Marco p.o.vA sharp pain in my abdomen puts my brain on high alert and I jolt awake. The first thing I realized is I'm sore as fuck, the second thing I realized is my cock is in a much better mood than I am. And it's probably because it's nestled against an ass that makes me believe that I'm in heaven. My attention shifts to Zoey, the woman who has my world revolving around her. She's still asleep, breathing in slow even breaths. My arm is draped around her waist holding her against myself. My face is still buried in the back of her neck, her scent stirs my cock even more than the heat of her body. It's obvious that at the blood in my system decided to settle down South, and that's why I don't have a god damn shred of common-sense left. I didn't move, not even a fraction of reaction even after ten minutes of lying here awake. I let her scent consume my veins like my very own personal brand of poison. She shifted a bit, going stiff afterward. I can tell by the way she titled her h
Zoey p.o.v “Marco!” A high pitch voice screamed in the air, startling and disturbing the quietness in the house. I shifted my gaze to the kitchen door, waiting for the person to appear, as the footsteps drew close. I didn't have to wait long as a model figured woman walked through the door, swinging her perfect waist side to side. Her oval-shaped face was plastered with a sweet smile, stretching her tender small pink lips. Her cheekbones rising to her extent and her blue eyes brighten up upon seeing Marco, like a kid on Christmas. “I knew I'd find you here.” Her sweet voice startled me again, her voice was the best I've heard so far, soft and tender. “How could you leave without telling, you left Paris suddenly? Do you know how worried I was?” She complains with a cute pout that melted my heart, I bet she has had guys falling for her trap by that cute pout. She was quick to pull a stiff Marco into a warm hug, and kiss his left cheek. Marco grunts in response and returned her kis
Marco p.o.v“Oh my God, Marco, I'm so sorry I didn't know it was her.” Rebecca apologize, I groan, knowing it isn't her fault. “Oh my goodness, how much damaged have I caused? I truly didn't intend to cause you any trouble, I'm so sorry.” She regretted. I should have told Zoey about her in the first place. Zoey is my priority and I shouldn't have done anything to hurt. “It's fine, we've been this way for two years now, so it's natural for you to introduce yourself like that.” I told her reassuringly. “Are you going to tell her everything now?” Rebecca asked. “Of course, I don't hide anything from my wife.” I almost hissed in irritation, I can't bring myself to hide this situation with Rebecca from Zoey. Even though we had sworn to keep it our secret. “I think we should end it here as well, I would rather not complicate things further for you.”Rebecca suggested. I know her predicament, and the situation she's caught in. I had promised to help her through it, and I'm going to do j
Zoey p.o.vMy lashes fluttered against my cheeks as they blinked rapidly to clear my mind, my eyes widened in shock as I stared up at him. Quietly, sitting back down on the chair I once occupied. Fake engagement? How does that work? I couldn't seem to wrap my head around the staged engagement and how it works. Is he just saying it to calm me down?I am torn between giving him a chance to explain himself and just walking, since its none of my business what he does with his life. But eventually, I remain seated, I'm more curious than angry. Curious about how they manage to get to that stage and how they go about it. Why did he insist on being with me when he could have just been with his supposed fiancée? “We have a lot to talk about,” I said bluntly. Stalling this won't do us any good, even if I'm not certain of his reasons, I still can't drag this out any longer. “I know baby.” I look at him, studying his features and body language to predict if he's going, to be honest. “I won't
Zoey p.o.v“Your dad is not dead.” The words kept ring in my head, paralysing me momentarily. I stared wide-eyed at him, not knowing how to react or if I should trust what he said. I saw myself first hand, my dad losing his life and taking his last breath before my eyes. I watched as his body went limp on the hospital bed, lifeless. And how my mom and I broke down, and rushed to his side, pleading for him to wake up. I experienced these things, then what is the news that my dad is not dead. “What do you mean, my dad has been dead for six years? You were at his funeral, remember? Then what are you saying.” I hissed, my voice trembling as I speak. A jolt of electricity surged through my body as I waited impatiently for him to say he was joking. My heart skipped a beat when he just started at me blankly, his expression saying he's far from joking. “I'm serious Zoey, your dad is not dead. It was our plan to fake his death.” He said, holding my hands in one hand and cupped my cheek w
Zoey p.o.vSeveral days have passed since Marco told me the truth about my dad's death, and to say the least, I'm still in shock they had kept something this big from me. I'm starting to wonder what other secret are they hiding from me. The thought alone has me grimacing in distaste, and even more upset. Mom and I have been living together for six years after dad's supposed death, and she kept the truth from me. She watches me suffering the loss of my dad and also made me think she was going through a hard time after losing her husband and she didn't say anything. What got me more upset with her, is that she asked them not to tell me the truth. I grit my teeth together, forcing down my pain. “So.....” Rebecca trailed off, dragging my strayed attention to her. We are sitting on the patio behind the mansion, sun bathing. The patio is larger than an average size, and a huge outdoor pool lay ahead. We sat facing the pool and the woods that behind the high fence. Rebecca and I have b
Zoey p.o.vThe cool afternoon gust swept past my face, caressing my face. The sun shone down, creating a glow over the earth and a sense of warmth that hugged my skin. My heart refused to slow down, even after leaving his overwhelming presence. I could feel the afternoon whiff of my skin and the fresh scent of nature that surrounded Marco's private estate.Rebecca and I strolled the lengthy path, since Marco had his home in the middle of a forest. It was a long walk to civilization.As we walked, my mind raced with thoughts of him. The way his piercing black eyes had locked onto mine, and how my breath caught in my throat. There was something about him that both intrigued and frightened me. His presence was overpowering, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability around him.Rebecca sensed my unease and nudged me with her elbow. “Hey, are you okay?” she asked, concern clear in her voice.I forced a smile and nodded. “Yeah, I'm fine. Just a slight shaken up, that's all.”Re
Zoey P.O. vI stood before the door, unable to proceed any further. My heart pounding against my ribcage, I remained frozen in place, too scared to move an inch. It overwhelmed me with fear and uncertainty. The walk back to the mansion was an inner battle for me. I'm much more terrified of delivering this unpleasant news to Marco. How do I even start? Not only that, but I could see the bond between him and Rebecca, and their friendship was unexplainable and unique. Something I wish I had. I'm quite aware of how badly Marco will react, and I'm prepared to take consequences for my actions. He's going to criticize me for this, a guilt I'm not about to deny. It's my fault that Rebecca got kidnapped, and I won't avoid it. Tears welled up in my eyes, the weight of what has happened weighed down on my shoulders. I can't being to imagine the trauma this incident is going to cause her, fright, frightened by the unknown and what they have in store for her, which won't be good. This might e
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