Gabriella's POV I gasped and completely turned around before sliding my whole body over the door. The roughness of the wall hit me. I was about to take another silent step when a hoarse voice stops me from going further.“He’s sleeping. You don’t need to hide.”My stomach dropped. I sighed in relief knowing his fast asleep. I used the backdoor earlier for him to notice me, but I still ended up facing the devil. “ Really?”Allistori shook his head and sarcastically laughed. I could see his dimples showing from the side of his cheeks. His jaw clenched and there’s the look that tells me he’s upset. “ It’s damn midnight Gabriella. What do you expect?”I raised my brow and turned the lamp on to stare at his deep menacing gaze. Allistori is sitting right on the edge of the bed. He scowled when I shrug my coat off and threw my shirt off the floor. I didn’t take my eyes off him while stripping all my clothes. “How can you do that? I’m starting to wonder if you’re giving him supplements to ma
Gabriella’s POV I glance at Rover again, watching him eat his bacon like he always does in the morning. Allistori is simply giving me a nudge while he’s sipping coffee and reading a newspaper. Since when did he read those kinds of things, though? I couldn’t help but kick him under the table.“ Aw shit.”His eyes widened and we both stare at Rover.“ No foul language in front of the food, please.” He raised his brows and give Allistori his usual deep stare. It was just a second, but I swear it gives me goosebumps. “Do you want to say something, Papa?”I gave Allistori an icy stare. I’m kind of warning him not to say anything. We had an argument last night, and it ended well. He’s still pushing me to talk to Rover, which I found ridiculous. Because for years, we’ve lived at the edge of the mountain, unseen from the ambiguity of the world.Allistori forced a smile. “Nothing kiddo. I was just wondering if you have something to say to your mom.”I can hear crickets in the background. Alli
Giovanni’s POV I can’t remember the last time I got drunk. I don’t do it often but most of the time, my mind keeps on flashing images I just wanted to shut it off. Her face, her smile, the way how her hair smells when I touch it. Everything is coming right through me, and I’m so done with it. I drank another shot. “ Oh, look at you. You’re so pretty, love.”I wrap my fingers in Gabriella’s picture and touch her face. This is during our wedding reception. She was wearing this exquisite dress that makes her stand out among the crowd. I remember almost backing out of the deal at that time. Just one look at her smiling face. I knew there was a high risk of me not falling in love.The beast of New York. Losing the only girl he’d ever loved.“ This is a suicide, you know.”Alana appeared, slightly underdressed for our meeting today. I straightened my back and tried to see her in a blurry sight. She’s only wearing a nightgown, and I can’t really appreciate her looks.She’s pretty, alright.
Gabriella’s POV My eyes settled on the flat-screen TV. A smirk on my lips appeared when I saw my own reflection on it. It’s all going according to my plan. It took me years to build everything from the scratch and now, it’s happening. That had been the dream. To see Giovanni’s downfall after he causes mine. I knew he was leading all the families in New York now. He’s the only Capo of the three families but I’m afraid I have to snatch his crown. There should only be one master and that’s Vittorio. He thought I was dead. Everyone thought I was dead and was killed seven years ago but the truth is, I wasn’t. I am only messing with his mind and substantially leaving evidence that I am alive. I want him crazy. Giovanni and madness are a good combination for me to ruin his father. We have a common enemy. Seven years ago, I thought Giovanni knew what he was doing. I thought he got everything under control but he got blinded by his love for me. He mourned, and while he was mourning, his
Giovanni’s POV “ She’s alive.” My lip quivered as I lifted my gaze and met the struck face of everyone in the room. I haven’t moved yet after seeing my woman, the love of my life, appearing on national television. It was just seconds…a fucking second of appearance, but it already made my world crumble. “ She’s alive.”Kenzo just dropped the call from the network and I swear I’m holding my breath for him to speak the word. No. I don’t need any confirmation about her being alive. I just want to know where that shot was taken so I could go and find her. Just any tiny information that will lead me to her is enough.I never knew I could pray like this, but fuck, I did. Unintentionally, my eyes were closed as Kenzo said the most stupid words ever.“ There’s nothing on the video, Dela Vin.”Alana shouted when I quickly rose up from the couch and grabbed Kenzo’s collar to pin him to the wall. My pulse is beating so hard, and I can’t seem to stop myself from killing him right now.“ Bullshit
Giovanni’s POV “ Do you even know what you are doing?” Sucking in sharp breaths, Alana looked at me with her usual angelic face. I should’ve known it for so long that someone like her would pull something like this. However, it was too late for me to regret it. I tried to move my body to stop her from putting some ointment on my neck when I heard a creak of a door, revealing Kenzo’s poker face. Kenzo fully opened the doors, smoke billowing from his mouth. He threw some clean clothes on the bedside table and looked at Alana. I saw his eyes rolling when he saw what she was doing but it was replaced with a smirk when he saw that I was cuffed on the bed. “ Make sure he won’t get out until he’s rational enough to think,” Kenzo bitterly commanded. I sarcastically chuckled. “ Bullshit. Since when did you have permission to command me?” Kenzo walks to the nearest window and flicks the butt of the cigarette out and then turns around with a much darker face. “ Since you became too s
Giovanni’s POV The last couple of weeks had gone by too fast. I thought it would be easy to get back what Sebastian stole from me, but he's a tough Dela Vin.. I cracked my bones in the neck and stretched my arms up because I’m fucking tired. A few weeks with a hectic schedule will kill me, but I have a lot of things to catch up with. It’s not freaking easy to get everything back, but I showed up. At every ball, fight and even deal, I showed them that I’m back. Freaking Giovanni Dela Vin is back and this time I won't let anything trample me more. “ Back to your old game, huh?” I stared down at the smirking face of Ace. He emotionlessly kicked some lifeless bodies out of the ground while I sat on their pool of blood and lit my tobacco. What’s the use of cleaning this mess, anyway? I’m going to set them on fire later once I’m done. Ace snickered. “And you couldn’t even leave a single soul alive.” “Don’t go sarcastic on me, Ace. What about that thing I asked you for?” Ace huffed.
Nightmare Sunlight hits my face. I coughed and opened my eyes only to close it again just so I could save myself from the sudden ache in my head. “ What the hell? Where am I?” I looked around me and shock must have been registered on my face when I realized that I was back inside my office. Don’t tell me—that was just a dream? My hands went to massage my head while I am drowning thinking of everything that happened last night. It felt so real. Everything was so vivid and there’s no fucking way it’s just a dream. “ Good morning to you too, Dela Vin,” Alana entered with her usual white jeans and black coat outfit, serving me some tea and pills I’ve been taking for years. She fully opened the curtain and I was once again lost when I saw that it was nearly 12 in the afternoon. “ Just how long have I been out, Alana?” I asked, groggily pouring myself cold water. I still can’t believe that it’s just a dream. “ I can’t remember anything about last night—” “ Hah!” Alana chuckled.
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