Frederico Grey Di Grazia I leaned against the doorway, shrouded in the shadows, my arms folded as I watched the scene unfold. Rose’s startled expression as the lights flickered on and off amused me, her nerves evident in the way she clutched the feather duster as though it could protect her from whatever she thought was lurking in the darkness. And then he walked in. Edward. Ma’am Sarah’s overconfident son. A muscle in my jaw tightened as I watched him move closer to her, his laughter echoing through the room like an irritant. The way he looked at her, spoke to her, dared to touch her—it grated on my nerves. His audacity was almost comical. He was playing with what was mine. Mine. I watched as he leaned closer to her, brushing her hair away with a familiarity that turned my amusement into irritation. My fists clenched at my sides. What gave him the right to invade her space like that? To make her blush, to steal a smile that wasn’t his to take? The tension in my chest tig
Frederico Grey Di Grazia;As soon as I entered the room, I slammed the door shut, the sound echoing through the silence. My mind was a storm, chaos spinning out of control.What the hell had happened back there?I stalked her like a predator, got furious when someone else touched her, and then… I kissed her.What kind of madness was that?Running a hand through my hair, I paced the room, my thoughts as erratic as my breathing. I needed a distraction, anything to pull me out of this spiraling mess.Grabbing my phone, I put on an old Italian ballad, the familiar melody filling the air as I threw myself onto the bed. But no matter how hard I tried, she was there.Rose.The curve of her body. The way her skin flushed under my touch. Her defiant glare, and the sound of her moan—it haunted me, taunting me in a way that felt maddeningly cruel.My jaw clenched. Why the hell was I acting like some hormonal teenager over a stupid, infuriating kiss?Shoving my arm over my eyes, I willed myself t
Rose Alexandria Sinclair:"What the hell?! You kissed Edward?!" Nathalie screamed, her voice echoing around the room. I quickly clamped my hand over her mouth."Do you want me to sleep outside tonight? Keep it down," I hissed, glancing nervously at the door. Nathalie pulled my hand away and burst out laughing."This is insane! You’re crushing on Ma’am Sarah’s son? Girl, you’re asking for more lashes on your back," she teased, rolling her eyes playfully.I winced at the reminder and reached for the ointment to tend to the fresh scars from the flogging Ma’am Sarah had ordered. "Speaking of that... does it still hurt?" I asked, dabbing the salve onto her wounds.She shrugged nonchalantly. "It’s fine. Not like it’s the first time this has happened.""Really? Tell me more."Nathalie leaned closer, lowering her voice. "Don’t you see it? The Boss is in some kind of occult.""Occult? Be serious," I replied, raising a skeptical eyebrow."I’m not joking!" she insisted. "Always dressed in black,
Rose Alexandria Sinclair;"On your knees." That was all he said. Thirty minutes later, here I was—still kneeling, watching this arrogant bastard sip his whiskey like he owned the damn world."This is ridiculous, Red. Why are you doing this?" I asked, my patience wearing thin.His gaze snapped to mine, his voice a low growl. "For the last time, Rose, don’t call me Red. Don’t. You. Dare."I rolled my eyes, muttering under my breath. "Bastard.”He finally stood, swirling the last of his drink. "You can get up. It’s past midnight."And just like that, he was gone, leaving the private lounge without another word. I stood, stretching my stiff legs and glancing around the dimly lit room. A heavy sigh escaped me.I couldn’t do this anymore. Not the kneeling, not the power plays, and certainly not dealing with his melodrama."Oh, I’m the great Frederico Grey Di Grazia. No one dares cross me." Please.I glared at the door he’d walked through. “How did he even get this rich? And what the hell ha
Rose Alexandria Sinclair;“Dad… how could you say that?” I snapped, my voice shaking with anger as I clutched the phone tighter. Standing in the communication room—the only place staff were allowed to make calls—I fought to keep my emotions in check.“Rose, don’t you want your mother to get better?” his voice came through the line, heavy with guilt and desperation. “She’s in the hospital, Rose. No proper food, no care… nothing.”I shut my eyes tightly, the sting of unshed tears burning. My chest heaved with frustration.“Ask Frederico for help,” he continued, his tone hardening. “He’s your ex, isn’t he? He owes you something!”“Pa!” I nearly shouted, the word bursting from my lips like a crack of thunder. “How can you even suggest that? You know what happened… you know what he did to me! It’s because of your loan from him that we’re in this mess in the first place. You’ve dragged all of us into this—Mom, Grandpa… me! And now you want me to crawl back to him?”“For crying out loud, Pa!
Rose Alexandria Sinclair;Edward led the way, his grip firm but gentle on my arm as we walked through the quiet paths of the estate. Nathalie trailed behind us, her loud footsteps crunching the gravel.“So, where exactly are we going?” Nathalie chimed in, her tone dripping with suspicion. “Or is this some secret lovebird getaway?”Edward sighed, glancing over his shoulder. “Do you have to comment on everything, Nathalie?”“Of course. I live for this stuff,” she replied with a grin, clearly enjoying herself.I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “You’re impossible, you know that?”“Thank you! I’ll take that as a compliment.”After a few more minutes, we turned a corner, and the view ahead stopped me in my tracks. A gentle waterfall tumbled into a sparkling pool, surrounded by lush greenery and dotted with turtles sunbathing on the rocks. The sunlight filtering through the trees gave the place an almost magical glow.“Whoa…” I breathed, taking in the beauty of it all.“Told you it
Frederico Grey Di Grazia;"Please, Master… I know it’s insane, but I’ll do anything," Rose whispered, her voice trembling as she dropped to her knees before me.Tears glistened on her cheeks, falling in steady streams. Exactly what I wanted to see. There was something intoxicating about watching her crumble, the way her chest heaved as she fought for composure."Anything?" I drawled, my lips curving into a wicked smile. "Your father’s a fool, and your mother… she’s already knocking on death’s door. Why should I care?""Please…" she whimpered, desperation thick in her voice. "I’ll do whatever you ask, Master. Just… please."I leaned forward, tilting her chin up with my finger so her tear-streaked eyes met mine. "Fine. But if you want my help, you’ll have to earn it. Crawl to me like a good girl, and let’s see what you’re truly willing to do."Her hesitation lasted only a second, but it was enough to feed my power over her. Then, she obeyed, crawling toward me on shaky hands and knees.
Frederico Grey Di Grazia “Mr. Di Grazia…” The Senator began, his tone careful but confident as he unlocked the case in front of him and turned it toward me. “This is forty million dollars. Take a good look.” With a calculated flourish, he gestured to the second case beside it. “And there’s more where this came from. Double, if necessary.” I leaned back in my chair, swirling the glass of whiskey in my hand, my eyes fixed on him. Alessandro Vittorio—a man with ambition carved into every line of his face. He wanted something, and he wasn’t here to mince words. “So, you think money is enough to buy my influence, Senator?” I asked, my voice low and sharp, the faintest smirk tugging at my lips. “I’m not a fool,” he replied, his smile thin. “But money opens doors. And your influence? That moves mountains. I want to secure the presidency when the elections come, and I know you have the means to make that happen.” I chuckled darkly, setting my glass down on the table between us. “Th
Rosa 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