ALESSANDRO'S POVI walked back into the penthouse, my footsteps echoing through the walls of the house, each one heavier than the last. The space that once symbolized my control now felt suffocating, mocking me with its silence. Tossing my jacket onto the sofa, I began pacing, the agitation clawing at my chest.Where was she? Who had taken her?I hated the fact that I was helpless in this situation. I couldn't consider myself anything more than a failure.I ran a hand through my hair, trying to piece together any clue, any sign I might have missed. The questions wouldn’t stop circling my mind, a relentless storm that refused to let me rest. I dropped onto the sofa, elbows on my knees, hands clasped tightly together as I replayed the past few days in my head.Amelia. I could still hear her voice, soft and full of trust. Her smile had a way of easing the darkness in me, but now, the memory of it only made the guilt hit harder. She had trusted me, and I had failed her.I simply failed he
CHAPTER 51Third Person POV[A few hours before the event] Alessandro paced the length of his office, his jaw tightening with each passing second. The rage simmering beneath his skin had grown unbearable these days. Days had passed, and there was still no sign of Amelia. Every avenue explored, every lead followed, had resulted in a dead end. He wanted to be patient, as he had been for a while,, to receive a call from Zac,h, but there was nothing. If he didn't act fast, the psycho could do something outrageous. He couldn’t sit idly anymore. His fingers drummed against his desk as an idea began to form in his mind. "Mike," Alessandro barked. Mike appeared instantly, standing at attention, ready for his orders. "Accept the invitation for the event. I want to see him. Tonight.”Mike hesitated. “You’re sure about that? He’s not the type to make things easy.” "Neither am I. Knowing how foolish he is, he is likely to want to mock me for what has happened. That way — we can eas
CHAPTER 52 “Well, well, what do we have here?”Her blood ran cold. Zach.Amelia’s head snapped around, and her heart sank at the sight of him standing in the doorway, his arms crossed and a cruel smirk on his face. He held a tray of food in one hand, the other casually resting on the doorframe as if he had all the time in the world. "Going somewhere, Amelia?”She didn’t respond, panic surging through her veins. Desperately, she tried to push herself the rest of the way out, her movements frantic now. "Ah, ah, ah,” Zach said, setting the tray down and striding toward her. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”Before she could make it through, he grabbed her ankle, yanking her back into the room. Amelia let out a cry, her fingernails clawing at the windowsill as she tried to hold on, but his grip was too strong. She landed hard on the floor, her breath knocked out of her. "Did you really think you could get away?” Zach loomed over her, his expression dark and unreadab
CHAPTER 53Third Person’s POVThe night was oppressive, shrouded in stillness that mirrored Alessandro’s turmoil. He paced back and forth in the room, his fists clenching and unclenching as he replayed every detail they had uncovered so far. The pieces fit together too perfectly. Mike entered quietly, holding a tablet displaying a map of Zach’s property. “We’ve confirmed increased activity around his house. Guards moving in shifts, additional surveillance. If she’s anywhere, it’s there.”Alessandro stopped pacing, his sharp gaze locking on the screen. “Then we’re done waiting.” "Are you sure about this, Boss?” Mike hesitated. “Zach’s not an idiot. He’ll be prepared.” "If you ever ask that question again until we are done with this, Mike, you'll regret it." He threatened Mike and pushed him out of his way. Alessandro’s jaw tightened, "We move tonight.".....On the other side of the city, Amelia sat in her new prison—a small, sparsely furnished room with a single barred w
CHAPTER 54The fire roared like an unrelenting beast, consuming the building in its entirety. Thick smoke billowed into the night sky, and the acrid smell of burning wood and chemicals stung Alessandro’s nose. He stood outside the blazing structure, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His heart hammered in his chest, screaming at him to go inside, even as Mike’s strong grip on his shoulder held him back. "Don’t do it, Mr Alessandro,” Mike said firmly, his voice barely audible over the roaring flames. “You’ll die if you go in there!” "She’s in there, Mike!” Alessandro snapped, shrugging off his grip. “I can’t leave her!” "You don’t know that for sure!” Mike countered, his eyes wide with desperation. "The fire is wild, sir. If you go inside, you will die!"The fire was blazing furiously — if Amelia was indeed inside the room, there was no way that she was still going to be alive. She would have been burnt down already. Also, if they didn't leave im
CHAPTER 55The car screeched to a halt in front of the emergency ward. Luca jumped out, carrying Amelia’s unconscious and bloodied body in his arms. His shirt was soaked with her blood, and his breathing was uneven, panic etched on his face. "Help! She’s losing too much blood!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the silent night. Two nurses and a doctor rushed out with a stretcher, immediately taking Amelia from him. "What's her condition?" one of the nurses asked as they hurriedly wheeled her inside. "She was in an accident — a fire accident," Luca said, trying to keep his voice steady. "She got hit on her head, and she’s been unconscious since then."The doctor nodded and gestured for Luca to follow. They moved swiftly, disappearing into the surgery wing. Luca tried to keep up but was stopped by another nurse at the door. "You’ll have to wait here, sir. We’ll update you as soon as we can," she said, her voice firm but kind.Luca sank into a nearby chair, running
CHAPTER 56Amelia’s consciousness stirred, her eyelids felt impossibly heavy for her to move, her body weak and sore as though she had been dragged through hell itself. Darkness blurred the edges of her memory, but sooner than she expected, fragments of the cruelty she had gone through in the hands of Zach started to resurface. She winced, her throat dry and raw, and as her senses slowly returned, she realized she wasn’t alone.The sound of deep, uneven breathing filled the room. She turned her head, her movements sluggish, and saw Alessandro sitting in a chair by the bed. His elbows rested on his knees, his head bowed, and his hands clasped tightly together. His face, etched with exhaustion, was unshaven, and the dark circles beneath his eyes spoke of sleepless nights.Amelia wasn't able to figure out things fully yet. "Where…” Amelia’s voice cracked, barely audible. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Where am I?”Alessandro’s head snapped up, his piercing eyes locking on
CHAPTER 57AMELIA'S POVI existed in silence.Days had passed, or maybe weeks—I couldn’t tell anymore. Time had lost meaning inside this gilded prison Alessandro called his mansion. The only certainty I had was the unbearable weight in my chest, the dull ache of hopelessness pressing against my ribs. I barely spoke. I barely moved.I was alive, but I wasn’t living. That was my situation actually. The first time I woke up in this place, I stared at the high, unfamiliar ceiling for hours, feeling a numbness settle deep within me. I remembered his words; he said he cared about me. I wasn't that sure if he understood what that meant because if he did, I wouldn't still be here. What mattered was that I wasn’t free.The first thing I did the day after was ask for my phone. No one answered me.The second thing I did was ask to leave. That request was denied.I had walked to the door in a daze, the world tilting slightly under my feet, but before I could even grasp the handle, Alessandro’s
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