how her wedding day will be. What designs and color she would use, how she was going to wear a Tira to make her look like a princess. Eleanor only regret is that Ava isn't doing this out of will, she is being force to do it to keep them safe.That's why she promised herself to make this wedding a remarkable one for her child, that is the only reason she had come to help with the wedding plans. She stare at the photo Lola held out for her to see and shook her head, The white is beautiful, it radiates purity but it's not what Ava wants."I t
Ava p.o.vFew meters from the garden I can smell the scent of fresh flowers, from its sweet fragrance I could tell that it's the scent of Rose flowers. The scent made me held my breath, wanting it to remain in my system. The scent only grew stronger as I approach and enter the garden filled with plants from different varietiesFlowers of different colors amazed and invites me to stand or sit anything to stay for a while. The row of flowering plants started from the very start of the garden, two rows of drift wood planted with different varieties and colors of Vanda are arranged so it formed an alse from the start of the garden, volent, White, yellow and crimson are the dominant colors in the row.On the inner left of the garden are big flower pots planted with roses of different colors, the rose beamed with flowers all seasons of the year. A long bench and small table made of recycled wood are found beside the pots, a place to entertain visitors.I sat on the bench, breathing in the w
VincenzoVincenzo sat on the head of the table with his men and employees, They were discussing about a new project. Vincenzo has many companies in different countries, but he still wants more, not to help himself. Yeah, he will benefit from it, but his main aim for building companies is to help the growing rate of unemployed youths.It sour to the eyeswatching a learned person driving a cab or working as waiters in some hotel and restaurant, when they have to pass through great deal just to earn a degree but still end up with a shitty job. Vincenzo had went to college despite him been a Mafia leader and have his own company, he experience the hardship of graduating from a university. So he knows not to just sit back and watch graduates suffering without doing anything, yet everyone just thought of him as a greedy and power seeking man when in fact he was just helping others. He let people judge and criticize him, calling him names but he didn't react. They don't understand him, no o
Adriano’s POVSix months later…“Now that we’re done with the ceremony, can we go on a proper tour of New York like I was promised?” Danny asked.Roselyn hit him upside the head and said, “Don’t be insensitive. Today is your sister’s day.”“Ouch, Mom! That hurt,” he complained.“And you deserve it,” Melanie’s voice cut into the conversation.“There’s my favorite nurse!” Sam yelled.“Dad, tone it down,” she said.“Nonsense. I would shout it at the top of my lungs if I had to so you can know how proud I am of you,” he replied.She smiled at her father and went to hug him then she did the same with her mom and brother who all congratulated her before she stopped in front of me.“I always knew you were something else, little nurse,” I told her. “From the first day I set my eyes on you, I knew you were better than the rest of us.”“Stop it you’re going to make me cry,” she said.I opened my arms and she stepped into me for a hug.My girl was finally a registered nurse and today was her gra
Melanie’s POVThe ride back to the house was very quiet.Throughout the ride home, I couldn’t help but think that none of this would have happened if I just had a conversation with Adriano.He was the man I fell in love with and even though I left him, he didn’t hesitate before coming for me.I know he was very relieved in the heat of the moment but I couldn’t help but wonder what was going to happen once the adrenaline wore off and he could think a bit more clearly.One thing I knew was that I was going to spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to him.Adriano was more honorable than people knew. I never thought I would be one of those women who would be pleased because her man killed people for her but as it turned out, I was one of those women.He pulled up to the house, which seemed to have more security guards on duty than normal and I knew it was all because of me.A few hours away, we were celebrating Christmas in bliss but I just had to go and ruin everything for every
Adriano’s POVThe warehouse was a hive of chaos, but I didn’t hear the shouting or the echoing footsteps behind me. All I saw was Melanie. She sat bound to a chair, her face pale, and her lip split, a streak of blood trailing down her chin. Alex Pushkin had a gun pressed to her temple. My blood ran cold. I raised my weapon, keeping my voice steady. “Let her go.” Behind me, my men spread out, weapons aimed and ready. They waited for my signal, but I couldn’t give it—not yet. One wrong move, one miscalculation, and Melanie could die. Pushkin laughed, a guttural sound that grated on my nerves. “You think you scare me? I’ve killed better men than you.” His hand twitched, and I saw the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. Good. He was scared, even if he didn’t want to admit it. Fear made people sloppy. I needed to buy time, distract him long enough for my men to position themselves. “Erica,” I said, shifting my focus to the woman who stood off to the side, smug and self-satisfie
Melanie’s POVI woke up to the biting chill of a dark, unfamiliar room, my head pounding as if it had been split in two. My wrists ached from the tight ropes binding them, and my ankles felt just as constricted."You’re awake," Erica drawled, her tone laced with mock concern. She folded her arms and leaned against the rusted frame of the door, watching me like a predator eyeing its prey. "How are you feeling, darling?" I didn't respond. My throat was dry, and my words caught somewhere between anger and fear. God, how could I have been foolish enough to let, Erica manipulate me? I should have known that she was up to no good when Alice told me that Adriano left her at the altar.I guess now I was paying the price for my foolishness."Cat, got your tongue?" she asked, smirking. "Or maybe it’s the shock of realizing you’ve been so incredibly stupid." Her words stung more than I cared to admit. I should have known better. Adriano had always been honest with me in his own way, even w
Adriano’s POVSomething was off.I didn’t know what but the moment I ended the call with Nik and sat down to work, something in my head kept nagging at me.At first, I thought it was the unusual silence in the house but I figured that was because everyone was probably asleep.I had expected Melanie to come find and chastize me for taking too long but since she didn’t, that meant that the day finally got to her and she succumbed to sleep.My girl was a rockstar tonight, and like I expected, she had my entire family eating from the palm of her hands throughout the dinner. I was sure they saw exactly what I did from the moment I set my eyes on her.By now Nik should be mobilizing the guys to infiltrate the last warehouse. He got intel that Pushkin finally moved all the girls to one place and he just got the location. I trusted Nik could handle this without me, after all, he had just singlehandedly negotiated a new deal with the Irish.Tonight I was going to end it sleeping next to the wo
Melanie’s POVThe cool night air felt like needles against my skin as I hurried down the street, my duffel bag slung over my shoulder. My legs felt like lead, but I pushed forward, every step putting more distance between me and the house that was once my prison but later became my home. The streets were quiet, the kind of silence that normally would have scared me, but tonight I welcomed it. I avoided the well-lit areas, sticking to the shadows, hoping none of Adriano's guards would see me. My pulse raced with every second, and my breath was uneven.I had no idea where I was going, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was getting away and I was lucky enough to have been able to avoid the guards. I guess the weeks of walking the grounds and studying their routine paid off.Luckily, a cab finally came into view at the corner of the street, its headlights a beacon of hope. I flagged it down, my arm trembling as I waved. The driver, an older man with kind eyes, rolled down the window.
Melanie’s POVThe first image made my heart stop.It was of a young girl who was barely a teenager. She was sitting on a dingy mattress in what looked like a warehouse, her eyes hollow, her body too thin. Behind her, a shadowy figure loomed a man I didn't recognize but I could bet my life on it that it was her oppressor.My throat tightened as I flipped to the next photograph and the next. Each one was worse than the last. Girls, so young they could barely be called women, trapped in squalor, their faces etched with fear.I couldn't breathe.At first, I thought, no, and hoped that this was evidence Adriano had gathered to shut down a trafficking ring. It had to be. He couldn't possibly be involved in this. He could kill a man but there was no way he was responsible for harming innocent girls.But then I saw it, rather I saw him. And there was no mistaking the fact that he was the one because I recognized Nik beside him.They were both holding onto girls and leading them to God knows w
Melanie’s POVWe rode home in comfortable silence. I was too full and happy from the good food and great company to say anything further.Plus, I couldn’t take my hands off the bracelet. It was just too beautiful. I’ve never owned anything as expensive as this and I was so scared to ask him how much it cost.We already exchanged gifts in the morning so I wasn’t expecting anything more from him.In a not-so-surprising turn of events, Alice was still awake by the time we got home.“For a moment I thought you both were going to spend the night there,” Alice said when we got into the living room."It's really late, Alice, and I'm sure you've had a long day. You should be sleeping," Adriano said.“I couldn’t sleep when I knew how important today was to Melanie. I was too anxious to know how it went,” she replied.“Well, you can rest easy now because it went very well,” I told her.Her face lit up with a smile and she gave me a quick hug, making me laugh.“I told you, you had nothing to wor
Melanie’s POVThe soft glow of candlelight and the twinkle of garlands wrapped around the staircase banister made the dining room feel almost magical. The air was thick with the aromas of roasted meats, spiced wine, and fresh-baked rolls, making my stomach grumble in anticipation. Platters of steaming food filled every inch of space. Roast beef surrounded by caramelized vegetables, golden potatoes dusted with rosemary, bowls of vibrant salads, and an assortment of bread rolls that looked fresh out of the oven. When we heard no movement on the steps, Zoey gave a sharp clap of her hands and called out to the men, her voice cutting through the hum of conversation. “Dinner is ready! Boys, come join us!” she said.I heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs as Adriano and the rest of the men made their way over. Adriano entered first, his presence commanding as always, but his warm smile was reserved for me alone. My heart gave a tiny flutter, and I smoothed my dress nervously. As