"If you take an inch towards me, that's it. Your fate is forever sealed!” Frederico said, with a smirk on his lips. I have no option, I can't let my father die because of my selfish decision, so I gave him my word. "Yes. I agree, Red. I will be your toy!" Nothing could have prepared Rose to face the man she left behind eight years ago—her ex-boyfriend, who is now a ruthless Mafia lord. But this time, she’s entirely at his mercy. Frederico Grey Di Grazia has become a cold-blooded billionaire, a man who lives for power and control. Once the man she loved, he's now a figure of vengeance, dominating the darkest depths of the Italian underworld. Trapped in his twisted game, Rose must make an impossible choice: surrender to Frederico’s brutal whims or risk everything to defy him. But as his intentions grow darker and his interest in her becomes dangerously possessive, Rose begins to understand that escape might cost more than her freedom—it could cost her heart.
View MoreRosa SinclairThe morning light streamed through the curtains, illuminating the faint haze of a dull, throbbing headache. My mind was foggy as I tried to recall the events of yesterday. The chirping of the birds, each noise and sound, made my headache worse.I swung off the comforting duvet, stepped into my flip-flops, and headed to the large mirror just outside the bathroom. I looked worse than Harley Quinn with smudged makeup. The party dress was still on, and I hadn’t removed my makeup, leaving scary eyeliner streaks running down my face—a result of all the crying I did last night after Red left.I finished my morning routine, but all I wanted was to go back to bed and maybe try to forget my worries. Memories of Mrs. Caruso’s necklace kept popping up. I lay back on my bed, hands clasped over my head in frustration. The thought of the necklace I saw at the senator's party wasn’t going away anytime soon. Then my mind wandered back to my argument with Red.Calling me a drama queen? Mo
Rosa Sinclair;“She answers to me, and nobody else. Have I made myself clear.” He thunders, making the hall fall into a humbling silence.Veronica’s face burned with shame as her own mistakes burned down on her, her eyes dropped to the floor as she struggled to contain the embarrassment on how the tables turned on her. “Have I made myself clear, Miss Caruso.” Federico asked again, this time he dragged her name. A reminder that powerful people like him, do not repeat questions twice. She looked up at him before answering.“Crystal.” She responded.Her once shrieking voice dropped to a normal low tone, indicating how humiliating this moment is for her.Frederico turned to her mother in one sway motion, making the woman gasp a bit at his sudden body movement. She regained her composure, waiting to hear what he had to say.“I bet dinner calls for everyone. Shall we?” He proposed, as a faint smirk traced his lips.Before she could reply, he turned away again, giving her his back in a c
Rosa Sinclair;I am not used to events like this, never actually been to a place like this, I've spent the last 25 years of my life working, and working to support my mother. If I had my way, I wouldn't be here, where the rich flaunt their frivolous lifestyle, taking champagne in expensive dresses and suits. They don't have a mother battling for her life out there, nor do they have a father who lavish all his money on gambling and what not. If they did, I bet they would never be here in the first place.Federico's threats are the reasons I am here, heck! The whole place looks beautiful and extraordinary, the decor makes my eye teary on how perfect a place like this is. I was rudely brought back to reality when I heard Mrs Maria Caruso direct a question to me. “You look dazzling in that dress, hope you are enjoying the party?”I looked back at her, she was expecting a reply. “I am ma'am,it is indeed a beautiful party.” I finally spoke up.Come on mother, don't try to butter her up.
Frederico Grey Di GrazieAlessandro sent an invitation to his party days before he got initiated. He must think he can buy his way through this... Bastard!I had no reason to be there, but the godfather said to keep an eye on the son of a bitch, which is exactly what I intend to do.Here we are, at the senator's estate. When I say "we," it automatically means Rose and I.A smile graced my lips as I recalled her tantrum the other day. If she thinks I’ve ruined her, she has no idea what I have in store for her. She’ll wish she never met me ten years ago or crossed my path. I’ll make her life a nightmare. Her path to damnation is only just beginning.As expected, she refused to accompany me to the senator's party. After a few threats from me, she was more obedient than a lamb—as she should be.The ride in the limo was quieter than a graveyard. Someone holds a grudge, huh? I let her sulk and focused on getting some work done on my phone.The moment the limo's engine stopped, I glanced out
Veronica Mae Vittorio:The poor ones criticize what they can’t get. My mother always told me it’s better to have one rich friend than a thousand poor ones. She was right, of course. That’s why I’ve never wasted my time on people who can’t afford to matter.I smirked as I lounged on the plush couch in the designer mall, my fingers idly tracing the sleek fabric of my bag. "What did you say?" I asked, voice smooth but dripping with disdain.“Nothing, Miss. I'm sorry…” The sales assistant’s head lowered, her voice shaky as she nervously fidgeted with the hem of her uniform.“Urgh. Apologies irritate me.” I rolled my eyes, clicking my tongue. “You just said I can't have that dress because someone else bought it? Do you know who I am? Do you know who my father is?” I asked, checking my nails, already bored with the conversation.I grabbed my iced coffee, sloshing it carelessly as I poured it all over her face."Ah!" she gasped, wiping the cold liquid off her face with shaky hands.I didn’t
Rose Alexandria Sinclair:“You had no reason for what you did earlier,” I snapped, my voice sharp.Frederico’s response was immediate. Without a word, he grabbed his glass of wine and threw it in my face.“Fuck yeah, I do,” he growled. “I owe you. I can do anything I want.” He pulled out his handkerchief, dabbing it gently against my face to wipe away the wine.“Did that hurt, Rose?” He asked, his tone now strangely soft as he lifted my chin, his eyes searching mine.“Stop. Please.” My voice trembled, barely more than a whisper.“Stop? Stop what?” He leaned in, the amusement in his eyes a cruel contrast to the concern he feigned.“Stop tormenting me, Red. Stop making me feel like this!” I shouted, my frustration boiling over. “It’s exhausting… it’s annoying!”A dark smirk twisted across his lips as he sank into the couch, clearly enjoying the scene he’d created.“Yeah? Well, I don’t actually care. Dance for me, slutty Rose. Show me what you’ve got,” he ordered, his voice thick with ma
Rose Alexandria Sinclair;“Is it true, Jessica? Did you really hit her?” Ma’am Sarah’s voice thundered through the room, sharp and commanding. Jessica immediately burst into her infamous crocodile tears, sniffling dramatically.“It was an accident… Rose has been mean to me and my friends,” Jessica stammered, clutching my hands as if we were the best of friends. “Rose... I’m sorry!”I yanked my hands away, my expression one of pure disbelief.“What? Are you serious right now?” I snapped. “You hit me, slapped me, and your little squad treats me like dirt! And now you want to play the victim?”Before I could say another word, Ma’am Sarah’s stick landed sharply on the back of my head.“Enough!” she barked, her face stormy. “In all my thirty years working here, I never thought I’d see this level of foolishness!”Jessica immediately dropped to her knees, tears pouring like a waterfall. “I’m so sorry, Ma’am Sarah! Please, forgive me!”I ruffled my hair, my frustration boiling over. “This is
Rose Alexandria Sinclair; "Look, I don't care what you're saying—back off!" I snapped at Jessica, my voice cutting through the tension like a whip. Her glare deepened, and for a moment, it felt like her words slapped me across the face."How dare you?" she hissed, stepping closer. "Who the hell do you think you are? Seducing the boss, huh? I saw you!"A smirk tugged at my lips, sharp and mocking. "Why? Feeling insecure? Haven’t you had enough of his cock? Maybe it’s time someone better takes over."Her face twisted with rage as she lunged for my hair, but I was faster. I slapped her hand away with enough force to make her stumble."Enough!" I snarled, my voice low and venomous. "Try that again, and I swear, I'll ruin you. Bitch."I spat on the ground and stormed off, leaving the backyard without sparing her another glance. Behind me, I heard her screaming, stomping her feet like a tantrum-throwing child.Pathetic. I had bigger problems to deal with than some jealous wannabe.Frustrat
Frederico Grey Di Grazia;After everything that happened between us last night, Rose could barely walk properly. Do you know why? Because I screwed her so much.She laid on my bed throughout the night, sleeping.“Slutty Rose!!” I called, and she yawned, turning to the other side of the bed. She sniffed in, and I slapped her ass, making her jolt and her eyes snap open.“Heyyy…”“Look at you, enjoying your Master’s cock and bed... Aren’t you a selfish bitch?” I questioned, and she sat up, spreading her legs.“Like you didn’t enjoy me too? I mean, you were licking every bit of me!” She sneered, and I smirked deviously.“Yes… That’s what happens when a man is in need!” I responded, throwing the blanket off her. “It’s time you leave. My room isn’t for slaves!”Rose smirked, her gaze challenging, her legs still spread as she lay back on the bed. "Oh, so now the room isn't for slaves, huh?" She tilted her head with a teasing smile. "Funny, considering you just fucked one in the same room. Te
Rose Alexandria Sinclair;It was midnight—the hour when debts are paid in blood. My blood ran cold, goosebumps rising as I watched them beat the life out of my pa.“Stop!” I cried, dropping to my knees. Tears poured down my face, my lips trembling with the pain tearing through me. “Please…I’ll pay the bills! Just don’t kill him!” I begged, every word a plea from the depths of my soul.One of them turned, an eyebrow raised, a mocking smile on his lips. “You’ll pay? Is that so?” He sneered, glancing at my father. “Desmond, you didn’t tell us your daughter was rich… alright, sweetheart. Five million—cash. Right now.”“Five million? Pa?!” I screamed, my voice breaking with frustration. “What the hell were you doing with five million!? You owe them that much?” I shook my head, ruffling my hair, my heart pounding in my chest. Panic clawed at me, the room spinning as I tried to make sense of it all.One of the men laughed darkly, the sound sending a chill down my spine. “Five million doesn’t...
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