Gabriella A nauseous feeling stopped me from eating. I quickly run into the bathroom and threw up. I never felt this sick until I cannot almost hold myself if Giovanni did not hold my waist. He flushed the toilet, then help me wash my mouth. “ What the fuck is wrong with me?” I stare at the mirror with tears in my eyes.I felt like I am dying. Giovanni is behind me, stroking my back. He is looking at our reflection in our mirror and my gut tells me something is bothering him.“What?” I asked.He shut his head and cursed. “When is your last period?”I blinked. “My what?”“Period,” he scoffed. “Menstrual cycle.”A peal of laughter slipped from my lips when I saw his expression in the mirror. “You think I’m pregnant?”“I come inside you. Thrice.” Giovanni’s face was serious.I scanned his face and then pressed a palm into my mouth, wanting to stop myself from this predicament. But I cannot stop laughing because he was just there standing and looking so serious about all of this.He gla
Gabriella “ He will going to kill me for this,” Ace gritted through his teeth while I remain calm on the passenger seat beside him. I called him earlier to pick me up at The Commons and drive me back to our house. “ You, married couple, is so fucking annoying.”I hissed. The metal tip of Giovanni’s gun that I stole in his car slides from Ace’s jaw till it reached his throat. I can see him gulping, maybe swallowing the fear of being dead with a bullet in his neck. “Just drive.”“ Shit. Fine.” He cursed, stepping into the accelerator. We are already far from Ithaca when his phone rings from the dashboard. He tried to reach it but I waved the gun and pat his hand. “ It’s Kenzo.”My brows furrowed. “ Don’t talk,” I instructed before answering the call. Kenzo is Giovanni’s friend whom I met earlier this month in their headquarters. It’s a brief meeting but I want to assume that he remembers me.“ Dela Vin is losing his freaking mind,” he shouted over the phone. I heard some background no
Gabriella I wake up the morning with a heavy heart. Thinking about sleeping in the room where Giovanni and I had spent our first days as a married couple didn’t sit well with me. So, I ended up sleeping in the guest room. I still cannot believe it – I like Giovanni. The ruthless mob leader of New York who kills without blinking, the man I was sold to. I like him. Since we got married, he shows me nothing but his dark sides. He killed half of my father’s men, claimed me as his own and mark every part of me with his tongue. Okay, that’s the last of my concern. But, he told me I was his safe vault – his greatest investment. And, I think I mistook that with something else. I’ve lost count of how many thoughts have run down my mind while I am looking at myself in the mirror. There is nothing special with what I look like. In fact, I think I looked worst with my bird nest hair and a toothbrush on my mouth. I’m not as good as a musician.
Gabriella I tell myself I hate him. Not really. This is just my reaction because I was rejected by him. I was curious if we feel the same.Now I know we didn’t.A week after that night and Giovanni has been nowhere to be found. He didn’t just refuse me that night but I felt like he also refused me for a week by not showing back in our house. Apparently, that night ended whatever relationship we had.“ Any request for dinner today?” Sebastian gave me his phone. A list of what he can cook is being shown on the screen. “ I prefer some meat but because you’re heartbroken—”“ Shut up,” I glared. I shoved back his own into his chest and lean into the couch where I was sitting. “ Just cook what you can, Seb.”Sebastian shrugged and left for the kitchen. His house is actually nice compared to his personality. I don’t know why he wants a gang of his own when he can just lay on this sofa all night and not think of anything.His place gives off a serenity kind of feeling.I sneak through some
Gabriella Giovanni’s eyes shatter, his gaze following me as I move around our bedroom naked and unbothered.It’s not my fault.He was the one who sneaks in the middle of the night catching me and changing my clothes. I thought no one is home and my husband will not be spending his night here, just like what he’s been doing for the past couple of weeks.Oh. That sounded resentment. It hurts my ego every time I figured he is probably warming someone’s bed. How ruthless, right? I didn’t know this is what they meant when they say is he is the cruelest mob leader here in New York.They are not wrong. Indeed, I hate him.“ Do you usually spend your time naked alone in the bed?”The way he asked it, there’s a tone of accusation coming from his words. It didn’t make me stopped from looking for my lotion. I throw it earlier when I got shocked that someone is sitting in the couch. “ No one’s home. It’s never been a problem for the past weeks.”Fuck. I did not emphasize those words, right? I d
GabriellaI stand in front of the alley wondering if I got the right address. Sebastian wants me to come here. For someone who really owns a clean house, this place looks like a den for small thugs. The one who wanders in the street and shouts that they are gangsters but will run at the sound of the siren. It’s night. An unusual cold night with dark clouds appearing in the sky.It's hard not to judge when I saw a bunch of vandals, disturbing one, at the entrance. The door is almost as freaky as this place, it is made out of old shreds of wood, with an intricate design which based on my knowledge has something to do with satan.Great. A satanic place with blasting sounds of party music.The door made a creaky sound when I pushed it open and slide my body inside. I had to slightly squint my eyes to see in the dark, which is usually the case for this kind of house. But I was wrong. It’s not dark, alright. The loud party music is still echoing but the whole place looks a lot better than i
Giovanni “She’s about to find out,” Kenzo muttered, looking at the screen. Pictures of Sebastian and Gabriella hanging around each place where I wanted them to go are playing on the screen. I have planned everything for her to find out about things. Even if it means, I’ll compromise our marriage.Ace leans back, his lips playing with a cigarette. “And Dela Vin is about to lose his mind,” he mocked.I released the dart and it hits the bullseye. My lips crawled beneath a smirk because I’m almost there. Gabriella is about to find out everything. And it sounded like a victory. Once she claims who she was, it’s a mountain of gold for us.I’m playing this game for a long time. I had cultivated strength, knowledge, and richness to plot this out. One by one, they will bow down. One by one, no more families will challenge my name. And then, there will only be Gabriella that I will need to take care of.She confessed her feelings. And I will later think of that.But, this game needs to be play
Gabriella Shuddering, I run through the door and tried to open it. I’m all left alone in this basement, with nothing but a bed and a sofa in sight. The walls are all painted in black and gray, with a vintage lamp on the side and a shadow lurking at the far end of the room where I was.He was leaning against the soft walls; his arms are crossed over his chest as he was playing with my pistol in his hands.“ S.D.V.”My muscles tighten at the memory of Sebastian outside. We never had a backup plan in case things goes awry tonight. No communications or any means of anything to get back at each other. My first thought is to warn him but I’ve been caught by Giovanni itself and he needed to discard everything that we were investigating. But, there’s no point in telling him that. I’ve got no means to tell him that now that I’m alone with his brother.I stare at him, full of hatred. “ Open the door,” I asked. “ Let me out, Giovanni.”He shakes his head and pointed the gun in my direction. “ D
The first thing I noticed when I woke was the ache. My body felt bruised, marked, and raw, a constant reminder of Giovanni’s temper. Last night wasn’t love; it was punishment. He made sure I knew he's very angry with what I did. The second thing I noticed was him. Giovanni stood by the mirror, his shirt half-buttoned, his broad frame taut with tension. The gun holster strapped to his chest was already loaded, and I watched as he slipped another pistol into the waistband of his tailored slacks.He looked every inch the cold, calculating man I married. A king dressing for war.I shifted in bed, the sheets slipping down to pool around my waist. The soreness in my thighs made me wince, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing it. “Going somewhere?” I asked, my voice soft but edged with sarcasm.He didn’t look at me, his attention on securing the knife sheath at his side. “Don’t start, Gabriella.”I rolled my eyes, propping myself up on one elbow. “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it.
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