Edwina
The soft hum of conversation, the clinking of wine glasses, and the scent of rich Italian Cuisine fill the air, but all of it fades into the background the moment the glass shatters. The sharp sound echoes through the elegant restaurant, drawing the attention of nearby patrons. I flinch, my body instinctively stiffening at the unexpected commotion.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," a feminine voice exclaims, thick with remorse.
I look up, prepared to glare at whoever had just spilt wine all over my dress, but the words die in my throat. The woman standing before me is breathtaking. She has the kind of beauty that makes people stop and stare—flawless sun-kissed skin, high cheekbones, and large almond-shaped hazel eyes that hold an almost hypnotic warmth. Her black dress clings to her hourglass figure, effortlessly elegant yet daring. Honey-coloured streaks weave through her rich brunette waves, cascading past her shoulders in perfect symmetry.
For a fleeting moment, I feel something I haven't in years—an unbidden pang of jealousy.
"Jas?" Raffaele’s voice cuts through my thoughts. His tone holds a mixture of surprise and something else—something far too familiar for my liking.
My lips press into a thin line as I instinctively take a step back, forcing my gaze away from the stranger. Instead, I focus on the mess—the shattered remnants of my wine glass strewn across the polished wooden floor, the dark liquid seeping into the fabric of my dress.
"Tesoro, are you okay?" Raffaele’s voice is softer now, edged with concern, but it only fuels my irritation.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about it," I reply, my voice smooth but distant. I push back my chair and rise gracefully to my feet, careful to avoid the glass shards at my feet.
"Raffaele, is it really you?" The woman, Jas—Jasmine, apparently—tilts her head slightly, her expression lighting up with recognition.
I watch as Raffaele slowly pushes his own chair back, standing to his full imposing height. A smile, small but genuine, crosses his usually impassive face as he steps forward and pulls Jasmine into a brief but warm embrace.
Something in me twists at the sight. Raffaele Marcello, the man who rarely showed emotion, who lived and breathed intimidation, is smiling as an old friend reunited with a long-lost treasure.
Frowning, I cross my arms, my nails digging into my skin. What the hell is going on?
"Jasmine, I'd like you to meet Edwina," Raffaele finally said, turning slightly to gesture toward her. His tone held an odd sense of pride as if presenting something valuable.
Jasmine’s hazel eyes meet mine, and for a brief moment, I think I see something flicker behind them—curiosity? Amusement? Pity? Whatever it is, it is gone in an instant, replaced with a practised warmth.
"Hello, Edwina." Jasmine extends a perfectly manicured hand, her smile genuine. "A pleasure to meet you, although I wish it wasn’t under such circumstances."
I stare at her hand for a second longer than necessary. I have half a mind to ignore it, to walk away and leave this absurdly beautiful woman hanging, but I wasn’t a complete savage.
Barely suppressing an eye-roll, I clasp Jasmine’s hand in mine, shaking it briefly. "Likewise."
"I really am sorry," Jasmine adds, her sincerity evident.
forced a tight-lipped smile. "I’m sure it’s nothing that can’t be sorted out."
Raffaele’s jaw twitched, and before he could say anything, I take a step back. The air between them feels suffocating, thick with unspoken words. Without another glance, she turns on her heel and walks away.
"Edwina." Raffaele’s voice is low, warning.
I ignore him, my heels clicking against the marble floor as I stride toward the exit, anger boiling just beneath the surface. The last thing I want to stand there and play second fiddle to whatever history he has with Jasmine.
A second later, I heard footsteps. Fast, determined.
By the time I reach the parking lot, Raffaele is right behind me.
"Tesoro." His voice is sharp now, a growl of frustration.
I reach for the car door, but before I can pull it open, his hand slams against the metal, effectively trapping me between the car and his body.
"Remove your hand, Raffaele," I say, my voice icy.
He leans in, his breath warm against my ear. "Or what, Edwina?"
M body reacts before I can think. My palm strucks his cheek with a sharp, resounding slap, the sound ringing out in the quiet night.
Raffaele’s face barely moves, but his jaw clenches, his emerald eyes darkening with something dangerous.
The world stands still for a heartbeat.
Then, before I can react, his fingers wrap around my wrist. Not tight enough to hurt, but enough to send a shiver of warning down my spine.
"Never raise your hand at me again, Tesoro," he murmurs, his voice dangerously low. "Because next time, I won’t take it lightly."
I swallow, my heart hammering in my chest. There is no mistaking the sincerity in his words.
After a beat, he releases my wrist, stepping back.
I rub the spot where his fingers had been, a bruise already forming. Without another word, I slip into the car. The ride back to my penthouse is silent, tension hanging thick between them.
When he pulls up to her building, I turn to him, hesitating. "I'm sorry."
Raffaele doesn't look at me. His hands grip the steering wheel, his knuckles white.
Something in my chest aches at the sight, but I have no idea how to fix it.
With a sigh, I step out, walking away without looking back.
The moment I enter my penthouse, I kick off my heels, and pour myself a glass of red wine. I needed something strong to drown out the mess of emotions swirling inside me.
As I take a sip, my phone rings. I glance at the screen.
Clara Gemstone.
I smile despite myself, answering immediately. "Hello?"
"Hermosa," comes my grandmother's familiar voice, warm and teasing.
Edwina chuckles, swirling her wine. "I'm here, Abuela."
"Mind telling me why my grandchild is too busy for me these days?" Clara’s tone is light, but I know she isn’t joking.
"It’s not that, Abuela. Work has been overwhelming," I sigh.
"Mmmhmm. You sure it has nothing to do with a man?" Clara presses, amusement thick in her voice.
"Abuela!" I shriek, nearly choking on my wine.
Clara chuckles. "Don’t blame me, Hermosa. It’s been too long since you had someone in your life. Who knows, maybe things have changed, and I’m just the last to know."
I sigh, rubbing my temple. "Nothing has changed."
"Such a sad life, child," Clara teases. "Anyway, how’s work?"
For the next few minutes, I fill my grandmother in on the company’s latest projects, the upcoming partnership, and everything in between.
"I’m proud of you, Edwina," Clara says when she finishes. "Keep it up, Hermosa."
I smile genuinely. "Gracias, Abuela."
"De nada, now go to bed. I need my beauty sleep."
Laughing, I bid her goodnight before hanging up.
I finish the last of my wine and slip into bed. But no matter how much I tried, sleep wouldn’t come.
All I can think about is Raffaele. His cold silence. The way his emerald eyes had burned into mine. And, most of all, the way Jasmine’s presence had unsettled me more than it should have.
With a frustrated sigh, I close my eyes, but instead of sleep, all I see are those haunting green eyes pulling me deeper into the unknown.
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Raffaele"I'm sorry," Edwina says, her voice tight with emotion as she stares at me, eyes filled with something close to regret. My fists clench and unclench of their own accord, my jaw tightening as I force myself to look away from her.No woman—no one—has ever dared to challenge me the way she does. She looked me dead in the eyes and raised her hand against me. If she were anyone else, she’d be dead already, a bullet lodged between her perfect brows. But she isn’t just anyone. She’s Edwina.I don’t know what about seeing Jasmine triggered her so violently, but I caught the flash of jealousy in her gaze before she masked it with anger. When her palm met my cheek, I felt the urge to remind her exactly who was in control. But I held back, knowing if I let that part of me take over, I’d push her too far. She’s already slipping through my fingers and the thought of losing her completely… I don’t want to think about it.The sound of the car door slamming pulls me from my thoughts. She’s le
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
EdwinaI wake up feeling surprisingly light, stretching lazily in bed before getting up to prepare for the day. The memory of last night lingers at the back of my mind, but I push it aside, deciding to focus on the present. After dressing, I make my way downstairs, expecting to see Raffaele at breakfast, but the dining table is empty save for a steaming cup of coffee and a plate of toast waiting for me.I frown, glancing around. “Where’s Raffaele?” I ask, turning to Alessandro, who stands near the entrance, his usual composed expression in place.“He left early this morning. Business matters,” Alessandro replies smoothly, but something in his voice feels off. Like he’s purposely withholding information.I narrow my eyes at him but decide not to push further. What did I expect? This is Raffaele Marcello, the man who has women practically worshipping at his feet. I would be a fool to think that last night meant anything. Maybe it was just another game for him.Pushing those thoughts away
Edwina"What do you mean he's dead?" I ask, my voice laced with confusion, my brows knitting together as I try to process what I just heard."I killed him, Tesoro," Raffaele states in a hardened voice, his sharp eyes never leaving my face, as if calculating my reaction before it even settles in.To say I’m shocked would be an understatement. The words hang in the air between us, heavy and unshakable. He just admitted to murder like it was a simple transaction. My throat runs dry as I swallow hard, searching for an appropriate response. Finally, I settled on, "Okay."Raffaele's eyes widen slightly, caught off guard by my lack of hysteria. "Okay?" he echoes, clearly surprised by my calm demeanour.I shrug, meeting his gaze. "Well, you are a mafia boss, Raffaele. I don’t expect you to be all rainbows and unicorns."A deep, rich chuckle escapes him, the sound vibrating across the room. It's rare to hear him laugh, and something about it makes my stomach flip. His amusement lingers in his e
💔📖 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.