GABRIELLA’S POVThe elevator stopped, and Allistori kept on walking inside of our room without giving me any glance. What the hell is his problem? I stalked behind him and focused on getting out of my heels and accessories while he looked so problematic sitting near the window and lighting himself a cigarette. He stood upright when he saw me walking in his direction. I don’t think I ever saw him this agitated before. I’ve been with him for seven years and Allistori never showed me this side of him. I always get his understanding and now, I’m at loss. “ You’re still mad?” Allistori flicked his cigarette and only gave me a quick side glance. I gulped. “ You want to talk about it?” Dark eyes locked into mine, and the full darkness of his aura came into view. I bit my tender lips and decided to just shut up. Allistori can’t change my mind but I value his perspective about these kinds of things. His expertise was my guiding light. Seven years and he helped me cope up about everything.
Gabriella It could be the way he was grabbing me. When Giovanni crashed his lips into mine, it took me seconds until I realized what he was doing. The bastard went into fully grabbing me into snatching the gun out of my hand and throwing it away from us. I tried to move out of his touch but I couldn’t. His devilish smirk was silly when he realized I couldn’t get out. He is too damn strong. I'm losing this. One thing I know for sure, he’s enjoying. He looked at me —still struggling with an amused grin. This time, he settled into cuffing both of my wrists into his one hand. “ Asshole–” Giovanni stole another kiss. “ What did you say?” “ You freaking asshole—” My eyes went wide. Giovanni freaking asshole grabbed the back of my neck and fully crashed his lips into mine. “ Are you out of your freaking mind?!” I shouted, catching my breath. I successfully pushed him off me while he stayed there with one of his hands supporting himself on the wall. Wait—is he okay? I was wiping my li
Giovanni She was an idiot. Her little voice telling me to divorce her is nothing but a nuisance. For once, I think I might have been losing myself seeing my wife whom I’ve searched for the last seven years alive. But, hearing her tell everyone that she’s divorcing me is damn pathetic. I’ve worked hard to find her, and what? Now that I found her she wants to throw me away? “ Tss.” I whispered to myself and decided to take a cold shower so I could ease my mind. Drinking a whole bottle of rum isn’t enough to clear my mind. This is bullshit. Part of me is really angry. She thought of fooling me around for the past seven years, but there’s a part of me that is happy knowing she’s alive. It’s like it had washed my nightmare off from the face of the earth seeing her actually breathing. However, is that what she really wants? To get rid of me? She left me and now that she’s back, the first thing she wants to do is to get rid of me? I almost chuckled at that thought. Never have I ever me
Giovanni’s POV What the fuck did just happen? I tried to run after her but a soft hand reached from mine before I could make it through the door. Alana shook her head and muttered, “Don’t go,” making me rooted in place. “ I–I…just..” I looked where Gabriella went and sighed before hugging Alana. There’s an obvious drop of tears on her face and I knew I couldn’t leave her here. She walked over to the couch area and I guided her. “ What happened, hmm? Who did this to you?” Alana cried harder. I have no fucking idea why she was crying but my mind is still stuck with Gabriella’s bold move. My guilt was eating me up when I realized Alana had been staring at me and that I’d spaced out. “ It’s okay—” she said, her voice trembling. “ I can take care of myself,” she added, wiping her own tears, making me feel more bad about her. Alana tried to get up from the couch but this time, I was the one who stopped her and held her hand. “ No–it’s okay Giovanni. You can go after her. I can take car
GABRIELLA’S POV If I had a doubt Dela Vin’s father was evil, it’s all now evaporated into the air. I took a deep breath, my hands shaking while looking at the pictures of our dead men from our last mission. I never thought Giovanni’s father was still doing some business even if he clearly left everything to his son. That dirty old greedy man is really not good for this world. Allistori held my hand and he gently snatched the picture out of my hand before giving me some cold water. I can see nothing in his eyes and sometimes, I wish I was like him too. I wish I don’t feel any remorse or pity for everyone and yet, here I am trembling because I lost a fucking fifty men in the battle. He sighed. “ Hey, it’s not your fault. This is the world you are born to reign in Gab. Don’t just tremble about these mere things–” “ Mere?” I sarcastically laughed, putting down the glass of water and looking at his eyes. Allistori looked so shocked when I raised my voice at him but it didn’t make me st
Giovanni's POV“He’s been quiet for two days,” Alana said, leaning on the doorframe and talking with Kenzo and Ace.The three of them managed to execute our plan without bothering me for the past few days. I couldn’t bring myself to think about anything other than the fact that—I have a child with her. “ You really won’t tell us what happened?” Alana asked again, looking at Ace with a firm expression. I told him to keep it a secret until I knew how to deal with it. Gabriella is cruel. I thought I already experienced the biggest heartbreak when she left without saying anything until I learned the truth. I ignored them and focused my gaze on the ceiling of my room. I’ve been here for two days and even if I wanted to confront Gabriella about her child—our child, I am fucking scared. I didn’t know what was worse, what did I ever do to her to deserve this kind of treatment? In those seven years, I spent my whole life looking for her. So why? Why would she do this to me? The room felt l
Giovanni’s POV Thirty goddamn minutes and not a word outta her. I steal a glance, expecting fireworks but she's staring out the window like she lost the damn plot. Part of me wants to rip the air with screams, shake her till the truth rattles out like loose change. But I know better. Patience, Giovanni, patience. My only weapon against this silent storm.So I push the pedal into the floorboard, the engine roaring like a pissed-off beast. Nobody's tracking us tonight. My phone, casualty of her hissy fit, lays cracked on the leather, a silent witness to our descent into madness. I reach for it, but a swift kick sends it skittering like a scared roach.Her eyes, green fire in the gloom, lock onto mine. "Stupid," she spits the word dripping with venom. " They can fucking track it if you call. You want them camping on our asses?"My breath turns to gravel. Damn her. Every word is a barb, twisting in my gut. Fury, confusion, something raw and primal, churns in my chest. I stare back, a cor
Gabriella’s POV There were worse things than realizing you’ve woken up in the middle of an unfamiliar bed. It’s waking up wrapped in the arms of the man who hurt you but knowing you’ll let him hurt you all over again just because your heart still beats for him. But just because my heart still beats for him doesn’t mean I should’ve let him ruin all my plans. Or should I? I gulped and let myself trace the soft lines on his forehead. Even asleep, Giovanni looks strict and serious. His thick brows are almost at war against each other and he makes this deep snoring sound. Stop. Don’t let yourself fall again into this trap. “ Trying to kill me, wife?” I gulped and almost jumped out of bed when Giovanni suddenly opened his eyes. His quick reflex immediately grabbed my waist making my face land on his chest. I could feel a loud heartbeat but I am not sure if it’s his or mine. “ Don’t move. I’m still sleepy.” Normally, I’d punch his face or I'd kick his ass and point my gun to his head,
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