Whew! That chapter was spicy 🌶🔥! Raffaele is out here making reckless driving look romantic, and Edwina? Queen of drama 😌👑. But let’s be honest—would we want it any other way? (No. The answer is no.) Now, don’t leave me hanging! Drop a 💎 (gem) if you loved the chapter, hit that ❤️ (like) if Raffaele’s possessiveness has you feeling things, and 📝 (comment) if you need to scream about that car scene! 😂 Let’s talk!
EdwinaThe moonlight spills through the lattice of leaves, casting shifting shadows across the tarmac as Raffaele’s car glides toward an intricate wrought-iron gate. The metal structure is massive, and imposing—like something out of a gothic dream—and yet, it parts smoothly, sensing our arrival, and welcoming us into the unknown. My pulse quickens as Raffaele drives through, the engine purring softly in the quiet of the night.And then, it comes into view.A fortress of a castle, dark and looming, emerges from the night, its towering walls standing firm against time itself. My mouth falls open in awe, my breath hitching as I take in the raw, breathtaking power of the structure before me. Built of stones in varying sizes and shapes, each piece unique, the fortress appears black from a distance. But as we move closer, the subtle interplay of colours—a mosaic of darkened greys and humble browns—reveals itself amid the sea of deep green that surrounds it.The atmosphere is thick with an ee
EdwinaThe sound of the shower door sliding open stirs me from my haze, my eyes fluttering open on instinct. And there he stands—Raffaele. Completely bare, his presence commanding, his gaze searing into my skin as hot water cascades down my body. I make no effort to shield myself; there’s no use in pretending modesty before him.His eyes roam over me, intense and unrelenting, as if memorizing every curve and drop of water gliding down my skin. I pointedly avoid letting my gaze drift below his waist, though my breath hitches at the sight of his sculpted torso. Tattoos snake along his skin, accentuating the hard planes of his abs, and the deep-cut V of his pelvis—a body carved from sin.This man is sex on two legs. And I hate that my body responds to him so easily.I rip my gaze away, remembering where he’s coming from, remembering that just moments ago, he was with Jasmine. My throat tightens as I murmur, “Aren’t you supposed to be discussing something with Jasmine?”Raffaele’s expressi
EdwinaI slowly stir awake, instinctively reaching for the other side of the bed, only to find cold, creased sheets. My chest tightens at Raffaele's absence, and disappointment settles deep in my bones. Last night replays in my mind—the way his hands claimed me and his lips murmured my name like a prayer. And now, he's gone.Maybe he regrets it. Maybe I was just a pawn in his game, a momentary indulgence before he tossed me aside. The thought makes my throat burn, my eyes brimming with tears, but I quickly wipe them away the moment the bedroom door creaks open."Morning, Tesoro," Raffaele's deep, velvety voice washes over me, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. The bed dips as he settles beside me, but I keep my gaze fixed on the ceiling, unwilling to face him, too ashamed of how easily I had surrendered to him.A hand cups my chin, forcing me to look at him. His dark eyes soften the moment he sees the unshed tears clinging to my lashes. His brows knit together in concern, his
RaffaeleOnce Edwina leaves for work with one of my trusted men, I head into my office to find Matteo waiting for me, a lit cigar pressed between his lips. Smoke curls lazily into the air as he leans back in his chair, an amused smirk playing on his face."You know, boss, your woman is quite beautiful up close," Matteo comments, his eyes gleaming with mischief.I growl lowly, my hands clenching into fists at the mere thought of another man acknowledging Edwina’s beauty. "Don’t even go there."Matteo chuckles, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Relax, man. You know very well Jasmine is more than enough for me."I narrow my eyes at him, catching the faint smile tugging at his lips. "Asshole," I mutter as I pull up at my desk, rolling up the sleeves of my dress shirt.Matteo exhales another puff of smoke before asking, "Any news on Mariano and his men? What they’re planning?"I shake my head, jaw tightening at the reminder of my last frustrating meeting with him. "Nothing. The bastard’
EdwinaThe pulsating rhythm of the music courses through my veins, blending seamlessly with the alcohol burning in my system. Krys’s hand grips mine as we weave through the sweaty, pulsating bodies, our destination clear—the bar. A couple of gin shots later, the world blurs into streaks of neon and strobe lights, my inhibitions unravelling like a loose thread.Krys and I move with the music, our bodies in perfect sync, our arms raised high, surrendering to the beat. The energy in the club is electric, a chaotic blend of heat, laughter, and raw exhilaration. My mind buzzes, a high like no other, the joy in my chest blooming like fireworks. I close my eyes, letting the rhythm consume me, my body becoming one with the music, with the strangers around me, with the night itself.Krys whoops beside me, her voice lost in the cacophony of bass and synths, and I can’t help but laugh, my head tilting back as the room spins in a delightful blur. I am drunk—unapologetically, blissfully drunk. The
EdwinaI wake up to darkness pressing in around me, my body aching in places I don’t want to acknowledge. My head is heavy, my mind sluggish, as if wading through thick fog. The sheets beneath me are soft, holding the lingering scent of Raffaele—warm spice, smoke, and something distinctly him. I breathe it in, seeking comfort, but it only makes the ache in my chest deepen.Because he isn’t here.I blink against the faint light seeping through the heavy curtains, my throat raw, my limbs weak as I shift. My stomach churns violently. The nausea comes fast, relentless, and I barely manage to throw off the blankets before stumbling toward the bathroom. My knees hit the cold tile just as I reach the toilet, and then I’m retching, my body betraying me, emptying what little remains inside me.Tears prick my eyes, hot and unbidden. I clutch the porcelain, my breaths ragged, the taste of bile burning my throat.The door bursts open."Edwina!"Krys’ voice is thick with panic, and then she’s at my
Edwina"What?" I whisper in shock, my heart stopping as I remain frozen in place. Goosebumps prickle my skin, my breath turning shallow as I struggle to comprehend what I am hearing."Tesoro," Raffaele's voice comes softly, but all of a sudden, his touch feels cold. I instinctively try to create some distance between us, but his grip remains firm."Tell me you are joking," I whisper, my hands trembling in fear of the reality that my supposedly dead sister is alive. The room remains thick with silence, tense and suffocating. All eyes settle on me, heavy with pity, confirming what I already dread to be true."How long?" I ask, my hands balling into fists. A new wave of anger rises within me, burning hot and all-consuming. Raffaele senses it, his fingers rubbing slow, comforting circles against my thigh. But my body acts on its own, jerking away from his touch as I slide off his lap.A flash of something crosses his eyes—anger, sadness—but I ignore it as Matteo speaks up. "It has been a w
EdwinaThe sound of our soft breaths fills the dimly lit room as Raffaele and I slowly descend from the intoxicating high, wrapped in each other's arms. No words pass between us; there’s no need. His fingers trace slow, lazy circles on my bare back, the motion both soothing and possessive. My mind, however, refuses to settle. Thoughts swirl relentlessly, spiralling at an alarming rate. If my sister is alive—if Genevieve truly faked her death—then what was it all for? Why would she do that to us? To me? The betrayal stings sharper than any blade.Raffaele, ever attuned to my moods, places a lingering kiss on my temple. "Talk to me, Tesoro. I can feel the weight of your thoughts pressing down on you."I exhale slowly, knowing that hiding from him is futile. "All this time..." My voice is a whisper, fragile yet laced with resentment. "All this time, we mourned her. We grieved her. And she was alive? Living somewhere, watching us suffer? How could she do this?"Raffaele shifts, his grip fi
Hello dear readers🤭🤭🤭, So the first book in the Elegant series is done🤗🤗, I am quite sad to be ending it on such a note but quite excited for what more is to come☺☺. Hit me with your thoughts and theories🙃. What did everyone think of Alessandro? The capos? Alexxis? Jasmine? Geneva? Edwina? Raffaele? I appreciate all who have read and supported my story from the start🥺🥺 and I am looking forward to seeing you all in the second book where Raffaele and Edwina's story continues🤭☺. A big thank you to all and I really cannot wait to see you all once again. Looking forward to seeing you all on the other side💜💜💜.
Raffaele Something seems to be disturbing my Tesoro and knowing her I know that she is too stubborn to tell me unless she is ready to talk about it. I cannot help but shake off the feeling that she is hiding something from me and does not want me to find out probably the reason why she has been acting all strange ever since we landed in Italy. One thing about me is that I have been trained to read emotions and feelings and I can tell when someone is lying to me about something she has been doing to me for the past few weeks but I have done my best not to seem bothered while deep inside I feel quite livid. I love Edwina but lying is where I draw the line when it comes to having a relationship with someone and as much as I want to act oblivious to her actions I can't help that feeling in my gut that is telling me that she is indeed hiding something from me. I close the door to our room and make my way down to my office to go through some work calling Gio to join me for a little chat.
Edwina Tonight is the night. I will have my driver on standby waiting to take to to the airport and make sure to keep Raffaele away from this or someone will die tonight Bellissima. Make sure to do as you are told to avoid someone's blood being on your hands. xx yours truly. Immediately after I read the message on my screen my blood runs cold knowing that tonight is the night I will be leaving Raffaele to protect him and his men. I try my best to regulate my breathing not wanting to have a full-blown full-blowback with Raffaele just a few steps away from me in the shower with no clue in the world to what is going on. "Hey, are you okay?" comes Raffaele's voice drawing my attention far away from my phone screen to see him standing and already dressed as he buttons up his dress shirt. "Yeah, "I force out shutting off my phone screen and tossing my phone away to avoid any suspicions. One thing I have learned from this lifestyle is the art of hiding my emotions to avoid any suspicio
EdwinaI remain frozen on the spot my eyes meeting Raffaele's darkened gaze as he winces in the process clutching onto his shirt which seeps blood."Cosa è successo?"yells Eleanora her face morphing into a giant frown as she makes her way son who leans against the counter with Giovanni to his left and Rodriguez to his right."I'm fine madre,"grunts out Raffaele clearly in pain as Eleanora genlty kisses his forehead his green orbs never leaving mine."Thank God you are here the man is as stubborn as they come princessa and only you will be able to help him clean up since he does not want anyone next to him,"comes Alessandro's voice from beside me making my gaze shift from Raffaele to him.I nod my head in response no words being able to leave my mouth as I slowly walk up to Raffaele who stares at me a slight frown on his face. I notice the way Gio nods his head in reassurance as I gently take Raffaele's hand in mine."How about I get you cleaned up,"I tell him softly all eyes on our li
Edwina Immediately I head out of Raffaele's office I make my way across the house holding my new phone box in my hand. I shake my head in amusement chuckling at how Raffaele loves to spend money on me without a doubt not realizing that Vincenzo is standing right across from me. "Should I be worried that you are laughing by yourself?" he asks amusement shining in his eyes. "Maybe, "I tell him a smirk making its way onto my lips. Vincenzo just smiles at me in amusement making his way around me to head wherever he is going. "Where are you going?"I ask him curious to know where he is headed. "Just headed out to sort out some business," he says not giving me room to respond as he walks further away. I make my way to Raffaele's room where I sit on the bed thinking about what Raffaele's phone call could be about since he was quick to mention that it was nothing when I asked him. "Damn I need to find something to do today, "I murmur to myself sighing in the process when my thoughts ar
Raffaele Immediately the question leaves my mouth, I observe and notice the way Edwina's body freezes her eyes flashing with slight panic before she quickly composes herself. I try not to read deep into it considering how of late I have made her think I do not trust her while in a real sense it is quite, in fact, the opposite. I trust her with my life and the last thing I would want is to draw us further apart and push her away. "Come here, "I tell her softly my piercing gaze matching hers and she hesitantly walks towards me standing a couple of steps away from me. "Closer Tesoro, "I say my voice going an octave deeper not liking the small distance between us. She does as I say stepping closer to me and I am quick to pull her into my lap her legs straddling me. Her sweet lilac scent fills my senses and I almost go crazy burying my face into her neck and pulling her closer to my body her scent slowly calms my racing nerves. "You smell divine Tesoro, "I growl out gently peppering
Edwina We sit in silence tension filling the air after Raffaele speaks my body filling with slight rage at his ability to suspect that I am being untruthful to him. "Why do I feel like you are suspecting me to be a liar?"I ask rather defensively suddenly not wanting to be in his presence. "I am not Tesoro where is this even coming from?" asks Raffaele his eyebrows furrowing in total confusion at my question. "Yes, you are. It's like ever since I went out with your sisters to the mall you suspect I am hiding something from you?!"I yell my last thread of restraint snapping in half as I take a step away from him causing him to clench his fists at his side. "Are you hiding something from me Tesoro?" he asks his voice laced with venom that I barely recognize the man standing in front of me. I cannot stop the hurt that passes through me at his question which confirms my thoughts that the man indeed has his doubts that I am hiding something from him. "No I am not hiding something from
Edwina I stand infront of our bedroom mirror admiring the way the red gown hugs my body showing off my hour glass figure my hair straightened which is kind of new since it is always curly and bouncing off my shouders. My fingers come up to toy with the necklace that sits on my neck as the door to our bedroom opens revealing a dressed up Raffaele. Our eyes connect through the mirror as he makes his way up to me his arms going around my waist pulling me back into his chest as I admire how handsome he looks in his black suit. "You look beautiful Tesoro,"he says admiration in his eyes causing my heart to flutter at his compliment. "Thank you,"I blush out suddenly feeling a bit hot and bothered under his intense gaze. Raffaele is quick to turn me around in his arms causing me to squeal in surprise as he pulls me closer to him his strong cologne invading my senses. I notice the way he has shaved his beard giving him a dangerous sexy look and I cannot help but feel proud to call him my m
Edwina The next morning I wake up and Raffaele is nowhere to be seen in bed his side of the bed is quite cold a sign that he was probably up quite early. I sighed taking a few minutes to myself thinking how I am going to be able to pull off leaving with Mariano's men without anyone in this house knowing. I notice one of Raffaele's shirts on the other end of the bed as I pick it up and wear it. I am startled by the sound of my phone ringing as I roll over to pick it up the sound of Krys angry voice being heard. "Tell me why the fuck you went to Italy without telling me goodbye," yells a not-so-pleased Krys through the phone. "Well hello to you too, "I grumble out not enjoying the sound of her loud voice in the morning, or at least I think I don't. "Edwina, "scowls Krys and I can tell that her patience is slowly running out. "Someone broke into the manor, "I sigh out rubbing my temples. "Oh my god! Are you okay?" asks Krys frantically her voice laced in worry. "Well other than t