Edward Poletto, a feared mafia king, rules his vast empire with an iron fist. One day, while inspecting his vineyard, he meets Cecilia, a beautiful and humble grape picker. For the first time in his life, Edward feels the stirrings of love, something entirely foreign to his cold, calculating heart. He approaches Cecilia, hoping to win her affection, but she rejects him, revealing that she already has a lover. Used to getting whatever he wants, Edward is consumed by rage and jealousy. In a fit of fury, he murders Cecilia's lover, leaving her devastated and alone. With no one left to protect her, Edward forces Cecilia to marry him, dragging her into a life of luxury that feels more like a prison. Though she now lives in a grand mansion, Cecilia feels trapped in a hellish existence. Edward’s cruel and possessive nature makes her life unbearable, yet behind his rough exterior lies a deep, unspoken love for her. Unable to show his true feelings, he chooses control and domination, believing it’s the only way to keep her by his side. As Cecilia struggles to survive in this dark world, she begins to see glimpses of the man Edward hides beneath his hardened exterior, torn between fear, hatred, and the faintest hope for something more.
View MoreEdward stormed away from the dining room, his anger boiling over. He needed to escape from the suffocating tension, the biting words, and the damnable refusal in Cecilia’s eyes. Why was she so stubborn? Why couldn't she see that he was the one who could give her everything, the one who loved her? His hands clenched into fists as he made his way to his study, slamming the door shut behind him.Inside, the air felt colder, even though the room was well-lit and warm. He paced back and forth, his mind swirling with thoughts of Cecilia. His frustration mounted as he recalled the defiance in her voice, the way she rejected him so easily. Why can’t she love me? he thought bitterly, his mind racing. He had given her everything, his power, his wealth, his protection and still, she turned away. Why couldn’t she understand? He wasn’t like the others. He wasn’t like Joshua. He had won her, why couldn’t she just accept it?He gritted his teeth, his anger turning inward. This is my fault, he told h
Edward returned to the mansion, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of Cecilia. He walked swiftly through the halls until he reached Rose, who was tending to some tasks. He looked at her with a sharp gaze."How is Cecilia?" Edward asked, his voice cold.Rose hesitated for a moment before answering, her eyes lowering in respect. "She refuses to eat, sir."Without a word, Edward strode past her, his footsteps echoing in the quiet mansion. He made his way to Cecilia's room, his expression stern. He opened the door without knocking, finding Cecilia sitting on the edge of her bed, lost in thought. The moment she saw him, her eyes widened with surprise."What do you want?" Cecilia asked, her voice a mixture of fear and anger.Edward stepped forward, his dark eyes narrowing as he studied her. "You still haven't eaten.""No," Cecilia replied, her voice trembling but resolute.Without warning, Edward grabbed her wrist with a force that made her flinch. He pulled her up from the bed, his grip un
Alejandro was standing by the window of his private office, gazing out over the sprawling city, his mind lost in thoughts of expansion and power. He had worked tirelessly to build his empire—his name a legend in the shadows, feared and respected by all. But the moment his bodyguard leaned in close, whispering urgently into his ear, everything came to a halt."Edward destroyed part of the Sien clan... and your brother, Sean, is badly hurt. I've already sent someone to bring him back from Italy."The words hit Alejandro like a bolt of lightning. His blood ran cold, and for a split second, his mind refused to process it. Edward—that bastard—had dared to touch his family. His grip tightened around the glass of whiskey in his hand, the ice rattling as his jaw clenched. "Damn," he muttered under his breath, barely able to contain the fury that rose from deep within. His bodyguard watched in silence, knowing well that this was not just anger, this was a storm—a rage that Alejandro had caref
The night was cold, and the dim streetlights cast long shadows across the abandoned warehouse. Sean boss of the Sien clan, stood at the edge of the room. In his hand was a cigar, the smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling. He smiled sarcastically, his expression one of contemptuous amusement. The sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the cavernous space, breaking the stillness. Edward Poletto entered, his dark coat billowing slightly with his confident stride. His expression was unreadable, his piercing eyes scanning the room. There was a palpable tension in the air, the kind that precedes a storm. Sean’s grin widened as Edward came into view. “Finally, you came,” Sean drawled, his voice dripping with mockery. “It turns out you are very brave. I almost thought you’d send one of your errand boys instead.” Edward chuckled, a low, dangerous sound that sent a shiver through the room. He reached beneath his jacket, his hand brushing against the cool steel of the weapon conceale
Edward, the notorious mafia king, sat in his grand office, the rich scent of cigars lingering in the air as he leisurely sipped from a glass of deep red wine. The atmosphere was thick with tension, yet Edward remained calm, almost detached from the chaos that simmered outside his door. His cold, calculating eyes reflected the power he held over his empire, but there was a dangerous glint in them, as though he were always two steps ahead of his enemies.Victor, his loyal and deadly bodyguard, approached silently, his presence always commanding, like a shadow that lurked in the corners of the room. His sharp gaze never faltered as he stepped into the office, his voice cutting through the silence."Boss," Victor began, his tone steady but tinged with urgency, "The Sien clan, the Italian mafia, seems to want to play with you. Your weapons were stolen at the port."Edward's eyes narrowed as the words registered. He leaned back in his chair, swirling the wine in his glass with deliberate sl
Edward stared at the deep red liquid in his glass, the reflection of the chandelier above rippling on its surface. His grip tightened slightly, and he muttered under his breath. "Why does she fight me at every turn?" he asked himself, his voice barely above a whisper. "I give her everything—comfort, safety, a life others can only dream of. But it’s never enough for her. Never." He leaned back, closing his eyes briefly as he swirled the wine in his glass again. "Maybe I’m going about this the wrong way," he admitted softly. "But what other way is there? I was never taught how to... care. Love. What does that even mean?" The silence in the room felt suffocating, his own thoughts louder than any conversation he’d had with Cecilia. He opened his eyes, staring into the wine as if it held the answers he sought. "She looks at me with so much hate," he murmured, his tone tinged with frustration. "But why? I’m not a monster. Am I?" He paused, then chuckled bitterly. "No, who am I kiddi
Edward sat at the head of the grand dining table, the luxurious chandelier above casting a cold glow on his sharp features. His patience was wearing thin. The untouched meal before him signaled Cecilia’s defiance yet again. With a tight jaw, he signaled Rose, the loyal maid, to deliver his message. "Tell her," Edward commanded, his voice low and dangerous, "she’s joining me for dinner. Now." Rose hesitated for a moment, but a sharp glare from Edward sent her hurrying upstairs to Cecilia’s room. She knocked softly before stepping inside. Cecilia was sitting by the window, staring out at the darkening sky. "Miss Cecilia," Rose said gently, "Mr. Poletto requests your presence at the dinner table." "I’m not hungry," Cecilia replied coldly, without turning around. "Miss, you know how he is. Please, don’t make it worse." Cecilia turned to face Rose, her eyes blazing. "Let him be angry. I didn’t choose this life, and I won’t play along with his games." Rose sighed but didn’t argu
Cecilia sat stiffly at the far end of the long mahogany table, her hands clasped tightly on her lap, her gaze fixed on the untouched plate of food before her. Across from her, Edward leaned back in his chair, the sharp angles of his face illuminated by the flickering firelight. His dark eyes glimmered with a mixture of arrogance and something deeper—something he fought fiercely to conceal.Edward swirled the deep red liquid in his crystal goblet, his lips curving into a smile that barely touched his eyes. His laughter, low and mocking, echoed in the vast room as he tilted his head back and took a leisurely sip. "Ah, Cecilia," he drawled, his voice dripping with derision. "You sit there so prim and proper, as if you're a guest here by choice. But let's not pretend. You’re here because I willed it." Cecilia’s jaw tightened, her nails digging into her palms, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. She loathed the man before her—his arrogance, his cruelty, his relentl
Cecilia clung to Josh’s lifeless hand, her tears falling onto the cold metal of the hospital stretcher. Her fingers trembled as she traced the contours of his calloused palm, a hand that once held hers with so much love and promise. Now, it was stiff, devoid of the warmth she had cherished. “Josh,” she whispered brokenly, her voice cracking under the weight of her sorrow. “Why did this happen? Why did you leave me?” Her tears blurred her vision, but even through the haze, she could see the bruises and marks on his face—the signs of a struggle. Her heart clenched with both grief and fury. Josh had been strong and brave, but now he lay here, a victim of something far more sinister than a simple robbery. “I won’t forgive him,” Cecilia muttered, her voice low but resolute. Her words carried a weight that pierced through her despair. The nurse who had been silently observing from the doorway approached hesitantly. “Miss, I’m so sorry for your loss. But perhaps you should rest—” C
Edward Poletto, the notorious mafia king, sat in the dimly lit courtyard of his sprawling estate, a glass of aged wine in hand. The evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the vineyards that stretched as far as the eye could see. It was his haven, a place where he could momentarily forget the weight of his empire and lose himself in the intoxicating aroma of ripening grapes and the rich flavors of his wine.He took a slow sip, savoring the complex notes of the vintage. His thoughts were distant, entangled with the ruthless decisions that came with his power, yet tinged with a certain emptiness. Edward had everything a man could desire—wealth, power, influence—but love was a foreign concept to him, something he had never truly known or cared for.As he leaned back in his chair, his eyes lazily scanned the workers toiling in the fields, But then, something—or rather, someone—caught his eye.A young woman was moving through the rows of vines with a grace tha
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