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
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
"Matteo? What's the meaning of this?" I asked as I stared at the divorce papers, with widened eyes."I said, I want a divorce, Bianca."I blinked back tears..."After all these years? With everything I sacrificed for you and your family! You want a divorce from me?! Could you be more heartless?" I sobbed, tears falling down my eyes. But all he did was stare at me blankly. "It's because of her right?" I suddenly asked. "Because of Toria, you're leaving me alone!" I smacked his chest with everything in me, but he just stood there, unmoving while I expressed myself in vain.Tired, I finally fell to the ground, the emotional wounds in my chest not allowing me to breathe properly."For years..." He began "...I waited for you to bear me a child. How much longer do I have to wait?!" His eyes glowered with fury and disdain as he stared at me.This wasn't the man I met five years ago, claiming to love me and wanting to protect me. No this was a heartless man that cared about nobody but himself
BIANCA'S POVThe sound of the plane engines quieted down as we landed in Rome. Luca, my son who is five years old, hardly glanced away from his dinosaur toy, unaware of the storm of feelings stirring within me.It had been five years since I last set foot in Italy, five years since I left behind a failing marriage and a lifestyle that suppressed my inner self. I had returned, no longer the timid Bianca Matteo of the past, but as Bianca Rossi, the successful CEO of a growing global fashion business.I had a smug expression on my face while I looked through the most recent Italian tabloid on my phone. On the front page, I saw the main reason why I came back - Matteo's wedding announcement. He was getting married to Toria, whom I was certain was a trophy wife."Mom, will we be visiting Dad?" Luca's question, innocent though it was, cut through my amusement.I hesitated briefly, my smile fading momentarily. "Not quite right, dear. This event is specifically for adults.Luca was happy to n
MATTEO’S POV The sound of clinking champagne glasses and polite conversation faded as I kept my eyes on the woman across the room. “Bianca.”It was impossible.Five years of silence, with everyone thinking she had disappeared, but now she was back, appearing in a stunning red outfit and exuding a new level of self-assurance.However, what really hit me hard was the presence of the boy next to her. A young child, roughly five years old, is trapped in the realm of a plastic dinosaur. Is he my child?I couldn't shake the impossible from my thoughts. I had created a life with Toria that I truly believed was everything I desired. A devoted spouse, an adorable daughter, and a contented life.However, the initial excitement I had with Bianca, the small hint of a bond I had ignored as childish foolishness, now appeared to taunt me from a distance in the room."Matteo, my love? "Are you doing okay?" Toria's worried tone brought me back to reality. The soft lighting made her diamond ring s
BIANCA'S POV Matteo's regret weighed down his words as they lingered in the air. A part of me desired to enjoy his uneasiness, to savor the tables finally changing.However, another piece of me, a part I had ignored for many years, suddenly sensed a glimmer of a different emotion.Perhaps sympathy? Was it even possible to empathize with the man who had caused me such emotional distress?"Made a mistake?" I repeated with my voice oozing with sarcasm. "Wouldn't you agree that's a slight understatement?"Despite the cold tone, he didn't back down and held his position. "I am aware. I was an... idiot. Consumed by work and the pursuit of power, I let go of the best thing that ever came my way."His words seemed without substance, meaningless pledges spoken softly. However, an unfamiliar warmth ignited in my cheeks, a response I couldn't comprehend. Perhaps it was the genuineness in his tone that caught me off guard, or maybe it was just years of bottled-up feelings spilling over at las
BIANCA'S POVHe laughed, causing a sudden reaction in my body that I couldn't understand."You see," he remarked, inhaling from his cigarette and watching the smoke rise into the air, "It appears that you are bearing a heavy burden on those lovely shoulders."I was taken aback by his unexpected compliment, causing my breath to catch in my throat.Attractive? No one had complimented my appearance for a long time, ever since Matteo started ignoring me, and his feelings for me slowly diminished with time."It's... complicated.'"He brushed the ash off his cigarette while keeping his eyes locked on mine. "Life has a tendency," he mentioned as he moved closer, our bodies almost touching. "However, complexity can also be thrilling."A sudden sensation of warmth spread through my chest, catching me off guard."This man, known for being a playboy who breaks hearts, was stirring up something inside me that had been locked away for a long time," I thought, staring at him with intense emotion in
BIANCA'S POVI sighed as I recalled how everything played out at Matteo's wedding two days ago and what had transpired between him and Alessandro.My phone rang out suddenly, interrupting my daydream. I was at my workplace, and Alessandro never ceased to amaze me with his persistent calls.I felt my heart thump faster as I picked up the call."Bianca, Bellissima," he spoke with a smooth voice, like velvet gently touching the phone."Alessandro," I said."I couldn't help but call my spirited little flame. How are you coping following our...meeting?" he asked in a playful tone.I could feel a flush of color rising on my face. "I'm okay," I fibbed, my voice faltering a bit."Really? I can't stop thinking about you."I blushed, attempting to block out the increasing warmth in my body. "Alessandro, this is not acceptable."He laughed softly, producing a deep, vibrating noise that gave me chills. "Maybe not, but it's tempting. I can't seem to shake my addiction to you."I didn't know what t
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