SOFIA’s POVRios left before the sun came up, but not before giving me a look like he didn’t want to get in his car.“Hugo will take care of you,” he whispered, pulling me in for a lingering kiss before finally stepping inside.Jestoni, Valeria, and Kyle followed in the second car. He had to bring them since it was the annual event for all the prominent Mafia members in the country. Plus, he’d need backup, especially since the Alcaraz family was hosting. He didn’t tell me where it was, but Valeria slipped it to me yesterday. She said they would be heading to Taal Island Fortress, a volcanic island in Batangas. The Alcaraz family had owned the island for decades, making it a venue for the private affairs in their business.A few minutes after they left, the driver Rios had arranged showed up. I was hauled into the car with my three-day luggage. No matter how many times I said I was fine being left alone in the house, Rios wouldn’t listen.Hugo’s place was maybe twenty minutes from the
Rios stood in front of the grand hall where his private meetings with the Mafia were often held. The sound of the waves outside the building called loudly, but the silence only drowned out the impending excitement.In about three hours, the Mafia Tribunal would be held on this private island in Batangas. His family called the venue Taal Island Fortress—a private ancestral estate on a volcanic island in the country. For years, the Alcaraz family had owned such an esteemed, secluded place that could only be reached by chopper or private boat. No wonder it had been one of the places the Sandoval family had been eyeing.Rios heaved a nervous sigh. The annual Tribunal required each Mafia Boss to bring at least one prominent Mafia family from their turf. In the Philippines, only the Alcarazes and the Sandovals controlled most of the regions. It automatically meant Rios had to bring the Sandovals with him. The invitations had been sent. Somewhere deep in his mind, he hoped and prayed none of
Each major international Mafia Boss was required by the Ledger to bring one allied or subordinate family into the Tribunal. Each ally would serve as a witness and backup power. Rios recalled that there would be ten power seats from the active circle, which were the five global syndicate leaders and their invited family bosses.Not long after, the esteemed bosses were arriving one by one.“Firipin e okaerinasai,” greeted Rios as he and Kenji Takahashi bowed formally toward each other. The serious man, whose voice was soft but always made Rios nervous, had come all the way from Osaka, Japan. Takahashi was a former enforcer in the Yamaguchi-gumi syndicate, but had risen as the leader of his own splinter group. He didn’t talk much, but when it came to business, he was always eager to share how he grew his empire, which was through tech, crypto laundering, and, of course, his brutal efficiency. He was known as the kind of man who eliminated rivals before they even spoke. The Japanese man w
Once everyone was seated, the room fell into silence as Rios stepped into the circle. Torchlight flickered off the walls, and only the rustle of papers and the waves outside could be heard. At the center of the round table, the thick and almost ancient Secret Ledger lay unopened. Rios placed his palm on the book, and one by one, the bosses rose from their high-backed chairs, their footsteps echoing as they moved to perform the ritual before formally going into session.Kenji Takahashi bowed stiffly before placing his hand on the cover. Rika followed quickly. Next to her was Vittorino Mancini, who muttered something in Italian under his breath and kissed two fingers before pressing them to the spine of the book. Luca Bellanti grunted and followed suit. Then Gabriel Fonseca approached slowly, crossed himself, and whispered a blessing that sounded more like a curse because of his language. Meanwhile, Catalina Cabrerra didn't speak.Beatrice Sandoval placed her hand on the Ledger next, s
SOFIA’s POVI woke up in a cell. Concrete walls, gray and sweating with cold, welcomed my vision. When I looked around, I only saw a single steel bed bolted to the floor. There was also one toilet in the corner. It was clean, but rust was forming around its edges. My wrists were chained to the wall, heavy and short enough that I couldn’t sit up straight. Also, my face throbbed. Each pulse sent a sharp and steady ache in my jaw and my cheekbones. I then remembered the two men in masks. Their knuckles cracked before they landed their blows. They made sure to knock the breath out of me, again and again, until all I could do was gasp and fade. Then I remembered the wooden box after that. I felt I was floating before fading out again.And now, I was in a cell.“Help!” I shouted. “Somebody… help me!” But only the echoes of my voice answered my call.Suddenly, the metal door creaked. I flinched and felt a slight relief upon seeing my husband.“Oh, babe,” he whispered as he stepped inside, c
SOFIA’s POVSince the restaurant opened this morning, I hadn’t had a second to breathe. I moved like an acrobat—pacing the room with both hands and balancing trays, my mind constantly reminding my feet to avoid slipping on the tiled floor.By the time the clock crept toward a quarter to twelve, the place had erupted into a war zone. Orders flew in, and customers endlessly waved for attention. Their hunger was seemingly commanding their brains to be impatient. My skin itched just by looking at their sulky lips and bored faces. Normally, every staff in Lorenzo’s Restaurant would be happy to receive so many costumers, but when you’re waiting tables to rude patrons, it would only make you wish for your shift to end already.The kitchen’s aromas had found their way onto my uniform. I scrunched my face upon realizing that. I spent an hour doing my hair, only to expose it to the greasy scent of garlic butter and grilled meat.But a 24-year-old woman like me, with no prospects, had to endure t
SOFIA’s POVEver since I started working for Mr. Lee as his escort, he had always made sure to book me as his favorite girl. The job was simple; he’d dress me up, pay me cash, then I would provide him company at social events and give his ego a little boost whenever I clung to his arm like some kind of trophy wife.Tonight, the company event we attended turned out to be one of the many splendid parties so far. And as we pulled up near my apartment, the gentle hum of Mr. Lee’s luxurious SUV faded into the background, his kind eyes lingered on me as we sat comfortably in the buttery-soft leather seats in the back of his car.“You… very beautiful tonight, Miss Sofia,” he said in his broken English, his Chinese accent curling around the words. He reached for my hand, planting a soft kiss on it before flashing his signature toothy smile.This 71-year-old Chinese man may have been short in stature, but his gentlemanly charm reached the rooftops.“Good company. I feel good… good…” he added, n
Running an empire that straddled both the legal and illegal required precision, accountability, and a solid foundation to play the dangerous game. But Rios Estrada Alcaraz was a man of duality.To the public, he was a refined businessman. With his thriving media network called Star Channel Studios, he had been named the ultimate Kingpin of his generation. A media mogul whose name graced charity events, luxury hotels, and high-stakes investment portfolios. He moved in elite circles while shaking hands with politicians and rubbing shoulders with CEOs and dignitaries, all while keeping his true empire hidden beneath the surface.Behind closed doors, he was a chess master. His only goal was to win the long game of deception. He laundered his wealth through legitimate businesses, making it nearly impossible for authorities to pin anything on him. His hands, which were always impeccably clean in the eyes of the law, were stained with the blood of those who had dared to cross him. His reach e
SOFIA’s POVI woke up in a cell. Concrete walls, gray and sweating with cold, welcomed my vision. When I looked around, I only saw a single steel bed bolted to the floor. There was also one toilet in the corner. It was clean, but rust was forming around its edges. My wrists were chained to the wall, heavy and short enough that I couldn’t sit up straight. Also, my face throbbed. Each pulse sent a sharp and steady ache in my jaw and my cheekbones. I then remembered the two men in masks. Their knuckles cracked before they landed their blows. They made sure to knock the breath out of me, again and again, until all I could do was gasp and fade. Then I remembered the wooden box after that. I felt I was floating before fading out again.And now, I was in a cell.“Help!” I shouted. “Somebody… help me!” But only the echoes of my voice answered my call.Suddenly, the metal door creaked. I flinched and felt a slight relief upon seeing my husband.“Oh, babe,” he whispered as he stepped inside, c
Once everyone was seated, the room fell into silence as Rios stepped into the circle. Torchlight flickered off the walls, and only the rustle of papers and the waves outside could be heard. At the center of the round table, the thick and almost ancient Secret Ledger lay unopened. Rios placed his palm on the book, and one by one, the bosses rose from their high-backed chairs, their footsteps echoing as they moved to perform the ritual before formally going into session.Kenji Takahashi bowed stiffly before placing his hand on the cover. Rika followed quickly. Next to her was Vittorino Mancini, who muttered something in Italian under his breath and kissed two fingers before pressing them to the spine of the book. Luca Bellanti grunted and followed suit. Then Gabriel Fonseca approached slowly, crossed himself, and whispered a blessing that sounded more like a curse because of his language. Meanwhile, Catalina Cabrerra didn't speak.Beatrice Sandoval placed her hand on the Ledger next, s
Each major international Mafia Boss was required by the Ledger to bring one allied or subordinate family into the Tribunal. Each ally would serve as a witness and backup power. Rios recalled that there would be ten power seats from the active circle, which were the five global syndicate leaders and their invited family bosses.Not long after, the esteemed bosses were arriving one by one.“Firipin e okaerinasai,” greeted Rios as he and Kenji Takahashi bowed formally toward each other. The serious man, whose voice was soft but always made Rios nervous, had come all the way from Osaka, Japan. Takahashi was a former enforcer in the Yamaguchi-gumi syndicate, but had risen as the leader of his own splinter group. He didn’t talk much, but when it came to business, he was always eager to share how he grew his empire, which was through tech, crypto laundering, and, of course, his brutal efficiency. He was known as the kind of man who eliminated rivals before they even spoke. The Japanese man w
Rios stood in front of the grand hall where his private meetings with the Mafia were often held. The sound of the waves outside the building called loudly, but the silence only drowned out the impending excitement.In about three hours, the Mafia Tribunal would be held on this private island in Batangas. His family called the venue Taal Island Fortress—a private ancestral estate on a volcanic island in the country. For years, the Alcaraz family had owned such an esteemed, secluded place that could only be reached by chopper or private boat. No wonder it had been one of the places the Sandoval family had been eyeing.Rios heaved a nervous sigh. The annual Tribunal required each Mafia Boss to bring at least one prominent Mafia family from their turf. In the Philippines, only the Alcarazes and the Sandovals controlled most of the regions. It automatically meant Rios had to bring the Sandovals with him. The invitations had been sent. Somewhere deep in his mind, he hoped and prayed none of
SOFIA’s POVRios left before the sun came up, but not before giving me a look like he didn’t want to get in his car.“Hugo will take care of you,” he whispered, pulling me in for a lingering kiss before finally stepping inside.Jestoni, Valeria, and Kyle followed in the second car. He had to bring them since it was the annual event for all the prominent Mafia members in the country. Plus, he’d need backup, especially since the Alcaraz family was hosting. He didn’t tell me where it was, but Valeria slipped it to me yesterday. She said they would be heading to Taal Island Fortress, a volcanic island in Batangas. The Alcaraz family had owned the island for decades, making it a venue for the private affairs in their business.A few minutes after they left, the driver Rios had arranged showed up. I was hauled into the car with my three-day luggage. No matter how many times I said I was fine being left alone in the house, Rios wouldn’t listen.Hugo’s place was maybe twenty minutes from the
Madam Carrie walked towards the huge building located in a secluded place in Manila. It had been exactly a week since she received the memorandum from Rios Alcaraz that told her she would no longer be his personal advisor, but she had been upgraded to Head Mistress of his facility.She scoffed, her chest tightening with anger and frustration as she recalled the content of the memo. Some lawyer explained it to her, and the compensation was thrice as big as she earned in her own whorehouse. But it wasn’t the content that angered her. It was the fact that Rios hadn’t visited her since he came to her almost a month ago, complaining about some woman. She would’ve appreciated it if Rios had been the one to deliver the news. She would’ve appreciated it even more if she had been invited to his wedding. Some wedding—bah! Who would’ve believed the scum would marry? Still, she was genuinely happy for him, but felt sorry for the girl.“Madame, this way please.”A voice pulled her from her though
SOFIA’s POV“OMG, that’s Miss Sofia!”That shriek was instantly swallowed by another wave of noise from the crowd packed outside the venue. I was here for the launch of a beauty product, set to appear as the brand ambassador. I stepped out of the car, gripping Valeria’s arm while Kyle moved ahead, clearing a path.“Miss Sofia! Please, let’s take a picture!”“Miss Sofia!!!”I smiled, lifted a hand to wave, and kept moving. Phones shot up like a swarm of butterflies, their screens glowing and catching my face from every angle. I paused here and there, leaning in for selfies, flashing a practiced smile into their lenses. Indeed, I felt like an A-list celebrity.“You’re very beautiful, Miss Sofia!”I turned toward the voice and found a young woman, with her eyes wide and a notebook trembling in her hands.“Thank you. Do you want an autograph?”She nodded so fast, then held the notebook and marker out to me. I signed it slowly before handing it back with a smile.“Come on, Miss Sofia,” Val
Sofia was hunched over the couch with her hands trembling slightly when Rios arrived.“Babe,” he said, gathering her into his arms. He’d been in a board meeting when the call about the attack came through. He didn’t say a word to anyone. He left the meeting immediately and drove straight to Sofia’s condo. “Are you okay?” he whispered, planting a kiss on her lips.“Yes,” she said, nodding, though her eyes glistened with tears. “I-It happened so fast. We didn’t even get a good look at the guy.”“Here’s the flash drive that was found several miles from Starbucks, Boss Rios,” Valeria said, handing him the small black device. “You can see a man getting out of a black car. That means the lady with the toddler was telling the truth.”Rios didn’t respond. He rolled the flash drive between his fingers, thinking deeply.Meanwhile, Kyle moved fast as he opened a laptop and set it down on the glass table.“Who could it be?” Rios muttered. “I don’t think the Sandovals would pull something this rec
SOFIA’s POV“That was a great shoot, Miss Sofia.” I looked over my shoulder and met the beaming face of the photographer, Derek. Hugo had set up this photoshoot for a special magazine issue, and I’d been more than happy to do it.“I’m glad I pulled it off, with your guidance, of course,” I said, giving him a demure smile.“Do you want to grab a coffee before you—”“Ah, no. I have another appointment,” I cut in. Rios had promised me dinner, but it was only 2:30 in the afternoon. I could still grab coffee with sexy Derek, but I’d rather reserve the free hours preparing for my contract husband. Besides, Derek may be oozing with muscles and great biceps, but guys my age just weren’t my type.“Oh, you’re a busy woman, I see,” he said with a chuckle. Right then, Valeria appeared and gave me a subtle gesture toward the car.“I didn’t know you had a knack for boudoir shoots,” Derek said, still lingering, even as my lady bodyguard was practically dragging me out of SCS.“It’s called talent,