BIANCA’S POVI had only met him for a couple of minutes, but I felt a bone-deep sense of satisfaction at Ricardo's calmness shaking. It was clear that Giovanni's presence had rattled him, and it was immensely gratifying to watch the cracks form in his smooth exterior.“You didn’t raise me,” Giovanni shot back, his voice casual but his eyes sharp. “That was all on Sandro. You always disappeared just to show up and throw tantrums every now and then.”Ricardo’s eyebrows furrowed even further, almost looking like he had one continuous unibrow, and for a second, I thought he might actually lose it. But instead, he drew in a slow breath and regained his composure like the ice statue he was. His eyes flickered over me, then back to Giovanni. "This is none of your business, Gio."“Everything that happens in this house is my business as a Moretti," Giovanni retorted, descending the stairs leisurely, but there was nothing casual about the way his gaze locked on Larisa. “I vividly remember telli
BIANCA’S POVThe thump of footsteps following behind me made my legs speed up of their own accord, and before I knew it, I was zooming along the sidewalk, my heels doing nothing to reduce my speed.The loud sound of a gunshot permeated the air, and I lost my footing, slipping and falling chest-first onto the pavement—hard. I wheezed and prayed desperately that the cover of darkness was enough to make them blind to the woman on the floor.I couldn’t fathom why I was being pursued. I was beyond grateful that Giovanni had been the one to pick Luca up, and they weren’t back from wherever Giovanni had taken them.I had gotten into my house after Alessandro dropped me off. We had cut our night out short because he got a call from the company, and he had to head off to the office. Disappointment had been the only thing in my veins at that time, along with pity for my stressed boyfriend. I had expected to end the night with a phone call goodnight and a cuddle session with my baby.As it seeme
BIANCA’S POVI woke up in small increments, feeling more anxious each time. I couldn’t shake off the worry that Luca was with those men, even though I knew he was supposed to be with Giovanni. After the sixth time, I sat up and tried to stand, but my legs didn’t cooperate with me.I was in Alessandro’s room—the black and white accents lit up in warm lights were a dead giveaway. It had been a while since I had seen this room, especially since Alessandro had made his main residence the Villa.“You’re not allowed to get up,” a baritone voice I was very familiar with sounded above me. I jerked and looked his way. Alessandro was sitting on the chair beside the bed, with his knuckle supporting his head. The dark circles under his eyes from before were worse, and his face was gaunt like he hadn’t slept at all in days. My heart ached on his behalf.I stretched my hand out to him, and he leaned in like he always did, shifting from the chair to the bed, instinctively getting closer. “Is Luca wi
RICARDO’S POVI hated being in Italy, I hated being a Moretti, and I hated being the man I was. Everything had been against me right from birth. My parents had me off doing rather questionable things at a very tender age, and that was why I arranged for their deaths.They were horrible people—cold-blooded murderers. No life was ever worth anything in their eyes, and I had known that their being around my brothers would inevitably scar them and turn the disgustingly innocent boys into the monsters their parents were.I never had a childhood, and I never really knew my brothers. I had spent most of my ‘childhood’ trapping my parents’ conquests and enemies so they’d be lured right into the hands of my father. The clearest version that would forever live rent-free in my head was that of a man and his daughter who had opposed them.I had been sent in to act like I was being abused, and the man, in all his kindness, rushed over to save me. They had kept him hostage and brought his little gi
ALESSANDRO’S POVWhen I woke up, Bianca wasn’t beside me. At first, I feared that something had happened to her, but I calmed down after remembering that the house was now extensively protected by Salvatore and three other guild members. Luca was with Gio and Laz, and they were in the villa, protected by the rest of the guild.I felt more at rest than I had in a few weeks. Ricardo had become a permanent thorn in my side, and his movements were suspicious. He didn’t seem to want the company as much as he wanted me to be with the Dobre girl; he had even said on multiple occasions that he’d stop opposing and terrorizing me at work if I agreed to leave Bianca.What could the Dobres have offered him that made him value my relationship with their daughter more than the position as the head of the conglomerate? It all seemed rather questionable, and I was often skeptical, but I didn’t know much about my brother beyond what he wanted me to know, so I could only speculate for a while.When I w
LINDA’S POVSome days later…The rumors of my fame were not exaggerated. I had to get Bianca and Darren to pick me up from the airport incognito, or I wouldn’t be able to get to the quaint, cozy villa in Turin that I’d rented and looked forward to for months.In fact, the only reason I was able to arrive in Italy without being accosted was that no one knew I was coming to Italy. To the best of everyone’s knowledge, I was in New York sipping mojitos while overlooking the cityscape.I had missed Italy fiercely; the best friends I had met and made there were all amazing and quick to help in a pinch, if not a bit reckless. So when I came out from the plane with my full mask, sunglasses, and face cap combo and saw a hot red Maybach parked at the terminal with what I suspected was Darren’s hand holding up a placard that said “Little Miss Linlin” from inside the car, I wasn’t surprised at all.I knew that Darren had convinced Bianca and the sweet woman was powerless to resist. Seriously, the
BIANCA'S POVI hated that I had to miss being the one to pick Linda up from the airport, but as the only people remotely close to Charlie, Darren and I had been forced to stay with her.I hadn’t even realized that Leo and Charlie had come back from their getaway. I’d endured very busy—stressful—days recently, and they barely crossed my mind.“Why would you do that, though? Hadn’t you had enough?” Darren raised an eyebrow at Charlie, who was resolutely looking away, shame evident in her body language—as she should.“Answer us, Charlie,” I demanded impatiently, angry and tired of her nonsense already. I hadn’t known this was the type of person she was, despite all the times we had hung out. What she did was extremely stupid.“It was a mistake,” she said in a small voice, ending in a gasp as Leo walked into the room. He eyed her tiredly and looked at us.“That’s all she’ll say. You guys should just let it rest,” he said, rubbing his eyes, every twitch of his muscles laced with visible an
LINDA’S POV I had heard of the excesses of Bianca’s boyfriend, but I did not expect the size and sheer might of his residence. I had no idea why I was actually at his residence. Giovanni had driven me there, silencing all my protests by enforcing the fact that Bianca and Darren wanted to meet me before I hid in Turin. I considered it extremely rude that they had told Giovanni I would hide. I just enjoyed being alone in cozy, remote places; it wasn’t hiding, it was enjoying peace. If anything, they needed to learn from me. Nothing about the Moretti Villa was peaceful or cozy. Giovanni had led me to the garden entrance. I couldn’t even marvel at the beautiful flowers because of the men. There were men in suits—a whole lot of them, taller than even me—lined up from the gate to the actual building, blocking—or at least narrowing—my view till all I could see was the door. “Why?” I asked Giovanni simply, too tired and confused to add more words for elaboration. “Some of the staf
ALESSANDRO’S POV“Looks like the future’s here,” Bianca murmured in reference to what the patriarch had said before, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. Her gaze was fixed on the Dobre patriarch, whose previously smug composure now seemed on the verge of crumbling.I tilted my head slightly and slipped a hand around her to bring her closer, unable to resist. “What a shame it’s not the one they envisioned.”Darren sauntered over with a large smile on his face, and I could relate to him. He had been wanting to release the information about Matteo for such a long time, and I was certain it felt like a balm on his wearied soul to finally enact revenge against the scum.“Showtime,” he said, just loud enough for us to hear. The crowd was awash with murmurs and people whispering loudly, clearly intending to target the Dobres and make sure they heard their speculations. Lumari was confused, Samuel was furious, and Toria was trying to play the good wife. The negative energy in the room had
ALESSANDRO’S POVI leaned against the marble pillar, my fingers drumming idly on the rim of my untouched champagne glass. The evening was a disaster. Not the catastrophic, bloody kind of disaster I was used to handling, but the sort of slow-burn chaos that made me wish I’d missed the whole spectacle in the first place.And of course, it all started with Giovanni.My younger brother’s camera crew was bustling around the room, shoving microphones and lenses into the faces of people who, mere minutes ago, had been dignified power players. Now, they were giddy fans jostling for selfies and sound bites, trying to get their good sides.Larisa was hanging on to my arm for dear life like I was going to fade away into dust if she didn’t, and irritation clawed up my throat. If Bianca had been beside me instead of this bitch, I would have been able to enjoy the look on the Dobre patriarch’s face as his revered gala became a celebrity meet-and-greet. I only had to wait a little; she was in the ro
LIMARI’S POVThe conversation had become a tangled mess of pleasantries, small talk, and carefully crafted smiles. It was all just so… predictable. I could feel the eyes on me, but not in the way I wanted. Tonight was supposed to be mine—mine to shine, mine to be the center of attention. I had worked hard for this, after all. I was the newest Dobre, the woman Samuel had chosen, the one who would help bring the family into the new age. I wasn’t just attending this gala; I was the gala.And yet, despite everything, my heart still thudded uneasily in my chest. The sensation wasn’t from Samuel, who stood tall beside me, a constant presence as calm as ever. No, the feeling came from Ricardo, Ricardo of all people, who, of course, had shown up looking effortlessly handsome, as though he hadn’t even tried. And, worse yet, he was with… her.Linda Collins.She stood beside him, the actress and writer who had quietly slipped into the crowd as though she owned it. People had already begun to rec
LUMARI’S POVI leaned in slightly toward Samuel, keeping my voice casual. “I’m going to have a word with my sister-in-law,” I murmured, referring to Larisa.I didn’t wait for his response, knowing he’d be fine with whatever I chose to do. I turned toward the four people—Ricardo, his new companion, Larisa, and Alessandro—and made my way over, every step calculated to project confidence.As I approached, Larisa’s eyes immediately locked onto me, a flicker of something unreadable passing through her gaze. She was always so composed, so perfect, the princess of the Dobre family. She had the bloodline, the power. There was no sarcasm here, no sharp words from me. No, tonight, I needed to tread carefully.“Lumari,” she greeted, her smile bright and almost affectionate. “How wonderful to see you. I’m so glad you could join us tonight.”I returned her smile, though it felt a little strained. “Of course, Larisa. How could I miss it? It’s such an important night for the family.”We exchanged pl
LUMARI’S POVThe grand ballroom of the Dobre quarterly gala shimmered with the quiet elegance that only the highest branches of society could orchestrate. Chandeliers hung like jewels in the night, their soft light spilling over the polished floors, the delicate lace of crystal illuminating every corner of the room.The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfumes, finely aged wine, and the muted hum of polite conversation between rich people.I stood at the entrance, making sure my presence was nothing short of commanding. I wasn’t just attending this time; I was the event, the brand new wife of the Dobres that would be showcased.The crowd seemed to part as I moved through it, their eyes drawn to me like moths to a flame. My emerald silk dress clung to my curves, cascading to the floor in an elegant pool behind me. The color was chosen not only for its beauty but for the power it projected. Samuel had made sure to choose it for me himself.A life with Ricardo could have never
THIRD PERSON’S POVThe tension in the room was palpable as Ricardo took his place at the helm of the dining table, his calm yet commanding presence silencing even Giovanni’s sarcastic mutterings. Linda leaned back in her chair, watching with barely contained amusement as the group settled into something resembling order.They were at his villa, only because most of the sensitive plans were in his study and would be dangerous to transport from place to place so casually.Bianca had immediately felt at home, claiming the color scheme made her calm. Ricardo suspected that all was not normal with Bianca. She was looking a bit more round than she did last week, and she was as sporadic as she was moody, but what did he know? He only had sharp eyes; he couldn’t really interpret what it meant.His voice, low and steady, cut through the room. “I have already started dismantling the Dobres’ foundation. Their partners are suffocating under the pressure I’ve applied—financial audits, legal threat
THIRD PERSON POVRicardo’s breath was ragged as he carried her from the wall to the bed. Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist, her hands threading into his hair as their lips clashed again—fiery and insistent.“Was this…” she managed to gasp, her voice a mix of amusement and desire. “The grand tour you had in mind?”Ricardo growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against her lips as he lowered her onto the bed with a control that belied the hunger in his eyes. He loomed over her, his weight pinning her, his lips moving to her neck.“Keep talking, Linda,” he rasped, his voice dark, rough, and tantalizingly close to a threat. “Let’s see how long you keep that sharp tongue of yours.”Her soft laugh turned into a breathless sigh as his hands roamed her body, his touch firm and possessive. He pulled her closer, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist—like he needed to feel every inch of her.“I’m not scared of you, Moretti,” she whispered, her hands tugging at his shirt, exp
THIRD PERSON POVBianca leaned against the kitchen counter, her fingers nervously tracing the rim of her coffee cup. The late evening light cast a warm glow across the room, but her mind was elsewhere, on the entirely self-inflicted predicament she’d thrown Linda into.“Do you think I made a mistake?” she asked, glancing over at Alessandro, who was sitting at the kitchen table, meticulously slicing a pear for Luca, who was arguing with Lazarro about how ‘rocking’ green bikes were compared to blue. A perfectly lovely day, save for the fact that she had pushed her best friend into going on a fake date, twice.He raised an eyebrow, not looking up from his task. “Depends. What mistake are we talking about today?”Bianca huffed. “You know. Pushing Linda into those dates with Ricardo. She barely agreed to it, and he’s…” She gestured vaguely as if the act of describing Ricardo required divine assistance. “He’s Ricardo. What if I shoved her into a lion’s den? What if he devours her?”Alessand
THIRD PERSON’S POVRicardo was annoyed, but he was used to dealing with situations like these. This was Claire Davenport, the woman who had reportedly sent the members of Livodi after Linda. He had asked Edward, one of his informants, to make sure that she wouldn’t be able to harm Linda or anyone associated with her anymore. How had he not realized that it meant Claire should disappear?“At least I’m not dating a gigolo!” Claire exclaimed, angry and embarrassed. She had purposely gone to seduce Kalam, the mob boss of Livodi, just so she could have the upper hand over Linda for once and end their rivalry with finality. He was ugly and rough, but she would do anything to own the kind of power Livodi had. Kalam had assured her that he would take care of Linda for her, so why was she still alive and going on a date with someone so handsome?“Gigolo? Your informants need to get another job. They’re terrible at the one they currently have,” Linda sneered, turning to face Claire fully. Befor