Edward ran through the corridor, He shoved open every door in his path, quickening his pace toward Sean's private quarters. The closer he got, the clearer he heard Sean's laughter echoing down the hallway.Edward furrowed his brows, his eyes narrowing sharply, and his heartbeat quickened. When he finally reached the door, he didn’t think twice before shoving it open with all his strength. The door slammed against the wall with a loud bang, and Edward was immediately greeted by a scene that made his blood boil.Cecilia was in the center of the room, sitting on the floor with her hands tied behind her back. Her usually flowing hair was now a disheveled mess. Sean stood behind her, one rough hand yanking Cecilia’s hair, forcing her head back painfully. Cecilia winced but said nothing. Her eyes locked onto Edward's.“Finally, you’re here,” Sean said with a mocking grin, glaring at Edward with eyes full of hatred. “I almost thought you didn’t care about Cecilia. But it seems I was wrong.”
Sean hid in the forest, his breaths heavy and labored as he leaned against the rough bark of a tree. Blood dripped steadily from the deep wound on his arm, staining his shirt and the forest floor beneath him. He clenched his teeth, his face twisted in pain and frustration. “Damn it!” Sean growled, slamming his fist against the tree trunk. The sharp pain in his arm flared, forcing a hiss through his gritted teeth. His thoughts raced as he cursed his enemies—and himself—for underestimating Edward and Victor. "How could this happen?" he muttered angrily, his voice low but filled with venom. "Those bastards will pay for this."The distant sound of footsteps and voices echoed through the forest, growing louder with each passing moment. Sean's eyes darted around, scanning the darkened woods for a place to hide or a path to escape. Edward's men were closing in, and he knew he couldn’t stay here for long. Clutching his injured arm, Sean pushed himself off the tree and stumbled forward, his
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
Edward sat in the back seat of his sleek, black luxury car, his fingers wrapped around the stem of a crystal wine glass. The city’s lights flickered in a blur as the car cruised down the streets. The hum of the engine and the faint clink of the ice in the cooler beside him were the only sounds breaking the silence. He swirled the deep red liquid in his glass, taking a slow sip, savoring the rich taste. This was his routine, a way to unwind after another day spent at the top of his empire.But tonight was different. His usual calm was disturbed by a gnawing tension in his chest. Edward had always been in control, always three steps ahead of everyone else, but this evening, things had shifted. Something had disrupted the careful balance he maintained in his life."How much longer?" Edward asked, his voice cool, though his patience was wearing thin.Victor, his trusted bodyguard, was in the front seat, glancing at the GPS. "We’re almost there, sir. Just a few more blocks."Edward nodded,
It was a cold, Joshua decided to take the shortcut through the alleyway on his way home. The streets were quiet, the only sound the occasional hum of distant traffic. He walked with a light step, his mind on Cecilia and the plans they had made for the weekend. He couldn’t help but smile, thinking of her bright eyes and warm laugh, the way she made everything seem right in the world.But as he turned the corner, his smile faded. Standing in the middle of the alley were two men, both tall and broad-shouldered, dressed in dark suits that seemed out of place in this part of town. Something about their presence sent a chill down his spine, but Joshua pushed the feeling aside. He kept walking, his pace steady, his eyes focused straight ahead.The two men didn’t move, blocking his path. As Joshua approached, one of them stepped forward, his face partially obscured by the shadow of his hat. “Joshua Granger?” the man asked, his voice low and emotionless.Joshua frowned, a knot of unease tighte
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
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
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
Sean hid in the forest, his breaths heavy and labored as he leaned against the rough bark of a tree. Blood dripped steadily from the deep wound on his arm, staining his shirt and the forest floor beneath him. He clenched his teeth, his face twisted in pain and frustration. “Damn it!” Sean growled, slamming his fist against the tree trunk. The sharp pain in his arm flared, forcing a hiss through his gritted teeth. His thoughts raced as he cursed his enemies—and himself—for underestimating Edward and Victor. "How could this happen?" he muttered angrily, his voice low but filled with venom. "Those bastards will pay for this."The distant sound of footsteps and voices echoed through the forest, growing louder with each passing moment. Sean's eyes darted around, scanning the darkened woods for a place to hide or a path to escape. Edward's men were closing in, and he knew he couldn’t stay here for long. Clutching his injured arm, Sean pushed himself off the tree and stumbled forward, his
Edward ran through the corridor, He shoved open every door in his path, quickening his pace toward Sean's private quarters. The closer he got, the clearer he heard Sean's laughter echoing down the hallway.Edward furrowed his brows, his eyes narrowing sharply, and his heartbeat quickened. When he finally reached the door, he didn’t think twice before shoving it open with all his strength. The door slammed against the wall with a loud bang, and Edward was immediately greeted by a scene that made his blood boil.Cecilia was in the center of the room, sitting on the floor with her hands tied behind her back. Her usually flowing hair was now a disheveled mess. Sean stood behind her, one rough hand yanking Cecilia’s hair, forcing her head back painfully. Cecilia winced but said nothing. Her eyes locked onto Edward's.“Finally, you’re here,” Sean said with a mocking grin, glaring at Edward with eyes full of hatred. “I almost thought you didn’t care about Cecilia. But it seems I was wrong.”
Cecilia began to regain consciousness, feeling dizzy and weak, but the sound of approaching footsteps made her alert. Sean walked closer, his cold gaze fixed on Cecilia tied to the chair. “What do you want from me? Edward won’t let this happen!” she snapped. Sean chuckled softly, then stepped closer. “Of course, he’ll come. That’s the main goal of all this. I want to see how far he’s willing to go for you.” Cecilia glared at him, trying to hide her fear. “You won’t win against Edward. He’ll destroy you,” she said. Despite her deep hatred for Edward, she at least knew he loved her. Sean leaned down, bringing his face closer to hers. “I’m ready to face Edward. But you…” He paused, a sinister smile spreading across his face. “You are the key to making him lose his mind.” Cecilia remained silent, averting her gaze. Sean straightened up and ordered his men to tighten the security. “Guard her. This woman is enough to make Edward anxious, and that’s exactly what I want because wh
"This is the time," Sean said firmly, his voice cold and calculated as he stood in front of his men. "Edward is out of the country. There's no better chance than now to take her. I want Cecilia here before dawn. Do you understand me?" The men nodded silently, One of them hesitated for a moment. "But, boss... Edward's mansion is heavily guarded. His men won't let us get close without a fight." Sean’s eyes narrowed dangerously. "No loose ends. I don't care what it takes, she's got to come with us and take him to my empty apartment, I want to see how worried Edward is about his wife." The room fell into an eerie silence. Sean’s orders were absolute. No one dared to question him again. ---Sean and the others rushed to Edward's luxurious mansion. Before they entered, they prepared their weapons first Bodyguards patrolled the perimeter, their sharp eyes scanning for any signs of danger. Inside the mansion, Cecilia lay peacefully on a lavish bed, her chest rising and falling in rhy
The music thundered through the club, Brooklyn moved with ease on the dance floor, her body in tune with the beat, her laughter infectious as she danced with a group of friends. She exuded confidence, a magnetic presence that had more than a few eyes following her every move. And then, he walked in.Edward strode into the club, his steps measured, his expression unreadable. His dark suit fit him perfectly, accentuating his sharp, chiseled features. His presence was immediate, like a stormcloud settling over the room, stealing the air from anyone who dared to glance his way. Brooklyn, caught sight of him from the corner of her eye. Her movements faltered ever so slightly, and she turned to get a better look. There he was, leaning against the barHis piercing eyes scanned the crowd briefly before settling on his drink, as though none of it mattered to him."Who’s that?" Brooklyn asked her friend, her voice barely audible over the music.Her friend followed her gaze and shrugged. "No i
Brooklyn fell when she got out of the car and was helped by Daniel, but she slapped him"Do not touch me!" she said Daniel was silent, he couldn't possibly respond to the treatment of his boss's daughter. he chose to go to the pavilion and sat down while holding back his irritation"Why? is she doing whatever she pleases? Brooklyn is just a stupid spoiled brat, you know, if she wasn't Mr. Rick's daughter, I would have finished her a long time ago," said Jones laughing and handing him a bottle of vodka.Daniel chuckled "I'm waiting for that moment, Jon," he said as he took a sip of the drink._____Rick Amores, standing with arms crossed, watched as his daughter stumbled through the door. Her flushed cheeks and unsteady steps betrayed her state. He frowned, his voice stern but tinged with disappointment. "Are you drunk again, Brooklyn?"Brooklyn rolled her eyes dramatically, though her balance faltered. "No, Dad," she slurred slightly, attempting to wave him off. "I’m not drunk, okay?
Cecilia opened her eyes. She felt a touch, but there was no one in the room. Could it have been Edward? She closed her eyes again and drifted back to sleep. Behind the wall, Edward stood watching her. "I'm sorry. Maybe the way I love you is wrong, but I truly love you, Cecilia," he whispered. With a heavy heart, Edward turned and left for Paris. _____ The music still pounded inside the club as Brooklyn stumbled out into the club, Her heels wobbled unevenly against the pavement, her head spinning from the cocktails she’d downed hours earlier. The parking lot was dimly lit, with only the faint glow of a few flickering streetlights Brooklyn muttered to herself, brushing her long hair out of her face. “God, I need to get home… where did I even park?” She squinted, trying to focus, her blurred vision making everything seem further away than it actually was.As she walked, her shoulder suddenly collided hard with someone else’s. The impact sent her sprawling to the ground, her purse
Brooklyn seemed to love partying, especially after a long day of work. As a stunning international model, she attracted plenty of attention from men. But she wasn’t interested in them, she preferred to party and enjoy life instead."Let’s enjoy tonight and drink until morning! Forget about work tomorrow, we already have more than enough money without it," she declared confidently.The crowd in the club cheered in agreement, raising their glasses as the music thumped around them."Your father is a successful billionaire, and you’re an incredibly talented international model. Honestly, you’re extraordinary, everyone must envy you," said Belinda with admiration.Brooklyn laughed heartily."I may be the sole heir to the Amores business empire," she replied with a smirk, "but I don’t have time for handsome men who are stupid. At the very least, they need to match my desires... in every way."Brooklyn and Belinda burst out laughing, their carefree energy infectious."Come on, let’s dance! Al
The dimly lit room was draped in luxury, but to Cecilia, it felt suffocating. Her heart raced as Edward stood by the door, his intense gaze locked on her. The air between them was heavy, thick with unspoken tension. "You're my wife now," Edward said, Cecilia, sitting stiffly on the edge of the bed, clenched her hands together to stop them from shaking. “I didn't want this marriage,” she whispered, her voice shaking but firm. "You forced me into this, Edward." Edward's lips curved into a smirk, but his eyes burned with something darker. "Do you think I care about what you want, Cecilia?" “You've already taken everything from me. Do you still need to break me completely?” she saidhis smirk disappeared, replaced by an icy glare as he leaned down, placing his hands on either side of her, caging her in. “You belong to me now,” he said, his breath hot against her face. “Body, soul, everything. Don't make me remind you of that.” cecilia turned her face away, tears threatening to fa