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
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
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
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
Edward 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 stood in front of the door, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "So, is she ready?" he asked, his voice calm but with an undertone of impatience. Rose, the housekeeper, nodded nervously. "Yes, sir. We’ve finished. Miss Cecilia looks stunning in her wedding gown."Edward's gaze flickered toward the door as he signaled to his bodyguards. "Bring her to the car," he ordered curtly. He knew what he was doing was madness, but to Edward, madness was a small price to pay for love—his love for Cecilia. He had never felt this way before, and it consumed him entirely. If it meant forcing her to marry him, then so be it.The bodyguards obeyed without question, escorting a reluctant and trembling Cecilia into the black limousine waiting outside. Her soft sobs filled the car, but Edward remained composed, his sharp eyes fixed on her. He didn’t apologize or explain himself. To him, this was the only way to ensure she stayed with him forever.The drive to the civil registry office was tense. C
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
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
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