CHAPTER 23THIRD PERSON'S POV "Good morning, Amelia." The young lady replied to her greetings before Amelia entered the elevator that took her to the floor where her office was. She was dressed beautifully today. Well, she just wanted to...it was good for the body. After stepping out of the elevator, she noticed that Bonny was yet to come so she just headed to her office instead. Alessandro was also not around and she was significantly the only person on the floor. After settling down into her seat, she went through the questionnaire given to her by Mike the other day. She had filled in a lot of answers as honestly and truthfully as she could. Mike's sister could use it. When answering these questions, Amelia felt so sober. It was as if she was answering shadow questions in her journal like she used to. It made her open up more of herself and feel like she was communicating with someone instead. Her phone dinged, alerting her of a message. She glanced at it and saw that it was
CHAPTER 24.AMELIA'S POV.Mike drove us to a well-known five-star mega boutique. I wasn't surprised though, knowing the kind of person Mr Alessandro was, going anything below such was a sin. I calmly came out of the car and walked to his side with an expectant look. What was he going to buy me? "I wasn't sure what exactly your size is..." His gaze lowered to my body, which was perfectly snatched and hidden by the formal suit that I was wearing, before he continued, his eyes bouncing back to meet mine. "If not, I would have preferred to surprise you with it rather than stress you by bringing you here again." "It's alright, Mr Alessandro. You're not stressing me."I could have easily looked for a less expensive gown to buy and wear for the event but then...it was Mr Alessandro — taking no for an answer wasn't in his vocabulary. We both entered the boutique while Mike offered to stay by the car outside instead. The inside was surprisingly chill and the atmosphere was calm an
CHAPTER 25.ALESSANDRO'S POV.Immediately after getting out of the car, I signaled to Mike, who nodded, knowing what to do next. "Aren't you going to come in with us?" I heard her ask him and he shook his head while leaning against the car. "It's better I stay here. I am not a huge fan of shopping." He answered.Lies. He was in charge of my outfits but anything to make this mission work was permissible. We entered the boutique and my gaze was focused on her. I didn't want to miss even the tiniest bit of expression on her face. To impress her, I had brought her to this fancy boutique, which I was sure was going to blow her mind away, and it did. Somehow, I wished I could have recorded her reaction closely. The CCTV couldn't have captured her clearly or else I would have required it. The women welcomed us. I wasn't so much interested in the display of unnecessary affection they were portraying. It was the money they needed — strictly business. I looked around once more to
CHAPTER 26.AMELIA'S POV. "At this particular point, I am not sure about the source of your excitement anymore," Mia said with tiredness while sitting down on my bed and watching me go from one side to another exasperatedly. "It's not my fault for wanting to look presentable on my first night out. Do you know how anxious I am right now?" I glanced at her above my shoulder and she nodded. "I understand. You're getting the same feelings that I got when I was going to visit my boyfriend's family for the first time. I almost developed cold feet." I chuckled as I remembered the situation. Although, I couldn't be there for her that time but Mia had ensured to keep me on a video call for an hour and thirty minutes while projecting and confessing her fears and insecurities. "I think mine is a bit different. I am not scared that they might think I am not compatible with Mr Alessandro. I am just his secretary, after all, but I simply want to match his aura, I think."Mi
AMELIA'S POV I stepped out of the car, the soft click of my heels against the pavement barely audible over the low hum of chatter and music spilling out from the grand building ahead. For a moment, I was frozen, my gaze traveling up the massive structure bathed in golden lights. Every window seemed to gleam like a star, casting a glow across the carefully manicured gardens that bordered the entrance.It was the kind of place you only ever saw in movies—a testament to wealth and power, with an air so powerful it made me feel out of place before I’d even taken a step forward.If I was even nervous before coming, I felt more nervous than ever and I was secretly questioning my choice. But I was here now, there was literally nothing that I could do. The red carpet stretched out before me, flanked by ropes and guarded by staff dressed in sleek, black uniforms. I caught sight of a few reporters on the sidelines, their cameras flashing intermittently, their voices murmuring questions to any
THIRD PERSON'S POV.Amelia’s breath hitched. Her gaze flicked to the polished dance floor, where couples moved with effortless grace. Panic bubbled beneath her chest. “I don’t know how,” she admitted softly, clutching her gown tighter in her hands.His lips curved into the faintest smile, equal parts reassuring and provocative. “Then let me teach you. All you have to do is to follow my lead.”Before she could object, he reached for her hand, his fingers warm and firm as they curled around hers. His touch sent a jolt through her, a pulse of heat that traveled all the way to her core.He led her onto the dance floor, the crowd seeming to fade into a blur around them. All Amelia could focus on was the way Alessandro held her, his confidence steady, grounding. "Relax,” he murmured, his voice so close it sent shivers down her spine. His other hand rested against the small of her back, pulling her gently closer.Amelia nodded, though her body felt anything but relaxed. His presence wa
AMELIA'S POVCHAPTER 29.The grip around my hand tightened and I could not help but throw a curious glance at Mr Alessandro before my eyes bounced back on the stranger in front of us who had a playful smirk on his face. That was a huge contrast to Mr Alessandro's cold looks. "Why are you looking at me that way?" He questioned with his brows raised. "I only praised the both of you for doing exceptionally well. I mean no harm." He raised both hands — probably trying to hint at how sincere he was. Mr Alessandro sighed and looked around. I was confused at this point, not to even add the fact I had an unsettling feeling about this man. The man moved closer to us. He faced me and offered me another smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Good evening, Beauty." He attempted to hold my palm and kiss the back of it but I quickly withdrew it from him. He chortled and dipped his hands inside his pockets. "My name is Zach — Sandro's one and only accomplice in crime..." "Shu
CHAPTER 30THIRD PERSON'S POV.The next morning, Amelia woke up with the sensation of his lips still lingering on hers. She could not sleep well throughout the night. She had different unholy dreams about last night's kiss and now she was confused. She sat upright in bed, clutching her pillow, replaying the events of the previous night. His smoldering gaze, the heat of his touch, and the way his lips had claimed hers with a fervor that left her breathless—all of it was too much to process. Who would have thought that her boss could do such? Her face burned as she groaned into the pillow. He’s your boss! What were you thinking? She scolded herself. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t erase the memory of how her body had betrayed her, leaning into him, yearning for more. "I was supposed to resist." She groaned again and hit her face on her pillow again. She then stood up and paced around her small apartment, biting her lip as she debated whether to tell anyone about w
CHAPTER 116Laughter echoed through the vast dining room, soft music playing in the background as the aroma of rich Italian food mixed with the warmth of candlelight and clinking glasses. It was a rare moment—one filled with peace, love, and celebration.Mia had arrived that evening, dressed in a simple but elegant green dress that complimented her eyes. She hugged Amelia tightly, her heart full as she whispered, “You’re glowing.”Amelia smiled. “Thank you for coming.” "I somehow thought that I wasn't going to get invited though. I almost wrote your offense down." The two of them laughed and hugged each other again. "Alright ladies, listen up. Delivery is here." Tracy whistled as she walked in with Alessandro and Mike with drinks already in hand. The table was full of food, drinks, and an endless flow of laughter that only close bonds could create.“I still can’t believe this place,” Tracy said, spinning around with her glass of red wine. “I mean, wow. Is this a castle or wha
CHAPTER 115“What?” Tracy's voice shot up like a spark in a quiet room. “HE IS A MAFIA???”Her eyes widened with a blend of disbelief and horror as she stared at her sister, barely able to process what she had just heard. Amelia sat calmly on the edge of the bed, her expression soft but tired—like someone who had finally let go of a burden she’d carried for too long.Tracy jumped to her feet, pacing a short distance before turning sharply. “You can’t be serious right now. Are you telling me that the man you’re with—Alessandro—is part of the mafia? Like the actual mafia?”Amelia sighed, nodding slowly. “Yes. He is. But it’s not like that of the wicked Mafia. He’s different now, Tracy. You have to understand.”Tracy just blinked at her, her lips parted, but no words came out. When she finally found her voice, it came out in a bitter, breathless whisper. “Amelia... why didn’t you tell me this earlier? What if something had happened to you? What if you had died? How was I supposed to know
CHAPTER 114A full month had gone by.The storm had finally passed. The chaos, the close calls, the sleepless nights filled with fear and uncertainty… all of it now felt like a distant nightmare. The house was peaceful again. The sun poured into the kitchen like warm honey, slipping through the wide windows and stretching across the marble counters.But peace didn’t mean Alessandro’s mind was quiet.He stood before the stove, brows furrowed, eyes glued to the frying pan like it had personally offended him. A spatula in one hand, an open cookbook in the other, and a look of complete helplessness smeared across his gorgeous face.Amelia descended the stairs, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, her silk robe brushing lightly against her bare legs.“Good morning,” she said with a yawn. "Good morning, Princess." He replied. She froze halfway through the last step when she saw him. "What… are you doing?” she asked him. Alessandro straightened like a guilty schoolboy, dropping the spat
CHAPTER 113The news of Luca's arrest swept through the compound like wildfire, but nowhere did it hit harder than the heart of Isabelle. She stood in her lavish bedroom, dressed in a silk robe that had once made her feel powerful—now it felt like a flimsy veil barely holding back the storm inside her."What do you mean he's been arrested?!" she shrieked at one of the guards who stood stiff at the door, refusing to meet her blazing eyes."Ma'am... it was Alessandro. He ordered the arrest after the incident with the fire and—" "What about my father?" "He...we can't find him yet because we don't know...""What do you mean by you can't find him? Is this how you were trained? You betrayals! When things were going wild, why didn't you do anything, huh?! You guys are nothing but disappointments! Get the fuck out!" Isabelle threw the nearest glass vase against the wall, shattering it with a loud crash that echoed down the hall.She stormed back to her mirror, her chest heaving. Her
CHAPTER 112The flames started in the west wing.No one noticed at first. There was too much noise in the ballroom—guards restraining Luca, Isabelle sobbing, Vincent pacing with his hands clenched so tightly his knuckles were bloodless. The guests were herded out by confused ushers, their whispered speculations louder than their footsteps. But above them all, a scent had begun to creep in.Smoke.By the time Vincent realized it, it was already too late."What—what's that smell?"A scream came from the corridor.Then another.Someone burst into the ballroom, shouting, "Fire! The west wing is on fire!"Panic ignited faster than the flames.Chairs screeched back, people stampeded toward the exits, and guards scrambled to maintain control. The chandelier shook from the vibrations of chaos, the floor slick from spilled wine and shattered glasses."Get everyone out," Vincent roared. "NOW!"But his voice drowned beneath the cacophony. He turned to look at Luca, only to find his son had vanis
CHAPTER 111The room was a cathedral of tension.The priest took his place between the two couples, slightly confused but too afraid to ask questions. In his decades of officiating weddings, this was his first time facing two grooms, two brides, and one room full of unspoken rage.He was, after all, in the middle of dignitaries who weren't just ordinary dignitaries but Mafias — people who weren't by what the law says,s, so he had to be very careful. Alessandro stood beside Isabelle.Luca stood beside Amelia.Their stances mirrored one another—two powerful men claiming love in the same moment, but only one held truth in his chest.The guests sat in hushed awe, some whispering, some pretending to sip from their champagne glasses while watching everything unfold with bated breath.Vincent stood at the far end of the room, arms folded, jaw tight. He had kept control for so long, but even he could feel the edges slipping. Why had Alessandro agreed so easily? Why had Amelia gone so quiet?
CHAPTER 110The estate had never seen a morning like this.Cars glided in one after the other—sleek, tinted, silent. High-ranking families, underworld tycoons, influential business moguls… all arriving in curated elegance, stepping out in tailored suits and shimmering gowns. It wasn’t just a wedding anymore—it was a political stage dressed in white silk and threat-laced promises.Guards lined the hallways. Their radios whispered and clicked with coded words. No one said it aloud, but everyone felt it: this wasn’t going to be a normal wedding. It wasn’t about love. It never was.It was about control.And somewhere inside the very heart of the estate, Amelia sat in a velvet chair with her hands folded tightly in her lap, the corset of her dress digging into her ribs like a warning. Her hair had been swept into soft waves, her makeup flawless—but her eyes… her eyes were hollow. Watching. Waiting.Two guards stood by her door.She watched the clock tick, minute by minute. In a few minutes
CHAPTER 109The morning sun streamed in through the heavily draped windows of Vincent’s estate, casting a dull, golden glow on the silent halls. But inside the grand ballroom, chaos was beginning to take shape—underneath the surface.It was such a wonderful day, after all, the moment that Vincent had been waiting for. Staff bustled in and out. Florists arranged bouquets of rare roses imported overnight. The chandeliers were polished to a blinding sparkle. Musicians tested strings and keys. Everything was being staged for what Vincent had boasted would be the “most powerful alliance in the city’s history”—the double wedding of his daughter and his heir. This was exactly what he had dreamed about. "We would not need to have stressed this much if only he had consented to it earlier." Vincent had said to himself while watching the activities happen below him. "Hopefully, he won't pull a string that would ruin everything, or else I will ruin his life." He added with a cold fac
CHAPTER 108Amelia paced back and forth in the dimly lit corridor, her fingers trembling as she clutched the cordless landline phone she had found tucked behind a dusty flower vase in one of the storage rooms.One of the maids had been so nice to let her know the house had a dusty landline phone not quite far away. Amelia suspected that her conversations might be tracked but she didn't mind. It was better than not trying at all. The house was unusually quiet, the silence feeding her anxiety as she dialed Mia’s number. It rang once. Twice.“Hello?” came Mia’s voice, sharp and worried.“It’s me,” Amelia whispered quickly, constantly glancing over her shoulder. “It’s Amelia.”“Amelia! What’s happening? I tried coming back but for some weird reason, I wasn't allowed in. I gave all the explanation that I could but they were not having it and rather insisted that I should go back.” Mia’s voice rose, panic dripping with every word. "Yeah, after you left that evening, Luca ordered that yo