LILITH POV I was nervous. It was an emotion one could easily see if they were focused on me, but I tried to play it down with a bright, wide smile that was soon hurting my mouth. The Il Serafino was perched at the top of an exclusive High-rise in the heart of Ravello, offering a panoramic view of the city's glittering skyline. From up here, the chaos of the streets below felt distant, muted, like another world entirely. Yet, it didn't do anything to quell the—chaos— slowly building inside of me. Warm, golden lights spilled from the chandelier, casting soft shadows over the polished marble floors, while floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the city's glow against the dark sky. The faint melody of the piano drifted through the air, weaving between hushed conversations that seemed to belong to people who mattered: the elites, the stinkingly rich men and women. I didn't belong here, no shit, Sherlock. I looked very much out of place. Anyone could easily pick me out despite the one thou
LILITH POVI was halfway done with the meal when Giovanni started to speak again.He leaned back in his chair, his predatory gaze scanning the room as he swirled the wine in his glass. His attention settled briefly on a man in a tailored navy suit seated two tables away.At least, that was what I believed he was looking at. The man chuckled at something his companion said, but his hand never left the edge of his knife. He was holding the knife with the golden handle as if it were his possession rather than using it to eat as everyone was.“See that man over there?” Giovanni’s said, his voice low. “The one who’s too relaxed, but his fingers are always touching the knife like it’s part of him? That’s Pietro Marino. He runs the rackets in Verona. Killed a man once just because he reached for the wrong breadbasket at dinner.”I blinked, glancing subtly in Pietro’s direction. He looked ordinary enough until you noticed his movements, the way he scanned the room like he owned it. He looked
LILITH POVMarco was here. What the hell did he want?From the corner of my eyes, I watched as he made his way towards the restaurant bar, making himself comfortable.After speaking to the bartender, I presumed it was to get his order; then, he began looking around the room.I grimaced as his gaze landed on the area, and hastily, I glanced away. Using one of my hands to shield myself, even though I knew it would be useless, I did it anyway.Hopefully, he wouldn't recognize I was the one that was there. But it was unlikely, seeing as I was very much like the Raven that danced in La notte, despite the fact that I had used only a little bit of makeup as I didn't want to appear like a clown next to Giovanni.I could still leave here undetected if I wish to. Giovanni wasn't here. He had excused himself. He didn't say where he was going exactly but I knew it was for a business transaction.He hadn't brought me here mainly to lecture me or even make me sign the contract, he was here for hims
LILITH POVI sighed as the professor finished the lesson for the day. It was what I had been looking forward to.Last night's event kept finding its way into my head, and I couldn't push it out. I had tossed and turned on my bed all night while my brain conjured the image of an injured Giovanni. Some of the pictures were good, while some were nauseating.The ones I couldn't get out of my head were the nauseating ones where several bodies lay on a heap in front of the restaurants with their head blown off. While Giovanni stood at the side, his blood quickly drained. It was certain he would soon be like the heap of dead bodies, but at least he would look as handsome as ever while at it.He had only gotten injured in his right arm; that was the exact place I had seen exposed while he was shooting the opponents before exposing himself as if he were some protagonist in a story with a lot of plot armor.I couldn't get past that image of him in my head, and I had tried my best to push it out
LILITH POV I sat on the tree trunk facing my father's gravestone, crossing my legs. Some people had come with a flower, bottle of champagne, or even a precious item to drop at the grave of their loved ones, but I had come empty-handed. I was always here empty-handed. I didn't come here to reminisce with him or have a father's daughter talk we never had. I had come here to spite him as I often did. My mother barely talked about my father. She had always dismissed every talk about him while growing up. She never told me if he was dead or even living. But I believed he was dead. At least to me. Just three years ago, I rented a plot in this community burial ground just to set his gravestone on it. To tell the stone how well I was doing without him. To say to it, he was going to get the award of being the worst father in hell, adding to his punishment. To tell him I was a stripper, which wouldn't have been possible if he was alive. Well, maybe. My mother didn't know about this place
LILITH POV Blend in and do not get caught. Giovanni had said before I stepped out of the car. I had thought it was an easy job. At least, the one he had required me to do with the banker a few days ago had seemed easy, although unnerving as I wasn't prepared for it. This seemed worse. He was watching every move I made from the hidden camera in the stupid bracelet he had made me wear. And right now, he would definitely see how nervous I was. I let in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. A small smile played on my face as I walked towards the main building of the Grand Aurelia Villa. The Aurelia villa was a wealthy estate perched on a hill offering sweeping views of Ravello. The Villa's sprawling gardens were lit with golden fairy light, casting a warm glow on the manicured hedges and marble fountains. The soft hum of classical music drifted from a string quartet stationed near the entrance, their melodies mingling with the murmur of conversations and the gentle clink of champagne
LILITH POVWe were ushered into another room for the main event.It was a grand ballroom dripping with wealth and elegance at every corner. Gilded walls reflected the warm glow of chandeliers, making the entire space shimmer with gold. Massive windows lined one side of the room, giving a breathtaking view of Ravello's lights glittering against the night sky.Hushed conversations could be heard around me, and the same soft strings of a quartet played in the background.It smelled faintly of expensive wine and roses, a mix that felt both intoxicating and stifling. On a raised stage, under bright spotlights, the auction items waited.I found a vacant chair that was around one of the elegantly adorned round tables near the middle of the room, close enough to see the stage clearly but not so close as to draw too much attention to myself.Walking towards it, I sat down and was happy to be ignored by the high-profile attendees who sat there.The blonde from earlier stepped onto the stage, a
GIOVANNI POVThe bastard was here.I had only wanted to watch all that was happening from afar. Well, I trusted Raven could keep everything under control. At least she had managed to put Victoria in her place and not let herself be intimidated by the spoilt brat until my intervention.If I hadn't intervened, Victoria would have had her security toss out Raven, but that wasn't what I wanted.Victoria had given me a personal invitation to this event, and I declined, telling her someone would be attending instead of me. I never wanted to come here as I had a reason for staying hidden in the first place. There were too many enemies here, looking, waiting for me.Raven was unknown and could easily do what I ordered her without getting detected.Now, the attention I had been avoiding on her had been created the moment she had bade on the necklace.The damned necklace always causes this much chaos. I had no choice but to rescue her.Now, the painting.I had seen it before. It was at the Ricc
LILITH POV"Morning," I murmured as I passed by Xanthos."Hey," he returned the greeting, nodding.I walked in the direction of the living room. We were still in Giovanni’s penthouse. There had been no attack yet and no news of what to expect next.They should know since they might have experienced this too many times because it didn't look like anything new to them.I was the only one who seemed lost here. Everyone, including Christie, seemed to be taking everything perfectly well.Arriving in the living room at the same time as Theo, he grumbled, "I hate mornings."He looked grumpy as fuck, with his hair sticking all over the place as if he had a fight the night before with a cat. He hunched his shoulders forward while he walked towards the chair in a zombie manner.He was in a black robe and barefoot. When he sat, he crossed his right leg over the left one and patted the chair next to him, "Come sit with me, sweetheart."I complied. There were only two vacant chairs: one near him
LILITH POV"Did I do too much?" Christie slumped her shoulders, her face buried in her hands."Of course not," I shook my head, sitting next to her on the sun lounger.I gripped her hand to uncover her face.Her lips quivered, and she looked like she was about to cry."I know I chose this life. I know all these things would certainly happen; I mean wedding disruption, one of us dying soon..." she trailed off, laughing.Her laughter was tinged with sadness, just the way her eyes were."Hey," I said as I heard her sniffled.Christie shook her head, her shoulder heaving, "I'm sorry," she giggled, wiping at the tears gliding down her cheeks."I know I tried to make everything picture perfect than it really is. But can you blame me? I love Xanthos to death, but I don't want this life; I don't want to watch my back continuously while trying to make sure I don't get hit. I want to live as every normal being lives and not this pathetic wannabe perfection I try to show off..."This wasn't abou
LILITH POVChristie and I returned to the living room—all the boys were there, including Diamante.I didn't want to be anywhere near her. I'd rather go back to the room and stare at the ceiling until I dosed off. But I had stepped out of the room in the first place due to hunger.It would make little to no sense to return on an empty stomach.Even if I desired to return, it was already too late as Diamante sighted us."Hey!" she waved, a bright smile on her face.She was acting as if we were friends rather than her, clearly warning me to steer clear of Giovanni. Yet, here she was acting as if she was the queen in his life and house.I grimace, staring at Christie who shrugged.There were about three vacant chairs around the large table. Giovanni wasn't in the room.And I noticed there was a chanel bag placed on the chair that was next to Diamante. She had maybe reserved it for Giovanni. I wasn't interested in sitting next to her anyway.I sat next to Theo while Christie sat next to Xa
LILITH POVThe once-celebratory atmosphere shifted abruptly into chaos. Screams echoed through the church as guests scrambled for cover, their footsteps and the clatter of overturned chairs reverberating through the sacred space. The air grew heavy with panic and tension, thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder.I had followed Theo inside the church. This place seemed like a safe spot. We weren't alone. Xanthos, Boaz, and the other four men were with him. I didn't know their name yet, and I didn't care.Giovanni wasn't here, likewise Diamante. I knew he had run in the opposite direction from her, and for my life, I didn't understand why he had done that.He should be with his friends, with me! Yet, he had gone with her. A total gorgeous bitchy stranger. Maybe not a stranger to him.Heaving a breath, I paced to the window, peered out, and paced back to the couch in the room's center."Don't do that," Theo gripped my hand, stopping me as I made my way to the window again."Why?" I asked
LILITH POV"He has always had a great taste." A sultry voice said.I swirled, locking eyes with the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.She was breathtaking, the kind of woman who turned heads without trying. Her dark hair, perfectly styled in soft waves, framed a face that belonged on magazine covers—sharp cheekbones, full lips, and eyes that carried quiet confidence. She wore a sleek, peach dress that hugged her figure in all the right places, a low-cut V-shaped neckline, and exuded sophistication and sensuality. There was an air of ease about her like she owned the space she walked into.Who was she? I couldn't tell. It was my first time seeing her, and I hadn't noticed her amongst the guests in the church.Trust me, I'd know if she had been there because I was barely concentrating on what the officiant had been saying.It wasn't as if the ceremony itself was boring; I didn't see any use in it. It would end anyway.A wedding was never a happy after; instead, it was a means to hur
LILITH POVMy head... It pounded, like someone had stuffed my skull with cotton and hit it with a hammer for good measure. My mouth felt dry, my throat raw, as if I’d be left in the desert and swallowed sand due to the lack of water.Blinking slowly, I tried to make sense of the blurry surroundings—a softly lit room with pale pink walls and a large, ornate mirror hanging above a dresser. The faint scent of lavender filled the air, mingling with the cool touch of silk sheets beneath me.My stomach churned when I finally sat up, twisting in several knots. I glanced around the room—plush throw pillows piled neatly on a small loveseat by the window, curtains swaying gently as the breeze seeped through a crack in the glass. Everything about the space screamed femininity and comfort, but my body felt the exact opposite—weak and heavy like I was dragging myself back from the edge of oblivion.My eyes moved to the wall, and I saw several paintings, naked men with abs, a beach, and the shark p
LILITH POVI bite on my lower lip over again. Even though I needed to quit this habit, I had never allowed it to ruin my lipstick.But this time, it was for a good reason, I believed. My breath hitched with each passing minute, and I sat at the edge of my seat whenever someone popped into the room.No sign of Theo, James, or even Boaz. So, there was certainly no sign of Giovanni.Where the fuck did they go? James had told me they'd be right back and everything would be fine, which I doubted. This constant pricking at the back of my neck was a reminder that something was awfully wrong and would definitely be wrong in a few minutes.I looked in the direction of Christie and Xanthos. They seemed happy to be with each other. But Xanthos was staring at me. I could see it in his face even as he had tried to be subtle about it.I wondered if Giovanni was in trouble because of me. Only James and Theo seemed to have warmed up to me; I shouldn't expect to see the rest smile at me anytime soon.
LILITH POVChristie and I seemed to be hitting it off pretty well. I had thought the blonde petite woman would be someone I'd detest. You know, those nepo babies who got everything handed to them on a platter of gold because of mommy or daddy dearest and believed the world revolved around their ass? Yes, them.Christie was far from that. Not only was she beautiful, she was accommodating and overly thoughtful.Somehow, I couldn't tell how she had snagged the attention of someone in Giovanni’s circle. Giovanni was dangerous, and everyone associated with him would be too.Behind the playful façade that Theo was trying to portray, he was as dangerous as Giovanni, so I didn't think her groom would be anything less.Christie, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind about the company her husband kept, or maybe she was used to it all ready and prepared to live with such.She straightened from where she was sitting in front of the vanity mirror—we had left the celebration outside to check her o
LILITH POVI was down in about thirty minutes, meeting with Giovanni at the dining.His attention snapped to mine as soon as I stepped into the room, and a small smile adorned his lips. His eyes appraised me slowly, from my head to my toes, and then he gave a gentle nod as if he approved of my look.It was a below-the-knee golden sequined dress with a wrap-around skirt and a low-cut v-shaped neckline featuring an open back. It was sleeveless as well and showed a great deal of skin, from my cleavage to my back.I had thought it too casual and assumed Giovanni would disapprove, not like I'd have changed into something else if he had asked me to anyway. Besides, I believed it was my overall appearance, not just the dress itself.My hair, or rather the wig I was wearing, was curled at the tip; I had done my makeup, making it even bolder than usual but not overdoing it so I wouldn't appear like a weirdo.Before I stepped out of the room, I had caught my reflection in the mirror. I didn't e