"Don't try to escape, Lisa. Be a good girl, and you won't have to be punished for it. From the moment you said yes to me, you became mine… your body and your life belong to me," his baritone voice whispered as his hands slid between my thighs. ** When Lisa Sanders is kidnapped by Alessio DeLuca, a ruthless Mafia boss, she’s thrust into a world of danger, luxury, and deceit. "She thought he was a monster. He thought she was his salvation." But the closer she gets to him, the more she realizes he’s not the monster she imagined. Beneath his cold exterior lies a man haunted by his own demons. In a world of lies, bloodshed, and forbidden love, can they survive the ultimate betrayal?
Lihat lebih banyak(Alessio's POV) "This must be a misunderstanding. Vanessa can't possibly be the spy!" Lisa defended Vanessa for the umpteenth time. The gunshot had startled everyone in the house. They were all fully awake, watching as I tortured Vanessa, who refused to speak. No one was speaking against me; even her own father didn’t dare to say a word. All he did was stand there, watching as I tortured Vanessa in one of the torture rooms inside the house. It was Lisa who kept shouting and defending Vanessa, even after I had told her that she was a spy. "You better stay out of this, Lisa!" I yelled at her, hoping to make her flinch and back off, but she stood her ground, her eyes burning into mine. For the first time since I met her, I wanted her to go back to the way she used to be—terrified and scared whenever she saw me, even if it was just for a moment. She no longer showed a single bit of fear for me. This was what I had always wanted—for her not to be scared of me—but now I wished she co
(Alessio's POV) "Are you sure you're alright?" I asked Lisa a few days later. She nodded her head as she yawned. These past few days, she had constantly complained of being tired, even though all she did was sleep. "Are you sure you don't want me to take you to the hospital?" I asked again, concern lacing my voice. She shook her head in disagreement. "I'm fine, Alessio. It's just a minor sickness. I’ll be fine." "You're sure?" I asked again, even though she had made it clear she was fine. "I'm sure of it. Where's my dad?" she asked. "In his room," I replied. I had allowed her father to stay here all because of her, but I hoped he would get the hint and go back to California. I didn’t like him being in my house, and I couldn't possibly tell him to leave—unless I wanted Lisa to be mad at me. She hadn’t been herself these past few days, and I didn’t want to add to her stress by asking her dad to leave. Thankfully, he understood the kind of man I was, and we rarely spo
(Alessio's POV) I sat at the far end of the nightclub, sipping from my bottle of tequila and smoking through my mouth and nostrils. Lisa and I fought again. We never seem to run out of things to fight about. One minute we’re sweet with each other, and the next, we have something to argue over. Why can’t she understand that I don’t want to get married or have kids? It’s not that I don’t want those things, it’s just that I want to be the last legacy of the Declan mafia world. I wouldn't want my child to go through the same pain and suffering I went through, all because he was next in line to rule the DeLuca Mafia world. My late dad tried to prevent it from happening, but in the end, I became a mafia boss. Just because I have no plans of marrying her or starting a family doesn’t mean I love her less. Can’t we just be happy together? These were the thoughts going through my mind, until a lady wrapped her arms around me. The only thing she was wearing was stilettos, as she was comp
(Lisa's POV) The drive back home was a silent one. I sat in the back seat with my dad instead of the front seat with Alessio. With every passing second, he glanced at me through the rearview mirror, but I pretended not to notice. His words still lingered, and if not for my dad sitting next to me, I would've argued with him again. "Are you okay?" my dad whispered, and I nodded with a smirk. We arrived home, and my dad and I got out of the car, but Alessio didn't. I expected him to blindfold my dad so he wouldn't know the way into of the house, but he just drove off after I got out with my dad. He didn’t say a word to me, and it kind of stung my heart. "Why did he suddenly leave like that?" my dad asked, and I forced a smile so he wouldn't notice the sadness in my eyes. "I'm sure he has something important to do, Dad." "His behavior sucks, Lisa." "That's how he is. He's a mafia boss, remember? They tend to act that way." "I don't like him for you." "I know you don't, and I ca
(Lisa's POV) I stared at my dad, completely shocked to see him in Italy. He, on the other hand, was also shocked to see me, since I had told him countless times that I was working in Japan. "Dad... what are you doing here in Rome?" I asked, my shock evident. He was the last person I would expect to bump into here in Italy. My dad was silent for a while before he finally spoke up. "I came here to visit a friend. I was exploring the beautiful places of Rome when you suddenly bumped into me," he paused and then asked, "What about you, Lisa? What are you doing here? You said you were working in Japan, right? So what are you doing here, and why do you have tears in your eyes?" He fired off so many questions at once. It felt like he was a godsend that heaven had sent to me because right now, I was on the brink of losing my heart from too much pain inflicted by Alessio's words. "Dad," I whimpered, walking closer to him and wrapping my arms around his waist as I sniffled. "Is ever
(Lisa's POV) Alessio and I walked hand in hand as we climbed the hills together. I felt happy about it because even if I didn't say it out loud, people would be able to tell that he was mine. We arrived at the top of the Gianicolo hills, and as usual, there were a few people there to watch the sunset. It was always mesmerising to see the sunset. Alessio and I found a spot, but I was the one who was more thrilled to watch it. He wasn't a lover of sunsets; he had agreed to come because watching the sunset made me happy. "It's about to start," he informed me, and I nodded eagerly. No matter how many times I had watched the sunset, it always felt like the first time, so I always got excited. I had shared a few precious memories with my mom while watching the sunset, which was why it never felt old to me; it always reminded me of her. "Aren't you going to scream like you did before?" he asked, watching me with a smiling face as the sun began to set. I grinned and shook my hea
(Writer's POV) A few days later, Isabella was discharged from the hospital and was brought home by both Lisa and Ivan. Vanessa quickly rushed to her the moment she saw her, pretending to be meek and innocent as always. "Isabella! Where the hell have you been? I was worried about you," she said in an innocent tone, though she wasn't happy to see Isabella. She wished she had ended Isabella's life when she had the chance. "Worried about me?" Isabella scoffed and glared at her. "Were you really worried about me, or were you praying so hard for me to die?" "Isa, don't be mean. Vanessa is only worried about you," Lisa defended Vanessa as always. "It's fine, Lisa. You don't need to defend me. I don't know why she suddenly grew suspicious of me, but I hope one day she believes I'm innocent of what she's accusing me of," Vanessa said and then smiled. "I prepared some food. You should eat," she smiled at Isabella. "No, thanks. You must have poisoned it," Isabella rolled her eyes. "Isa
Isabella groaned in pain as Vanessa stabbed the knife into her back. Vanessa pulled the knife out and tried to stab her again, but despite the pain, Isabella grabbed the blade. The sharp edge cut through her palm, drawing blood. Vanessa, determined to kill her, struggled to overpower her. All she wanted was to eliminate Isabella so no one would suspect her. "Who are you?" Isabella winced in pain, but Vanessa remained silent, knowing Isabella might recognize her voice. Desperate, Isabella tried to remove the mask Vanessa was wearing, but Vanessa fought to keep it on. Their struggle continued until Vanessa finally overpowered her. Vanessa stabbed Isabella again, this time in her stomach, then kicked her hard. Isabella screamed in agony as she crashed to the ground, landing in a pool of her own blood. But Vanessa didn’t care—her only goal was to ensure Isabella didn’t leave this fight alive. She raised the knife to strike again, but then she heard the pounding footsteps of Ales
(Writer's POV) Ivan's eyes slowly opened when he heard a knock on the door. He stretched his whole body, blinking sleepily, before getting up to open the door for whoever was outside. "Isabella?" he yawned, trying to see her clearly. "Can we talk for a few minutes?" she whispered. "Let it wait until tomorrow morning," he replied, attempting to shut the door in her face, but Isabella held it, preventing him from slamming it. "I thought you said you were on your monthly flow. Don’t tell me you changed your mind and want to have sex with me," he said, and Isabella kicked his knee. Ivan pressed his lips together to suppress the pain. "I know I agreed to be friends with benefits with you, but I am not here for sex. It's about Vanessa." "Vanessa?" Ivan uttered, sounding serious. Isabella nodded. "What about her?" he questioned. "Can we talk inside your room? Or should we find a safe place to talk?" she asked, and Ivan opened the door wider, allowing her to enter. "So,
(Lisa's POV) "Are you really sure about this, Lisa?" my dad asked, his tone full of worry, as I placed the last of my clothes into my luggage. "I'm definitely sure about this, Dad. I'm going to Italy," I replied firmly, giving him a determined smile. I wanted him to know I wasn’t going to change my mind. I was heading to Italy to see my boyfriend, Nathan. He had been there for over three months now, and I missed him terribly. Sure, we texted and video-called almost often, but it just wasn’t the same. I missed being with him, holding his hand, and feeling his presence. Three months ago, Nathan told me he needed to go to Italy for work. He said there was a potential client he had to persuade into partnering with him. Nathan owns a wine business in California, but it hasn’t been doing well. The market is competitive, and he struggles to find the right sponsors to take his business to the next level. I’ve always supported him however I could—financially, emotionally, and in every ...
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