"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 MoreRose SinclairThe whole day went by without me stepping out. I remained inside the room we all shared, buried under the duvet on my bunk bed.My thoughts went everywhere, yet I couldn't find the answers I sought.Would he really let me meet my mother?Did he hold me back from Trix because he knew she would hurt me?Why exactly am I here if I'm just to be a fancy slave tool?I thought of every answer to the unwavering questions chugging my heart. Then, his hands on my throat, the rage in his eyes, his facial expression, his body movement—the disgust simmering out of every word he uttered was overwhelming.I was out of options. I had considered every sane idea I could come up with.That evening, I woke up and tried to get to my feet, but a wave of dizziness hit me. I sat back, trying to collect myself before attempting to stand again.After what felt like an eternity, the dizziness cleared. Something caught my eye—a tray covered with linen.I pulled it open and found a plate filled with
Federico Di GraziaI felt a surge of anger the moment I saw her with Trix. She should know better than to involve herself in a fight with someone like Beatrice. Now, Beatrice has the perfect excuse to drag Rose into her twisted revenge games.A deep, unsettling feeling twisted inside me—I was the one who made Rose into the Fox she’s becoming by sending her here. She’s no longer the quiet, fragile girl she once was. That passive fury she unleashed on Trix? I’ve never seen her that mad before.At the same time, I can’t deny I’m impressed. She’s adapting quickly. But fighting? That’s something I won’t tolerate.Then came strike two—she walked away from me, turning her back as if I wasn’t still in the room. An insult of the highest order.I sent someone from her little circle to deliver a message—she was to come to my office.Leaving the cafeteria, I was filled with mixed emotions. A part of me was pleased—she’s becoming territorial, showing real emotions instead of that constant gloom. B
Rose SinclairAfter our usual daily routine, an announcement came through—Red was visiting today.Chaos erupted. Whispers, murmurs, hushed conversations. Excitement and fear coiled together in the air like a storm about to break.Me? I kept my thoughts to myself. I had learned my lesson back in the cafeteria.A few hours later, we all gathered in the great hall. The masters had no details about the surprise Red had in store for us, only that it wouldn’t be an easy one. That much was obvious.Then, the hall doors burst open with a force that sent a ripple of tension through the crowd. The air shifted. A presence entered the room—powerful, commanding.We were trained well enough to keep our eyes straight ahead, locked onto the raised platform, but we felt him.In seconds, he strode past my line of sight, heading for the front. Master Stephen stepped forward, voice steady as he addressed us.“For those of you who haven’t had the honor,” he announced, “allow me to introduce the man behind
Federico Di Grazia;With the election only months away, my team and I were busier than ever. I had a lot on my plate—meetings to attend, business deals to oversee, and associates to manage. But it wasn’t just politics keeping me occupied. The underground mafia world had caught wind of my run for governor, assuming foolishly that my focus on the campaign meant I’d be too distracted to keep my grip on the streets.I needed to remind them. I ruled both worlds, and no one—not even another mafia family—could overthrow a Di Grazia.James brought me intel the other night."Boss," he said, "word is your campaign has stirred up the mafia. They think you’ve gone soft. Sources say your push for legitimacy has made you look… less ruthless."I leaned back, absorbing his words. "Is that all?"He hesitated before adding, "Your rivals believe you’re trying to play clean, avoiding violence to maintain a political image."I smirked. Listening to more of this bullshit wouldn’t help. "We need to remind t
Rose SinclairThe incident with Master Stephen plagued my mind all day. I couldn’t shake the endless possibilities running through my head.Lady Roseline would be the most exquisite bow I’d ever seen, and as an archer, I dreamed of one day holding it in my hands.But Master Stephen made it clear—it belonged to Red. Off-limits. Untouchable. No exceptions.The Trip & the Shooting TestThe rest of the trip was eventful. We saw old pistols, modern machine guns, even an MI16. But nothing captivated me like that bow in the restricted room.With three days left before our shooting program began, we gathered notes on bullets, arrowheads, and other essentials. I’d already started picturing myself shooting, imagining the thrill of it.Fun, right?Wrong.We were taken to a practice room where Tier 3 was having a shooting test. Each of us received a set of headphones. For what? To listen to Lady Gaga while we fired? Or were they meant to feed us information in this madhouse filled with guns and b
Federico Di Grazia;I was trying to wrap up some paperwork before my meeting with the confraternity later today. Being a senator was no small task, and my right-hand man, James, and I had worked tirelessly—pulling an all-nighter to stay ahead. The campaign team had dropped off samples earlier: T-shirts, hats, banners—everything a politician needed.I know, it sounds like I don’t fully belong in that world. Right now, I see myself as an interim, just until I officially secure the position—which, by the way, is already in motion.A soft knock on the door pulled me from my work. I arched a brow at James, who responded with a silent I’ll check it out look. I gave him a slight nod, granting permission.He moved to the door, cracked it open just enough to peek outside, then swung it wider for the visitor—my head of security, Theo Bennett.Theo gave a small bow before stepping inside. “Morning, Boss.”“Theo,” I acknowledged, my focus still on my desktop. “Something wrong?”“Boss, you have a
Rose Sinclair;After my last encounter with Trix, we barely spoke or even saw each other. Instead, she sent her new Tier One minions to deliver her threats from a distance.But one fateful day, I decided I’d had enough. Her madness had gone unchecked for too long, and it was time to do something about it.That decision came right after our usual jogging routine—something I can proudly say I’ve improved in. At least now, I run faster than most Tier One trainees.Yeah, so, I chose to confront her. And I knew just the place where our little chat wouldn’t interfere with training—where I could finally ask her what the hell her problem was.The cafeteria.I grabbed an empty tray and joined the queue of trainees waiting for their food. Picking up an apple and a bottle of water, I turned toward the crowd, scanning the room for one particular crazy bitch.There she was, surrounded by her Tier Three minions. Lucky for me, the seat right beside her was empty.So, I did something crazy.I walked
Rose Sinclair; The resident doctor cleared me for discharge last night. By 5 AM, I was already up, showered, dressed in casual clothes, and ready for whoever was coming to pick me up. The past week had been nothing but a cycle of monotony, with the old TV in the ward playing the same fighting techniques over and over again.By now, my mind had memorized those moves—not by choice, but by sheer repetition. The more you’re exposed to something, the more your subconscious absorbs it. That’s just how the brain works.I sat on the bed, waiting patiently. By 6 AM, Mad Max Waltz walked in. His sharp eyes scanned the room before locking onto mine.From across the ward, Max held my gaze in silent challenge. The tension thickened, an invisible line drawn between us. There was nothing I liked about him—his cruelty, his demeanor, his complete lack of kindness.His piercing blue eyes seemed to drill into me, unwavering. My eyes watered slightly from the intensity, but I refused to look away. I wan
Federico Di Grazia;Her hand on me made my skin crawl. I let out a long-overdue sigh—Trix was history. I’d had plenty of "history" before, but I never got attached, and I sure as hell didn’t go back."You got something to say?" I asked impatiently, waiting for her to get out of my way."You haven’t called, texted, or even asked me over... so yeah, I’ve got something to say." Her arms crossed, bitterness lacing her voice.I let out a small chuckle, rubbing my temple with one hand while the other rested on my waist. "You knew the rules—no strings attached. Why would I do any of that just because we had a few nights together?" My tone was sharp, deliberate.She scoffed, disbelief flashing across her face. She looked away for a moment before locking eyes with me again. "That twerp in there is why you’re acting like this, huh? That weak-ass, dumb-ass had you running back in here?" She accused, like she had some claim over me."You sound entitled, Trix… or should I say Beatrice?" I watched
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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