BEAUTIFUL CAGEI gazed through the tinted glass, the cityscape becoming a mere streak as we raced along the highway. A line of polished black vehicles led the way, a stark reminder that my autonomy had slipped away. This wasn’t just another day—it was the day. The day I would become Lysander Vincenzo’s wife, the man whose name was spoken in hushed tones but who now occupied the very core of my existence.I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, attempting to alleviate the pressure building in my chest. Yet, nothing seemed to ease the weight."Are you alright?" Ava's voice broke through my spiraling thoughts, laced with an unmistakable tension.I nodded, though I couldn’t tell if I was reassuring her or myself."Yeah, just... feeling a bit anxious."Ava shot me a look that clearly conveyed, the understatement of the year, but she remained silent. We both understood that there was no turning back now.As we arrived at the Vincenzo estate, I was struck by the sheer extravagance that enveloped
ENTRAPMENTI gazed at my reflection, feeling like a stranger draped in white satin. The gown, adorned with a chapel train and intricate platinum embroidery, sparkled under the sunlight, casting a mesmerizing glow. My fingers glided over the satin ribbon that hugged my waist. I should have felt like a bride, yet all I could perceive was a sense of entrapment."The dress is absolutely stunning, Kylie," my mother had exclaimed earlier, but I found myself unable to muster any enthusiasm.The door creaked open, and Aunt Megan’s overly cheerful voice shattered the silence.“That sweetheart neckline is simply... exquisite!” She smiled brightly, exchanging glances with Aunt Christy, who nodded in agreement, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.“Lysander will be smitten. I promise you.”At the mention of his name, I flinched, a reflex I couldn’t control. My mother caught it, her smile faltering as she hurried the aunts out of the room. _Thank goodness._ I was not ready to face their
FAILED PLANI stood before the mirror, the wedding gown enveloping me like a second skin. It was a true work of art, the chapel train cascading behind me, and the platinum embroidery shimmering in the light. It should have felt like a fairy tale, yet it only felt like a cage.A knock on the door jolted me from my reverie. I straightened my posture, forcing a neutral expression as Mother, Sandra, and Rahila entered the room.“Wow, Rosy, you look absolutely breathtaking,” Sandra exclaimed, her voice filled with sincere admiration. “Your hair is like spun gold.”Sandra’s mint bridesmaid dress was lovely, and Rahila, in her maroon gown, appeared to be wilting in the summer heat. Mother ushered Rosy in, saying, “Come on, Rosy. Your cousins want to speak with Rosy.”“Ava?” Mother inquired, glancing at my sister.Ava, seated on the sofa, shot Mother a defiant look. “I’m not going anywhere. I won’t leave Rosy alone.”Mother sighed and closed the door behind her.Sandra cleared her throat, loo
THE KIDNAPThird person POVKylie faced the mirror, the wedding dress clinging to her form like a second skin. The veil flowed down her back, its intricate lace serving as a fragile shield from the outside world. Her reflection revealed a stark contrast to the tempest of feelings raging inside her. Anxiety tightened around her heart, and her eyes betrayed the fear she desperately tried to conceal.Beside her stood Ava, her younger sister, a silent source of strength.“I’d do it for you,” Ava finally murmured, her voice a gentle affirmation of support.Kylie’s breath caught as she stepped away from the mirror, her facade beginning to crack. “You’re still my little sister. I should be the one looking out for you.”Ava’s eyes sparked with resolve. “We’ll look out for each other. Our connection is far more powerful than their foolish oaths, the Omerta, or their blood ties.”A heavy sigh escaped Kylie. “I don’t want to leave you. It pains me to think of moving to New York.”“I’ll come to s
ABDUCT Darkness. That's all I could feel at first—just pure, suffocating darkness. My body feels heavy and weighed down, and my limbs refuse to move. I’m stuck in this in-between, not quite awake but no longer fully unconscious. Slowly, I started to come to—first the pain in my head, a dull throbbing like someone hit me over and over. Then there’s the cold. I’m lying on something hard, something rough and unwelcoming. Concrete maybe? The air feels thick and stale. It smells like damp stone, and my throat feels dry. I try to move, but my body doesn’t respond right away. Everything feels distant, like I’m underwater. My arms, my legs—they're sluggish like I’m still fighting off whatever sedative they gave me. The memory of being drugged rushes back in small, panicked bursts. The drink. The room. The faces… Then darkness. I blink slowly, my eyes trying to adjust, but everything’s a blur. Shapes blend into shadows, and nothing makes sense. Where am I? I can’t see anything, just hazy ou
BETRAYAL Miranda notices me looking, and she lets out another laugh, this one darker, more dangerous.“No one’s coming to save you, darling,” she says, almost like she’s enjoying my desperation. “This warehouse is in the middle of nowhere. No cell reception, no prying eyes. It’s just you… and me.”The way she says it sends a shiver down my spine. I can feel the power she has over me, the way she relishes it. She’s in control here, and she knows it.But then something shifts in her expression, like she’s just remembered something. Her gaze flicks to the shadows, and I freeze. There’s someone else here. A figure steps forward from the darkness—a man, tall and broad-shouldered, with cold, calculating eyes. He doesn’t say anything, but the sight of him sends another wave of panic crashing over me. Dante!I recognized him immediately. He’s one of Lysander’s most trusted guards. Or he was. What is he doing here? Why is he with her?Miranda saunters over to him, leaning against his arm li
WHEN FURY UNLEASHESBlood would quickly be spilled — more than there already turned into.Down the hallway, footsteps echoed, heavy and fast. Kylie’s father became a man pushed by means of desperation now, worry gnawing at his every decision. His grip on electricity, as soon as iron-clad, became slipping away like sand between his palms. Lysander’s name despatched chills down his spine, and Lysander’s navy changed into marching proper through his front gates.The guards at the doorway stood at attention, eyes darting nervously as their boss approached. Their uniforms, once pristine, were smeared with the blood of their comrades. They had never seen him like this — so frantic, so… damaged.Kylie’s father stormed into the sitting room, where Kylie’s mom and Ava were ready. Ava is sitting by the window, her face pale and eyes remote. The silence between her and her mom hung thick, the weight of everything pressing down on them.He didn’t knock. He didn’t have to. The door swung open viol
BLOODSHED “It’s going to be k,” her mom whispered, but while she stated it, her voice broke.But Ava wasn’t so sure. She should feel the threat ultimate in on them like a noose tightening around their necks. Lysander’s guys had been already inside. It was best a rely of time earlier than they got here for all of them.Chaol came in right away and said, "Let's make sure we're safe. I was told to lock the doors because it's pretty rough outside."Downstairs, Kylie’s father grabbed the nearest defense, pulling him closer to the large dining room, wherein numerous of his guys had been already making ready for the inevitable showdown. They had been armed, but the worry in their eyes became unmistakable. They knew what was coming.“We preserve them off here,” he barked, grabbing a rifle from one of the guards. “No one gets beyond this door.”The men nodded, but their self-assurance became really shaken. Lysander’s navy was no longer known for mercy. And Lysander? He becomes a ghost, a myth
LOVE CONFESSIONS BETWEEN KYLIE AND LYSANDER “It’s not a matter of wanting, Lysander. I couldn’t just decide to stop loving you if I tried.”He nodded, a shadow of understanding flickering across his face. “And you hate that you love me. You’ve said that before.”“No.” I shook my head slowly, feeling the weight of each word. “Not anymore. I know exactly who you are. You’re not a good man — never have been. I knew that from the start, and I don’t care. I should care. I should lose sleep over it, feel guilty for being okay with my husband running one of the most dangerous and ruthless crime syndicates in the country. But I don’t. What does that make me?” I looked down at my hands, the very hands that had gripped a gun just days ago, fingers that had pulled a trigger without hesitation, without even a shiver of regret. “I killed a man, Lysander. And I don’t feel sorry. Not even a little. I’d do it all over again.” My gaze lifted, meeting his. “What does that make me, Lysander? I’m like yo
KYLIE'S TREATMENT I woke up in an unfamiliar bed, its soft sheets a surprising contrast to the deep ache that pulsed through every inch of me. My head felt thick, as if stuffed with cotton, and each breath seemed to move through a fog of lingering pain. Blinking through the haze, my gaze drifted to the side, and I found Ava lying there, curled up and fast asleep. Light was spilling into the room, hinting that several hours had passed since the chaos of last night.Ava had a dark bruise swelling across her forehead, a stark reminder of the violence we’d both endured. But I was sure I looked worse. Attempting to sit up, I was rewarded with a fierce, tearing pain in my shoulder, a reminder of the bullet that had torn into my flesh. Looking down, I saw my upper arm and shoulder neatly wrapped in layers of bandages, evidence of Lysander’s insistence that I be taken care of.A soft murmur from Ava broke the silence, her eyes fluttering open. Upon seeing me, a look of relief washed over her
THE CAPTIVE KYLIE “As in, Kylie Vincenzo?” the man sneered, his smile as sharp as a knife.I nodded, resisting the impulse to look away. There was no use denying who I was; they’d only use it against me. The man barked something in Russian, and the others erupted into coarse laughter, their eyes leering over me with an intensity that made my skin crawl.“Where are the others?” His gaze slid over me with a lazy malice. “Your shadow and the children?”It took me a second to grasp who he meant by 'shadow' - my protector, always near. I cleared my throat, keeping my voice even. “I don’t know,” I replied.His answer was a brutal kick to Ava, who lay crumpled on the floor nearby. She screamed, the sound shredding through the thick tension. Her wide, pleading eyes met mine, silently begging me not to give them anything. But how could I just watch as they hurt her?The muffled echo of voices and gunfire grew louder, filtering in from outside. The Russian leader grabbed me, yanking me close u
THE SYNDICATE BLOODY ATTACK Ava’s words cut deep. “I’m not like you, Kylie. You’re eager to please him, to do anything he says. I’m not like that. I won’t submit to anyone.”I flinched, her bitterness hitting me like a slap. Ava had never spoken to me this way, her usual warmth replaced by a steely, almost furious glare that sent chills down my spine. Before I could respond, she stood up abruptly, her movements sharp and agitated. I reached out, hoping to calm her, but she yanked her arm out of my grasp, her body tense with barely restrained anger."Just leave me alone, Kylie,” she hissed. “I can’t talk to you right now." With a final look that was equal parts hurt and fury, she turned on her heel and stormed off, her silhouette disappearing towards the beach. I stood frozen, torn between following her and giving her the space she clearly wanted. But as I weighed my options, Chaol appeared from the shadows, watching her leave.“No, let her go,” I said softly, raising a hand to stop h
PETER VINCENZO'S FUNERAL The sky over New York was cloaked in thick, somber clouds, dark and heavy, almost as if in mourning. Yet, no rain fell. It was as though the heavens themselves were holding back, leaving a stifling stillness hanging over the cemetery. This weather suited the occasion too perfectly, as if nature itself paid homage to Peter Vincenzo, whose influence had been both feared and revered in New York's underworld. Today, a silent gathering of the city's elite, powerful Mafia families, and high-ranking members from the Chicago Outfit filled the cemetery, all drawn here by tradition, respect, or perhaps simple obligation.A tension hung in the air, barely masked by the solemnity of the occasion. The perimeter of the cemetery had been secured, a tight ring of soldiers ensuring the Syndicate didn't dare encroach upon this delicate moment. Both New York and Chicago had made a calculated risk in allowing so many high-ranking members to attend the funeral, a meeting of vulne
COLD MOMENTS BETWEEN KYLIE AND LYSANDER As I lay in bed, staring into the shadows, sleep eluded me entirely. The emptiness of the space beside me felt almost tangible. For the past three days, Lysander and I had barely spoken, a thick tension hanging between us since that last, heated argument. Despite that, each night, without fail, we’d drifted into sleep side by side, gravitating toward each other in the dark. It was a silent truce, one we both respected in the quiet hours of the night, but as soon as morning broke, the distance between us returned like an unyielding tide. Tonight, though, that warmth was gone, and the cool sheets seemed to press into me, reminding me of his absence. I missed his touch, his breath, the steady beat of his heart lulling me to sleep. I missed him even in ways I hated to admit — to myself, or to him. I could almost feel the weight of his hand on my waist, guiding me into a deep slumber. Yet, here I was, alone, my body yearning in a way that I didn’t
AVA AND DORIAN IMMINENT UNION: KYLIE'S DISAPPROVAL The elevator doors opened, and Lysander stepped into the penthouse. His gaze shifted from Kim to me, his brow furrowing as he took in my expression.“He’s here. I’ll call you tomorrow.” I ended the call, my heart racing with a mixture of anger and heartbreak. I hadn’t thought I could feel hatred for Lysander again, but in that moment, I wanted to make him hurt the way I was hurting.I stormed inside, my fists clenched as I advanced toward him. Lysander’s calm gaze tracked my movements, but he didn’t flinch, didn’t move to stop me. The lack of reaction fueled my rage, and before I knew it, my fists were pounding against his chest.Lysander’s expression shifted, his body tensing in shock. Behind him, I saw Kim rise from the sofa, unsure of whether he should intervene. But Lysander didn’t need help with me; he was far stronger, and in a moment, he had both my wrists locked in one hand.“Kylie, what the hell—”I didn’t let him finish, je
KYLIE AND LYSANDER BROMANCE CONTINUES TO GROW STRONG...Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he drew back, leaving me breathless and trembling. With a gentle but insistent motion, he shifted me beneath him, his gaze softening as he whispered, “Let me take care of you.” He guided himself against me, pausing to meet my eyes as he began to move slowly, allowing me to adjust to the fullness. His touch was unhurried, each movement careful as he eased me into a steady rhythm, coaxing the tension from my body.He murmured softly, his words both soothing and deeply possessive. "I need you close, principessa. Your warmth, your touch — it’s everything."Gradually, he picked up the pace, sensing my growing comfort, and his hand moved to stroke me gently, sending shivers through my body. The mix of pleasure and intensity left me breathless, and soon, I felt myself tipping over the edge once again, my fingers gripping his shoulders as I let go.When he finally released, he stayed close, h
KYLIE'S FIRST NIGHT WITH LYSANDER As their eyes met, Kylie felt her breath catch. "Please," she whispered, her voice laced with a mix of apprehension and need.Lysander traced a finger down her bare skin, moving unhurriedly, savoring each soft gasp she made. "You really want this, Kylie?" His voice held a rough, unyielding edge, yet beneath it, something gentle shimmered."Yes," she managed, her voice barely more than a murmur.He didn’t give in immediately. Instead, he leaned in, his warm breath tickling her as his lips pressed against her inner thigh, coaxing a shudder from deep within her. His mouth brushed over her, tantalizing, each touch sending sparks racing through her veins until she felt like she couldn’t take another second of his restraint."Patience," he growled softly, easing a finger into her slowly. His thumb circled, teased, and built a rhythm that matched the increasingly frantic beat of her heart. His mouth followed, tongue tracing patterns that drove her closer to