Edwina
A dull, relentless throbbing pounds against my skull as I groan, my eyelids fluttering open. The room is too bright, the morning light spilling through sheer curtains and casting a golden glow over the space. My body feels heavy, my limbs sluggish as I shift slightly against the ridiculously soft mattress beneath me.
I force myself upright, the crisp white sheets slipping down my body as I take in my surroundings. The bed is enormous—king-sized, adorned with silk sheets and plush pillows that look entirely untouched except for where I lay. The unfamiliarity of the room prickles at my senses, and a wave of unease washes over me.
This is not my bedroom.
The realization jolts me into full awareness. Panic settles in as I look down, my breath catching when I notice what I’m wearing—or rather, what I’m not wearing. My dress from last night is gone, replaced by an oversized white dress shirt that hangs loosely off my frame. The fabric smells outrageously expensive, laced with a deep, woody sandalwood scent that is undeniably masculine.
My heart slams against my ribs as a deep voice rumbles across the room.
“Don’t worry, tesoro. Nothing happened last night.”
I nearly jump out of my skin, my head snapping toward the voice.
Seated on the open veranda, dressed in a crisp black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, is him. He’s holding an iPad, his attention seemingly occupied, yet the sharpness in his tone tells me he’s well aware of my every move.
The morning sun filters through the open glass doors behind him, casting a halo-like glow around his impossibly broad shoulders. His black hair is styled effortlessly, and a sleek Rolex glints against his wrist as he scrolls through whatever is on his screen.
I clutch the sheets closer to my chest, my fingers curling into the soft fabric as I narrow my eyes at him.
“Who the hell are you?” I whisper-yell, my voice hoarse.
At last, his emerald eyes lift from the iPad, pinning me with an unreadable expression.
“The one who saved you from making a complete mess of yourself last night,” he replies coolly. “You were seconds away from passing out in the middle of the club. Then, of course, you decided to throw up on me.”
Heat floods my face as snippets of last night’s events crash into my mind like a freight train—the club, the music, the shots of vodka, his voice…
I groan, running a hand through my hair.
“Your fault," I grumble. "I never asked you to babysit me. And speaking of which—where the hell am I?”
“My penthouse.” He leans back slightly, regarding me with the same indifference as before. “Unless you would have preferred waking up in an alley somewhere?”
I scowl, knowing he has a point but unwilling to admit it. Instead, I shift my attention back to the throbbing in my skull, groaning as I massage my temples.
“Take the glass of water and the painkillers on the dresser. They’ll help with the hangover.”
His voice is smooth but firm, carrying the kind of authority that suggests he isn’t one to be questioned. I glance at the neatly placed glass of water and two small tablets beside it, hesitating.
“And why should I trust you?” I arch a brow.
A slow smirk tugs at his lips, dark amusement flickering in his eyes.
“You shouldn’t.” He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “But if I wanted to hurt you, tesoro, you wouldn’t have woken up at all.”
Something in his voice—calm, assured, dangerously persuasive—sends a shiver down my spine. My throat tightens, but I say nothing as I snatch the pills and wash them down.
“Who are you, anyway?” My voice is softer this time, laced with curiosity despite myself.
He studies me for a moment before speaking.
“Raffaele Marcello.” His name rolls off his tongue like silk, each syllable perfectly weighted. “Alessandro’s boss. The man you made a deal with over the phone.”
My stomach tightens.
The man on the phone. The one with the deep, sinful voice. The one who made my skin prickle and my pulse race without even seeing his face.
And now, here he is.
My lips part slightly in shock, my thoughts scrambling for something—anything—to say. He smirks at my stunned reaction, clearly entertained.
“Problem, tesoro?”
I force a tight-lipped smile. “No, not at all.”
Before I can ask anything more, a knock at the bedroom door breaks the silence.
“What?” Raffaele growls, irritation lacing his voice.
The door swings open, revealing Alessandro. He steps inside, offering Raffaele a curt nod before turning to me, his lips curling into a smirk.
“Morning, princess. You look stunning.”
I don’t hesitate. I grab the nearest pillow and launch it at his head.
He dodges effortlessly, chuckling.
“Alessandro, get the fuck out.” Raffaele’s voice is low, impatient.
The amusement in Alessandro’s expression fades as he turns back to his boss. “We need to talk.”
Without another word, Raffaele stands, fixing me with a sharp gaze. “Shower up. Your clothes from last night will be delivered. Everything you need is in the bathroom.”
And just like that, he’s gone.
I exhale, my shoulders slumping slightly as I glance around the room again. It’s luxurious but dark—masculine. The heavy navy curtains dim the space despite the daylight outside, and the grey carpet is thick beneath my toes as I move toward the bathroom door.
The moment I step inside, my breath catches.
Marble countertops, a massive glass-enclosed shower, a deep soaking tub—it’s decadent. A neatly folded black towel sits by the sink, alongside a brand-new toothbrush.
I undress, letting the oversized shirt pool at my feet before stepping into the shower. The hot water cascades down my skin, washing away the remnants of alcohol and exhaustion. I breathe in deeply, the scent of Raffaele’s shower products filling my senses. It’s addictive—spicy, woody, undeniably him.
By the time I’m done, my body hums with warmth, my hair still damp as I slip back into my clothes. A frown tugs at my lips when I realize someone must have entered the room to leave them while I was showering—without making a sound.
I dress quickly, tying my hair into a ponytail before slipping on my heels and stepping out into the penthouse. The sound of hushed conversation leads me to the kitchen, where Raffaele and Alessandro are seated, their iPads in front of them.
The moment I step into view, Raffaele’s eyes lift to mine.
“Sit and have breakfast.”
It’s not a request.
I hesitate before obeying, sliding into the seat opposite them. A plate of eggs and bacon is placed in front of me, alongside a steaming cup of coffee. My stomach growls embarrassingly, and I swear I hear Alessandro mutter, “Women and their food.”
I ignore him, focusing on my meal.
“Has the headache reduced?” Raffaele’s voice breaks through my thoughts.
I nod.
He raises a brow. “Use words, Tesoro.”
Something about the way he says it makes my heart skip a beat.
“Yes.”
He watches me for a lingering moment before returning his attention to his iPad.
“Alessandro will drive you to the office.”
Alessandro smirks. “Guess you’re stuck with me, princess.”
I mutter sarcastically, “The joy.”
I turn, feeling Raffaele’s gaze on my back as Alessandro and I step into the elevator.
Something tells me this is only the beginning.
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EdwinaA sharp chime slices through the silence of my penthouse, rousing me from sleep. I groan, burying my face into the pillow, wishing the visitor—whoever the hell they were—would vanish. The bell rings again, more insistent this time.Dragging myself out of bed, I make my way downstairs, barely awake as I swing the door open. My breath catches in my throat when I see who’s standing there—Raffaele dressed impeccably in a dark suit, his usual air of dominance unwavering.“What the fuck?” I whisper to myself as he brushes past me like he owns the place.“Good morning to you too, Tesoro,” he murmurs, voice smooth and deep.I shut the door behind him, frowning. After what happened last night, I didn’t expect to see him. Not so soon, at least.“What do you want, Raffaele?” I ask, arms crossed. He pins me with an unreadable stare before replying.“There’s something we need to discuss.”I sigh, rubbing my temples. “Couldn’t we have done this somewhere else? I look like shit.” I gesture at
~Edwina~“Tesoro.”Raffaele’s voice is sharp and controlled, breaking the silence of the penthouse kitchen where I sit, absentmindedly tracing patterns on the cool marble countertop.I exhale slowly, unwilling to meet his gaze. “What?” My tone is clipped, my annoyance barely concealed.His jaw tightens. “You can use my room for the nights you'll be staying here.”I scoff. “Thanks, but I prefer my own space.” My words drip with defiance, but he only arches a brow, clearly unfazed.“That shouldn’t be a problem. I have a lot of work to do.”I roll my eyes. “I’m sure you do.”Without another word, he turns and walks away, leaving me with my thoughts. A small part of me wants to call him back, to demand a real conversation instead of this frustrating game of evasion. But pride holds me still. Why should I be the one to bridge the distance? He was the one being impossible.I sigh, pushing myself up from the island, deciding to take a shower before bed. The path to his room is familiar, every
Raffaele"Sorry, but I enjoy my personal space," Edwina says coolly, her glare sharp enough to cut through steel. She sits on the kitchen island, arms crossed, exuding defiance.I shoot my expression, keeping my voice neutral as I respond, "That shouldn't be a problem. I have a lot of work to do.""I'm sure you do," she mutters under her breath, her voice laced with sarcasm.I exhale sharply, turning away. Engaging in this conversation any further will only lead to another battle of wills—one I don’t have the patience for this morning. As I walk to my office, frustration coils tightly within me. Edwina has always been difficult, but the past twenty-four hours have taken it to a new level.Settling behind my desk, I loosen my tie slightly and rub a hand over my jaw, the tension from last night still lingering. My phone vibrates, pulling me from my thoughts."Hello, Raffaele," comes Jasmine’s smooth voice."Hello, Jas," I respond evenly, already anticipating the reason for her call."Jus
EdwinaThe day finally comes to a close, and exhaustion settles deep in my bones. My muscles ache from a long day at work, and all I want is to sink into bed and forget about the world. When Elliot picks me up, I lean back in my seat, rubbing my temples as I give him directions to Raffaele’s penthouse. I stare out the window, letting the city lights blur past, my mind too tired to focus on anything specific.But then, a flicker of movement in the rearview mirror catches my attention. I frown, straightening slightly. Two black-tinted SUVs are following us at a careful distance. A cold shiver runs down my spine.“Elliot,” I murmur, my voice laced with suspicion. “Have you noticed those two SUVs behind us?”“Yeah, I have,” he replies, keeping his eyes on the road. “They were parked outside the company building when I arrived to pick you up. Didn’t think much of it at first, but they’ve been trailing us ever since.”My jaw clenches as realization dawns. “That bastard,” I mutter under my br
RaffaeleAfter bidding Edwina goodnight, I retreat to my office, intent on getting back to work, but my mind keeps drifting to her request. She had asked me to rest for the night. It was such a simple thing—something most people did without a second thought—but for me, sleep had always been a luxury, one I rarely indulged in. I sigh in frustration, running a hand through my hair. The weight of my responsibilities is relentless, and no matter how much I may want to shut my eyes for a few hours, I know it isn’t an option. There’s too much to do, too much to protect.Just as I settle at my desk, my phone buzzes, Alessandro’s name flashing across the screen.“There’s something you need to see at the compound,” he says, his voice grave. That tone tells me everything I need to know—this isn’t a minor issue. I grab my car keys without hesitation and leave the penthouse, ensuring Edwina remains under the strict watch of her new security detail. She might hate it, but after what I learned about
💔📖 Author’s Note 📖💔And just like that… We’ve REACHED THE END 😭🔥 I can’t believe it’s over! This book has been a wild rollercoaster 🎢—love, heartbreak, betrayal, revenge, and so many twists and turns! I have poured my heart and soul into every chapter, and seeing you all laugh, cry, scream, and fall in love with these characters has been magical ✨💖.But let’s get one thing straight... Raffaele’s story is FAR from over. 😏💀 If you thought this book was intense, trust me, the next one is going to be even darker, deadlier, and more dangerous. Revenge is coming, and Raffaele Marcello? He is NOT the kind of man to let his enemies get away with stealing everything from him. Prepare yourselves. 🥀🔥💎 Before we talk about the next book, I just want to say… THANK YOU. 💎To every one of you who picked up this book, read just one chapter (and then couldn’t stop 😉), stayed up way too late 📖⏳, fell in love 💘, cried your eyes out 😭, threw your phone across the room 📱💥, and left me
RaffaeleSomething is bothering my Tesoro. I know her well enough to understand that she’s too stubborn to talk about it until she’s ready, but I can’t shake the feeling that she’s hiding something. Ever since we landed in Italy, she’s been acting strangely, and the thought that she doesn’t want me to find out why gnaws at me.I’ve been trained to read emotions, to see through deception. And Edwina—my Edwina—has been lying to me for weeks. She may think she’s hiding it well, but I see right through her. I’ve tried to stay calm, to act as though it doesn’t bother me, but deep inside, I’m furious. I love her, but lying is where I draw the line.Closing the door to our bedroom, I make my way to my office, determined to drown myself in work. I call for Gio, needing to clear my mind and, more importantly, to get some answers.A sharp knock sounds at the door, interrupting my focus as I sift through an overwhelming number of emails. Running a frustrated hand through my hair, I grunt, “Come i
EdwinaTonight is the night. I will have my driver on standby, waiting to take you 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.The moment my eyes scan the message on my screen, my blood runs cold. Tonight is the night I will leave Raffaele—to protect him, to protect his men.I inhale sharply, trying to regulate my breathing, willing my pounding heart to steady itself. I can't afford to panic, not now, not with Raffaele just a few steps away in the shower, oblivious to the storm brewing right outside our door."Hey, are you okay?" Raffaele’s deep voice pulls me out of my frantic thoughts, and I lift my gaze to see him standing before me, already dressed, his fingers skillfully buttoning his dress shirt.I force a smile, locking my phone and tossing it onto the bed, as though discarding my fear along with it. "Yeah," I lie, my voice tig
EdwinaI remain frozen on the spot, my eyes locking onto Raffaele’s darkened gaze as he winces, clutching his shirt, which is rapidly soaking with blood.“Cosa è successo?” Eleanora’s voice slices through the tension, her face contorting into a deep frown as she hurries towards her son. Raffaele leans heavily against the counter, Giovanni to his left, Rodriguez to his right, all three men radiating unease. ( What happened?)“I’m fine, madre,” Raffaele grunts, though his voice is tight with pain. Eleanora places a gentle kiss on his forehead, but his sharp green eyes never leave mine. ( Mother)“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 refuses to let anyone else near him,” Alessandro’s voice sounds beside me, pulling my gaze away from Raffaele.I nod, unable to speak, my throat tightening with an emotion I can’t quite place. Slowly, hesitantly, I step forward, my movements cautious as I take Raffaele’
EdwinaImmediately 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 hesitation. My laughter is short-lived when I realize Vincenzo is standing right across from me, arms crossed, an amused smirk playing on his lips."Should I be worried that you are laughing by yourself?" he asks, his tone laced with curiosity and amusement."Maybe," I reply, a smirk tugging at my lips.Vincenzo chuckles, shaking his head as he steps around me, heading towards wherever he is going."Where are you going?" I ask, curiosity getting the best of me."Just headed out to sort some business," he says, his voice casual, but his pace quickens as if he doesn’t want to linger on the topic. Before I can press further, he disappears down the hall.Sighing, I turn on my heel and go to Raffaele’s room. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I stare at the sleek box in my hands, but m
RaffaeleThe moment the question leaves my lips, I see the way Edwina’s body stiffens, her eyes flashing with a flicker of panic before she quickly mouths her expression. I try not to read too much into it, reminding myself that I’ve already made her feel like I don’t trust her—when in reality, the opposite is true. I trust her with my life. The last thing I want is to create more distance between us, to push her away even further.“Come here,” I tell her softly, my gaze locked onto hers. She hesitates for a moment before taking a step forward, but it’s not close enough. “Closer, Tesoro,” I murmur, my voice dipping an octave lower, filled with quiet demand.She obeys, stepping into my space, and I waste no time pulling her into my lap, her legs straddling me. The moment her sweet lilac scent fills my senses, I feel a tension within me loosen. Burying my face into the curve of her neck, I tighten my hold on her, the steady rhythm of her heartbeat soothing the fire within me.“You smell
EdwinaWe sit in silence, the air between us thick with unspoken words and simmering tension. My body tightens with frustration at Raffaele’s insinuation—however subtle—that I might not be telling him the truth."Why do I feel like you think I’m lying to you?" I ask, my voice sharp, and defensive. I can’t stop myself. His doubt wounds me in ways I can't explain.His brows furrow, his confusion evident. "I don’t, Tesoro. Where is this even coming from?"I let out a bitter laugh, taking a step away from him, needing distance. "Yes, you do. Ever since I went to the mall with your sisters, you’ve been acting like I’m hiding something from you!" My voice rises, my restraint finally snapping.Raffaele clenches his fists at his sides, his expression darkening. "Are you hiding something from me, Tesoro?" His voice is eerily calm, but there’s something lethal in the way he says it, venom curling around each word.The question cuts deep. It confirms my worst fear—that he truly does not trust me.
EdwinaI stand in front of our bedroom mirror, admiring the way the red gown hugs my body, accentuating my hourglass figure. My hair is straightened, a new look for me since it’s usually curly and bouncing off my shoulders. My fingers toy with the delicate necklace resting on my collarbone just as the bedroom door opens, revealing a dressed-up Raffaele.Our eyes connect through the mirror as he strides toward me, his gaze dark and intense. His strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me back against his firm chest. I take in his appearance—jet-black suit tailored to perfection, crisp white shirt, no tie. He looks devastatingly handsome, and my heart flutters at the sight.“You look beautiful, Tesoro,” he murmurs, his voice laced with admiration.I blush under his heated gaze. “Thank you.”With a swift motion, he turns me in his arms, causing me to squeal in surprise. The scent of his cologne—woodsy and intoxicating—fills my senses, making my knees weak. I notice how he’s shaved his us
EdwinaThe morning air is cool against my skin as I stir awake, instinctively reaching out to the other side of the bed. My fingers meet nothing but cold sheets. Raffaele is gone. Not just recently, but long enough for the warmth of his body to have completely faded. A sigh escapes me as I stare up at the ceiling, my mind already tangled in the weight of the day ahead.How am I supposed to pull this off—leaving with Mariano’s men without anyone in this house realizing?I sit up slowly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and notice one of Raffaele’s shirts crumpled at the edge of the bed. Without thinking, I grab it and slip it over my head, inhaling the lingering scent of him. It grounds me, even as guilt churns deep in my stomach. I shouldn’t be indulging in this, in him. Not when I know what’s coming.The shrill ring of my phone jolts me from my thoughts. I roll over, snatching it off the nightstand, and barely have time to brace myself before Krys’s voice explodes through the speaker.