GIOVANNI’S POV"Giovanni, I absolutely need your help!""What is it? What's up?" I asked, my tone filled with worry. Did someone from the Crimson Hand come back for revenge? Was my brother alright? Countless scenarios ran wild in my head, and I stood rooted to the spot, bracing for his words to be my order for operation."I want to take Charlie around the world for a bit. What are the most romantic spots you know?" he asked. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. If he had been in front of me, I would have strangled him for using such a serious tone over something so trivial."Hello? Giovanni, are you there?" he asked again. I was this close to hanging up and blocking his number."You made me worry for no reason, you absolute dumbass!" I whisper-yelled.Fortunately for him, he seemed chagrined, so I could at least consider forgiving him in this lifetime.“I’m sorry. So, any idea for the most romantic spots?” he asked again, like a stubborn monkey. I supposed he wasn’t aware of just
GIOVANNI’S POVI trailed the man with measured steps, keeping a healthy distance while still ensuring I wouldn’t lose him. He moved with a certain odd confidence, radiating an aura that should be reserved for the owner of the building herself.He stopped at a sleek black door that led to one of the private offices. The building was huge and full of mysteries, and who was I to resist investigating things that weren’t my business? I watched from a shadowed corner as he swiped his card to unlock it. His card was surprisingly also gold-plated.This meant he was on the same level as Darren, as no other person I had seen so far had a gold-plated card. The woman from earlier had probably automatically assumed I was Darren when she saw my gold plate because I was a bit too short to be mistaken for the man’s height. How important. It was interesting that there was someone as valuable to Bianca as Darren was, yet I hadn’t seen or heard about him since I’d been sitting through their random serio
GIOVANNI’S POVLike an active metronome, my head swiveled frantically between the direction he was walking from and the phones on the desk, willing him to slow down. Just as his footsteps began to come too close for comfort, the decryption was done. I slinked into the shadows again with my phone, a celebration party going on in full swing in my mind. I couldn’t wait to examine what I had found.The man sat in his seat and turned on his desktop. I decided to wait a little longer; he could still do something potentially more incriminating. Staying turned out to be a mistake that would scar me for quite some time.His phone rang again, and he picked it up, his other hand moving a mouse quickly, clicking like he wanted to power up a nuclear reactor. It was a feminine voice again, and it was similar enough to the previous voice that it was safe to assume it was Toria once more.I leaned in closer, trying to see him better. Unfortunately for me, he turned off the weak little light—one that
GIOVANNI’S POVI let out a long, exhausted sigh. I needed a three-hour soak in the bathtub after what I had just witnessed. Sure, the information I gained was valuable, but in light of the consequences, it almost wasn’t worth searing it into my brain forever.I quickly checked the recording on his phone. Yep, it caught everything; The gross noises, Toria’s weird power trip, and the allusion to ruining Bianca. I wondered why they hadn’t suspected him all this time. He worked in a shady, dark environment with barely any open windows, and no one seemed to think about mentioning him. He was utterly suspicious, and I needed to educate Bianca on environmental safety if he didn’t even cross her mind as the mole.The decrypted call would be listened to by all of us at once. I wanted the element of shock, too. In fact, I deserved it after all I went through.The elevator dinged, and I stepped out, feeling a slight fear and trepidation. What if my brother found out I technically disobeyed Bianc
GIOVANNI’S POV“He was our first official hired designer, and he’s been with us from the start,” Darren said, crossing his legs and leaning back in his seat regally.I rested my chin on my hand, contemplating. It was no wonder they hadn’t suspected him; it was almost inconceivable to think that someone they had worked with for so long was the one betraying them.“But why is his office super far away?” I asked, leaning forward involuntarily, unable to resist the opportunity to stare at Darren from a closer position. He seemed to notice and cruelly shifted further into his desk, obstructing my view with a vindictive look on his face. The audacity of the scoundrel.“Because he requested it. He doesn’t like publicity. But how and why was he moaning and talking dirty in your general vicinity?” He diverted, raising the most judgmental eyebrow I had ever seen. Even my brothers couldn't rival this. The look on his face told me that I would be forsaking the “benefits” part of our arrangement i
GIOVANNI’S POVAfter listening to the call in its entirety, we decided to decrypt everything else. Ethan had a wife at home, a wife who loved him; her tone and the things she said made it clear she cared about him. He had dismissed her; clearly, his infatuation lay somewhere else—with Toria.That realization only made Bianca angrier with him, and I could understand why. She was a victim of a cheating husband too, but I thought her situation was much better. At least Toria wasn’t married to another man then.I enjoyed debating how to handle the situation with Bianca and Darren. They were intellectuals, everyone knew it, but the way they decided to begin the conversation further proved their intellectual acumen.“Bring him up; let him stay in your office,” I said, leaning back in my chair. They had dropped important points, and I tallied them all together to make a plan. Bianca snarled in disgust.“And why would I do that? I’m better off not seeing him. If I do, I could strangle him,” s
GIOVANNI’S POVI woke up, not because I wanted to, but because I sensed a presence in my room. Before opening my eyes, I narrowed down who it could be. It couldn’t be someone malicious, as the security in the villa was tighter than that of the American White House.Darren had thrown himself into work since the week before, and I only saw him whenever I took it upon myself to deliver him coffee. Ever since we had discovered Ethan was the mole, he and Bianca had doubled down on their work to produce both the real and the fake designs for the lines they’d be releasing very soon, so it couldn’t be him. Besides, there was no time Darren had ever actually stayed the night in my bed.It couldn’t be Alessandro; I knew my brother’s presence and aura like the back of my hand. In fact, I knew both of my brothers’ auras really well, which narrowed the suspect down perfectly in my head.I pretended to stay asleep, letting the person creep closer. The moment he was within reaching distance, I pounc
ALESSANDRO’S POVSilence descended when Lazarro and Giovanni noisily left. I was alone with my big brother now. We had always had a peculiar relationship. He was the man I respected the most in the whole world, yet I still held some sort of resentment for him. Ricardo had always seemed like someone from another world, as though the problems plaguing our hearts were nothing more than pointless drivel to him. He kept to himself when we were children, sometimes making me doubt he was even my brother.I had been a lonely child; our parents had deemed me mature enough to take care of myself at a terribly young age, and Ricardo had paid the family no attention at all, preferring to go through life as though he fell from heaven all alone. If Giovanni had not forced his way into my heart, I might have grown up to be an emotionless shell of a man.We had all grown up in this villa, although Ricardo’s presence was hardly felt. In my old room, under the new layer of paint, there were childish s
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