Giovanni “Have a sweet dream, love.” I kissed Santoro’s forehead and stare at her angelic face. Her deep breaths and slow-paced heartbeat make me conclude she’s already sleeping. She looked peaceful except that there’s a trace of dried tears below her eyes.Santoro has been crying. Her soft sobs earlier make me want to undo what I had done. It took me good second to get forget how she looked at me when she realized what I did. Am I stupid? To kill for her sake is never stupid.I have killed men. Thousands of them but none makes me regret my actions. Nothing makes me regret spilling their blood with my own bare hands. But earlier, I wish I didn’t spill someone’s blood. I wished I didn’t do it with her on my side.She looked at me with disgust. I remember how my mother share the same expression when I was young. That shit stings like fuck.The car stopped in the parking lot of our penthouse. Ace has been quiet the whole time I rushed Santoro out of the nightclub because she passed out.
Gabriella I grit my teeth, using all of my strength to escape Giovanni’s hold as he pinned me down to the table. It’s only a matter of seconds after I put the knife in his neck that he recovered. He was too strong to overpower and I am a fool believing I can beat him.“ You did so well,” he murmured. “ But it’s wrong to threaten me, my love.”I tried to kick him away. Giovanni had the audacity to laugh when I failed. Miserably failed from getting out of his touch. My bare cheeks felt the coldness of the wooden furniture and I felt his hard chest rubbing on my back as I struggle once again to go.“ I only did what you taught me to do.” My voice was strained as I remember him teaching me last night how to hold a knife. Because I couldn’t sleep at all, I asked him to teach me how to fight.“ To others,” he emphasized. “ I did not teach you how to kill me.”I frowned hearing the distrust in his voice. He sounded like being killed in my hands is the worst thing to happen in his life. It’
Giovanni “ You know how crucial she was for our plan! We vowed patience, Dela Vin,” Kenzo muttered, pointing his gun in my head just after arriving back in this country.Ace inhales some of his weeds. “ I doubt he knows that.”I kicked his legs to stop him from intervening. “ Marrying her changes nothing. The plan will proceed just how we agreed on it to. Everything is all set, Kenzo. You are right,” I gulped the last sip of vodka in my glass and throw the glass on the floor. “ I vowed patience and I never dishonor my vows. Marrying Gabriella Santoro is the only security I can give her from the chaos we are creating. She is my safe vault and I totally locked her with me.”“ You don’t need to marry her,” Kenzo shouted, his eyes showing no submission to lowering down his gun. We are in the basement of our headquarters and I was told he wants a meeting but this was far more than that. I do not care about our connections. “The plan is to fucking stir the Santoro and made them crawl in th
Gabriella I took my time drinking the wine my mother has offered me. She looks agitated seating on the other couch while I was busy looking around. This is the first time I have stepped foot inside of Santoro’s mansion after I was sold to Giovanni.My mother made sure I was properly dispatched after they get what they want. With Giovanni’s power and influence, they can live in peace. But people with sins don’t live in peace. They like to pretend that everything is going well. Live each day plastering fake tranquility. Walking each street with a pretentious glare of denial of what they had done. No one is truly pure in nature. Everyone is hiding. From the world. Sometimes, from themselves.“ Does your husband know you are spending the night here?” My mother, Felicia, asked me.Maybe it was the cold that made her voice tremble but it didn’t make sense to me. She was never a loving mother who would ask me anything. I lived a life where I was given everything. Except the attention of my
GabriellaAnother sob came out of my mouth when my mother throws the phone in the coffee table. She had been contacting our men to locate my father’s whereabouts but there is no useful information about him. Mother sneaked in my direction; both of her hands grabbed my shoulders.“ What did your father tell you? Do you really not know where he is?!” Her voice was forceful and for a second, I was afraid she’ll hurt me if only the stranger didn’t caught her hands midway from slapping me. “ Let me go! This brat did nothing but to bring bad omen in the house!”“ Felicia!” The stranger protested, still stopping my mom from killing the shit out of me. I can feel her rage overflowing as she glared in my direction. My cries only made everything a mess for I cannot erase my father’s scream at the back of my mind.She rushed towards me. “ Tell me you’re lying! Did..” Her voice fell into despair. “ Did you really not know what’s happening to your father?”“ Mom!” I shouted, shaking my head. “ You
Giovanni Kenzo didn’t move when I punctured his left thigh. A sharp scream echoes along the thick walls of the basement when I withdrew the long knife out of his flesh. Waterfall, it was told, fresh blood comes out rushing in the ground.“ Fucking hell, Dela Vin!” His voice was strained with pain. “ Motherfucker!”The door to the basement open and Ace stepped in, a deadpan look in his expression. I was disappointment because for once, I thought he will stop me from hurting Kenzo. But, he didn’t. Instead, Ace stayed in the doorway, mirroring my expression.Kenzo grunts. “ You told me I can do whatever I want with the Santoro’s!” He tried to struggle out of the cuff in his hands but I made sure he was genuinely bondage in the old metal chair. “ Fucking piece of shit,” he cursed once again.“ I told you to not kill him yet,” I said, clucking my tongue. “ Touch the mother, I instructed. But, you fool, killed the goddamn dad!”Ace started to head towards my direction. I gave him the knife
Gabriella“ Did you really heard your father lose his last breath?”Giovanni shows me his last piece of card, it’s a diamond king and the last piece that he needs to win this game. I’d itched to rip the smirk off his face when he clasps his hands and stare in my direction.It’s already midnight. Almost morning, I should say but because I couldn’t find the strength to sleep, I pestered the only person in this house to calm my mind. Unfortunately, it was my husband.There had been chaos in my mind after what happened that night. I accepted my death, trembling but I accepted dying. But, instead of dying in his brutal hands, I received a warm embrace from the ruthless mob leader of New York.I don’t know how to wrap my head around that. I don’t know how to progress in our daily life thinking about that. So, instead, I avoided thoughts about him and concentrated looking for my father.Two weeks.Father has been gone for two weeks and there is still no single words about his whereabouts. M
GIOVANNI She cries out, the sound coming out of her restrained throat makes everything euphoric for my ears. Breathless, I stare at Gabriella’s intoxicated face as my fingers continue to graze against her skin. She is breath-taking. Her lips parted and eyes drunk with an invitation for my touch makes me just want to take her. But, I won’t. I know she is inexperienced and I’m no brutal to give it hard for her first. Not when she is now lying on our bed, almost naked and my hand wrapped on her neck.“ Such a responsive body,” I commented, feeling her skin shiver at every touch of my fingers. Using my fingers, I’m drawing circles on her skin, trying to reach the peak of her stimulation. I wanted her turned on, wanting and eager for my touch. Damn. I wanted her to want me as much as I wanted her the very first time, I laid my eyes on her. I want her craving as much as I am salivating. “ Like this?” I asked, chuckling as she gasped again when I slides my fingers in her inner thighs.She h
I feel calm, more collected than I have in weeks. Killing Mia was the right choice, and I didn’t lose a second of sleep over it. That bitch thought she could crawl into my life, mess with my husband, and get away with it? Not in my world.I hear Giovanni’s heavy footsteps behind me before I see him, the sound echoing through the room like a storm about to break. I don’t turn around. He’ll be pissed, but that’s his problem.“You think you’re untouchable, don’t you?” His voice is sharp, dripping with anger. I can feel the heat radiating from him, even though he’s not close enough to touch me yet.I glance at him in the mirror, my eyes cold, unbothered. “She was a problem, and I handled it.”“You killed her, Gabriella. Just like that. No discussion. No fucking respect.” His voice rises, and I watch his fists clench by his sides. “I told you I’d deal with it.”I roll my eyes, turning around to face him fully, leaning casually against the vanity. He looks furious, but it only fuels that sm
I storm down the hallway, heels clicking against the marble floor like the sharp edge of a blade. Giovanni fucking Dela Vin. My hands are still shaking, my breath tight in my chest. He thinks I’m stupid. Thinks he can play me for a fool.Every damn time, it’s the same. Some cheap little slut thinks she can come into our life, take what’s mine, and Giovanni just lets it happen. He swears it’s nothing, but I’m not blind. I’m not some pathetic, lovesick wife who’ll turn a blind eye.I’m a Dela Vin. I built this life with him. Fought for every piece of it. And now? He’s risking everything for what? For her? For that?My fingers curl into fists. If he thinks I’ll stand by and watch him throw everything away, he’s dead wrong. I’ll burn it all down before I let anyone—**anyone—**take what's mine.“Mom?”I freeze. Rover. His voice is small, uncertain, and when I turn, he’s standing in the doorway, wide eyes staring up at me. My heart lurches, but I keep my expression cold, controlled.“Why we
“Talk,” she demanded, her voice sharp enough to cut through the silence. “But don’t you dare insult me with a lie, Giovanni. Not tonight.”I swallowed hard, trying to find the words, but everything sounded like a pathetic excuse. “It’s not what it looks like, Gabriella,” I began, but she didn’t let me finish.Her laugh was hollow, bitter. “Not what it looks like? Really? You think I’m stupid?” Her voice rose, simmering with fury. “I walk in here, and that thing is sitting on your lap, dressed like she’s auditioning for some sleazy strip club, and you want to tell me it’s nothing?”I flinched at her words. “Gabriella, I swear, it wasn’t like that.”She shook her head, pacing in front of me like a caged animal, fists clenched at her sides. “I should’ve known. I should’ve seen this coming. You’ve been distant for weeks, Giovanni. I thought it was the business. I thought maybe the pressure was getting to you.” She paused, her gaze darkening. “But no. It’s always about something—or someone—
I was sitting in my office late at night, the only light coming from the tablet showing Gabriella pacing back and forth in our living room. She looked upset, taking deep breaths, clearly bothered by something serious. It was hard to watch. Knowing I was part of her stress made it worse. Annoyed and frustrated with myself, I slammed the tablet down."Enough of this," I muttered to myself, pushing the tablet aside to tackle the stack of paperwork on my desk. But before I could get started, Mia barged into my office. She was wearing one of those flashy, cheap dresses that screamed for attention."Not now, Mia," I snapped, hoping she'd turn around and leave. But Mia wasn't the type to take a hint.Ignoring me, she walked up to my desk with that too-confident smile. "We need to talk, Gio," she insisted, her voice too casual."Mia, seriously, I'm not in the mood for games," I said, trying to keep my voice calm but firm.She just laughed and, before I knew it, she sat herself right down on m
"Mommy, why are you sad?" Rover asked, gazing up at me through his long lashes as we walked near the playground of his boarding school. The war between Giovanni’s past and our present might have quieted down, but the battle inside me hadn’t ceased. Despite everything, the idea of pulling Rover out of this school never crossed my mind. It was his sanctuary as much as it was my place to find fleeting peace.I forced a smile, crouching down to meet his eye level. "I'm just thinking about some grown-up stuff, buddy. Don't worry about it." The innocence in his eyes made me wish I could shield him from the complexities of adult burdens forever.He seemed to consider my words, his small hand reaching out to touch my cheek, a gesture filled with more empathy than one would expect from a seven-year-old. "Is it about Daddy?" he whispered, his voice barely a breeze but heavy with intuition.The question took me aback, but I masked my surprise with a nod. "A little bit, yes. But everything's goin
As I yanked the steering wheel, the city lights were a blur. The words kept hammering in my head: “Mia was never just Giovanni’s friend. They were deep in some real dark stuff...”It made my stomach twist. Giovanni and Mia, really? It gnawed at me, a mix of jealousy and betrayal that felt like it was burning a hole right through me.I slammed the car door and stalked towards the house, heading straight for the gym out back. The light from inside spilled out onto the grass. I pushed open the door and there he was, Giovanni, hammering away at a punching bag, his face set hard, lost in thought."Really, Giovanni?" I snapped, unable to hold back. "Mia? After everything?"He stopped, gloves mid-air, his brow furrowed as he turned to face me. "Gabriella, it’s not what you—""Don’t!" I cut him off, feeling my heart pounding against my chest. "I can't even look at you right now!"Giovanni dropped his gloves, the thud echoing around the room. "You think I'm happy about this? About her coming b
Gabriella's POV The soft morning light hadn’t yet fully filled the room when I awoke to an unsettling quiet. Giovanni's side of the bed was empty, a fact that tugged at my unease. Slipping out of bed, I padded softly down the hallway towards the kitchen, drawn by faint sounds that shouldn’t have been there at this hour.The aroma of freshly brewed coffee grew stronger as I approached, mixed with the low hum of conversation. Pausing at the doorway, my heart squeezed painfully. There was Giovanni, his back to me, pouring coffee into two cups. Beside him stood Mia, exuding an effortless elegance that seemed out of place in the early morning. Her laughter, light and intimate, floated across the room, and it struck a nerve. That was a laugh I had never heard directed at anyone but me.“Good morning,” I announced my presence, not able to keep the ice out of my voice. They both turned, Giovanni with a flicker of surprise that quickly smoothed into a practiced smile.“Gabriella, you’re up ea
Third Person's POV The drive to the venue was quick, the streets of New York blurring past as they discussed their strategy for the evening. "Remember, tonight's about solidifying connections. We need to reassure our current allies and maybe even draw a few new ones into the fold," Giovanni instructed, his tone now all business.Gabriella nodded, her mind already running through the list of guests. "I’ll handle the Hendersons. They've been waffling since the last shake-up. It’s time to secure their loyalty.""And I'll take care of the Martins. They've been too quiet lately. I want to know where they stand," Giovanni added, his eyes narrowing slightly as he considered the potential threat.The car pulled up to the opulent venue, the grand entrance illuminated by elegant lighting that cast long, dramatic shadows. They stepped out, immediately greeted by the flash of cameras and the murmur of the high society gathered there. Their arrival had not gone unnoticed, and as they walked in, t
It had already been days since I last connected with the outside world. Giovanni insisted on keeping me confined within these walls for my own safety, but the isolation gnawed at me relentlessly. Each night, I heard the door click shut as he ventured out into the dark, leaving me to imagine what godforsaken deeds occupied his hours. I knew all too well the streets he roamed were ruthless, yet fear stifled my voice, keeping my questions unasked, my fears unvoiced.But one night, the weight of silence became unbearable. As he prepared to leave yet again, his figure cloaked in the darkness of our bedroom, something within me snapped.“Where do you go every night, Giovanni?” My voice, though quiet, cut through the stillness with a sharpness I hadn’t intended.He paused, his hand on the doorknob. “It’s not your concern, Gabriella. You’re safer not knowing.”“But I need to know!” I insisted, my voice rising. “I can’t keep sitting here, wondering if you’ll come back, or if one night, it’ll b