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I just can’t wrap my head around why Dad wants to make things right with Papa. Even after everything that’s happened—the suffering, the hurt—he still wants to make peace. How can he just forget all the pain and suffering Papa caused him? It’s honestly strange how people can forgive the heart that breaks theirs, even when the other person shows no sign of remorse or understanding of the damage they’ve done.Richie and I are really trying to hammer out our thoughts, trying to make sense of this whole twisted situation. It’s clear that Dad has a history I’m completely in the dark about. The more I think about it, the more I realize I’m drawing a blank on Dad’s memories. I mean, I barely know anything about his mafia past—just that chaotic attack on my sixteenth birthday, and that’s it. It’s frustrating to think that there’s this whole part of his life that I’ve never been let in on.My mind is racing with so many thoughts, and I suddenly shout, "Damnit! I can’t remember a thing!" Frustra
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Maybe I shouldn’t yell at Richie, but maybe it’s necessary- maybe that was all I needed to do to feel better— I do feel slightly better yelling my lungs out and speaking my mind, at least now Richie sees and knows the anger I hold inside. Now he knows how much this whole thing is creeping inside of me and I just hate it. But regardless, I can’t shake the thought of me yelling at him, I kinda feel bad for doing that and saying all those things. However, I can’t blame myself; everything I said was true. Not all relationships deserve a second chance, especially not the one between Papa and Dad. I don’t know if they consider themselves best friends or brothers, but whatever it is should die the very day Papa makes the plan to kill Mom. Even though he doesn’t take action, he compels someone else to do it and has no good intentions towards Dad and the whole family.Dad should never try to fix things with him. The Maranzano family is evil; the moment you try to do something with them, it tur
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He practically screeches, "As much as I hate to admit it, I think you should write Alex’s name in the book because he gave Kai an edited footage, this is not the original!" "What!" I exclaim, trying to wrap my head around what he just says."It’s cut; this is not original footage," he replies, rewinding the video to show me what he means. I stare at the screen and realize Richie is right."Oh my god!" I gasped trying to hold grip of my emotions. I can’t believe this. I guess this is the reason why I wasn’t able to get anything from the footage, it’s been cut. "Are you sure Alex gives this to Kai? Did you see him hand over the footage?" he asks."Yes, he does give it to him. Alex is in charge of all security unit operations, so yes, he gives the footage to Kai.""I don’t know, Rach, but something just isn’t adding up. It’s hard to believe anyone right now. This is getting way more complicated than I think," he says."Yeah, I know but at this moment I know who is behind this, it’s Ale
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Even though I really want to tell Richie about the diamond, something inside me holds me back as I think it over. I pause to consider the consequences, feeling the weight of my decision pressing on me. After a moment of deliberation, I ultimately decided to be honest with him; I figure there isn’t much worse that could come from sharing this information. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves, and say, "The diamonds are incredibly important and holds immense power. Dad has shared so much with me about it, especially how dangerous it can be if it ends up in the wrong hands.""What do you mean?" he asks, his curiosity clearly piqued.I continue, feeling the urgency of my words. "These aren’t just ordinary diamonds, Richie. They are keys that can unlock doors to a whole new realm of either evil or good, depending on who gains access to them. I don’t know who initially discovers the diamonds, but Dad insists he is the one who found them, and he’s dedicated countless hours to stu
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Richie and I work tirelessly, pouring over every detail to uncover who’s behind the whole kidnapping case. The information I’ve managed to gather from just a few hours with Richie feels more valuable than anything the authorities would have provided. I honestly can’t wrap my head around why they’re dragging their feet on this; usually, with my connections and authority, it doesn’t take long to get to the bottom of things and set everything right. But now, it feels like time has frozen for them, and their effort just isn’t enough. Despite this frustration, I’m convinced I made the right choice teaming up with Richie."Okay, so who are Ezra’s enemies?" Richie asks, his brow furrowed in thought.I take a moment to think it over before I reply, "First, it’s you. Then there’s that Italian mafia dad who was eliminated ages ago. But honestly, I don’t think he poses any real threat now; he and his family are way downtown and far removed from the country, so I doubt they’re involved in this me
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I can’t deny that today turned out to be a lot better than I originally thought it would be. I was bracing myself for a day filled with chaos and frustration, expecting it to be one of the most awful days ever. But to my surprise, it’s actually been quite easygoing. There’s a sense of comfort in knowing that I’m making progress in finding Dad and securing his safety. The thought of finally seeing him face to face again fills me with anticipation and hope. I can’t wait for that moment to arrive.As I pulled up to my mansion, the familiar routine unfolded; my security opened the car door, and I stepped out, the cool night air brushing against my skin. I walk toward the house, only to be met by an eerie silence and darkness that envelops me. A sense of emptiness washed over me and I knew that if Dad had been around, it wouldn’t have been silent and he and I would have been at the home theater watching the sitcom Friends. But now that he’s not here, it’s almost as if the whole place lost
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As I step inside my house, I take a moment to freshen up, washing away the day's stress. I change into my favorite comfortable outfit, a soft nightgown that feels like a warm hug. Tying my hair up into a ponytail, I settle back at my desk, determined to dive into Dad’s case. I open the thick book, flipping through the pages, trying to navigate the intricate process laid out before me. I double-check everything, making sure I haven’t missed a single detail. Deep down, I know I haven’t overlooked anything, but I need that reassurance. I can’t afford to mess this up; the stakes are too high, and I want to wrap this up as quickly as possible.The sooner Dad comes back into my life, the better it will be for me. It’s been more than three days now, with tomorrow marking yet another day without him. It’s hard to articulate just how tough it is to live with the knowledge that he’s out there somewhere, not safe. The thought weighs heavily on my heart, and I genuinely worry about his well-being
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Dad always says that diamonds are the root of both good and evil, and if they end up in the wrong hands, they could destroy the entire universe. I never really grasped what he meant until he led me through a dark tunnel that opened up to a brilliant light- one that I’d never seen before. As we made our way down the long hallway, our footsteps echoed loudly, emphasizing how isolated we were in this place. The darkness was so thick that I felt compelled to hold onto Dad's hand tightly, trusting him to guide me through the door ahead. It was the darkest yet somehow the safest place I had ever been in. There are no securities around but I feel safe and I could feel invincible eyes on me making it clear that the place is solid safe and protected from all evil people. Despite the place being dark, Dad reassured me that we didn’t need a flashlight because he was familiar with every corner of this mysterious location. He explained that using a beam of light could alert anyone lurking in the
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~ RICHIE’S POVWatching her sleep is something I would never forsake- I love it. I think of it as a small bonus from having the best night and the best sleep then you wake up to watch the best woman in your life sleep- It feels like a bonus to me. A sweet, sexy bonus.As I keep watching Rachel sleep, I can’t help but smile. Her peaceful expression makes my heart swell with love. I really love her and I love that I get to spend my days with her but that’s not all I want. I want to spend the rest of my life with her and I want her to always be there with me. The thought of having Rachel all to myself for life fills me with excitement. I wish I could just marry her right now and make her mine forever. That idea strikes me like a bolt of lightning, and I can’t help but wonder if I should really consider proposing. Sure, it feels a bit soon, but what’s the point of being together if it’s not to build a future and spend the rest of our lives together?My thoughts come to a gentle stop when
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After dinner, Richie and I walk them out of the house, exchanging warm goodbyes and promises to get together again soon. As we close the door behind them, I feel a sense of satisfaction from the evening. Just as I’m about to head to the dining area to tackle the mountain of plates, Richie suddenly grabs my hand, pulling me closer to him. He wraps his arms around me from behind, planting soft kisses along my neck. "You’re not going anywhere," he whispers, his breath sending shivers down my spine as he kisses my neck again."The dishes won’t wash themselves, you know," I tease, trying to keep the mood light.He chuckles softly, his voice low and playful. "The dishes can wait, but I can’t." With that, he turns me around, and I find myself gazing into his eyes, which sparkle with mischief. He smiles, leaning in closer, and presses his lips against mine with a tenderness that feels electric. It’s soft and delicate, like the flutter of butterfly wings, lingering just long enough for me to i
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It had been two weeks since Richie and I got together, and every single moment felt like pure bliss. I absolutely loved having him around; it seemed like every second was filled with joy and warmth. There was nothing that could make my life better than that. The peace and happiness I found in our relationship were incredible, and I could see that he was just as happy too. It felt like we had created our own little paradise together.After we decided to let go of everything that was weighing us down, we also made the choice to part ways with the diamonds. They couldn’t be destroyed, but they could definitely be hidden, and we made sure they were tucked away safely so they wouldn’t complicate our lives. I didn’t want anything causing drama or risking the relationships with the people I cared about most. It was high time I focused on living a good life, free of worries, and just enjoyed the love I had with Richie.At that moment, I was in the kitchen preparing a warm dinner for my guests
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I’ve never felt as scared as I am right now. Seeing a box filled with my things shatters my heart. It feels like Richie has intentionally packed my belongings, wanting to cut me out of his life completely. He doesn’t need me anymore. I know what it means when someone puts the other’s things in a box—they want to get rid of them, and it’s clear he doesn’t love me anymore. Tears well up in my eyes as my heart pounds heavily in my chest. I can’t understand why Richie is doing this, why he wants me gone. With my eyes brimming with tears, I glance at the letter. I open it, and my heart sinks. As I read each word, the pounding in my chest intensifies. The pain is overwhelming, and I can’t wrap my head around it. Why is this happening? Each line leaves me with more questions about what went wrong. Richie and I have had our fights before; we’ve separated but always found our way back to each other. But now, it feels like there’s no coming back. For the first time since we met, it seems like
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I jump into a taxi and give the driver the address, my heart racing with every passing moment. As he starts driving, anxiety washes over me, and I can’t shake the feeling of dread mixed with hope. I really hope Richie is willing to talk because right now, all I can offer is communication—just a chance to express how I feel. I can’t do anything more than that, but I’m really hoping he has room in his heart to take me back. The thought of not having him in my life feels unbearable. It’s like a dark cloud looming over me, and I can’t picture my life without him. The thought of not being with him hurts so much that I can hardly bear the idea of living without him. I’ve thought about it a lot, and honestly, life without Richie feels like just existing on this earth with no joy or purpose at all.When I was leaving, Arthur offered to drive me to Richie, but I turned him down. I really don’t want Richie to think there’s anything between me and Arthur because there isn’t. He’s just someone I
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I don’t waste a single moment as I hurriedly pack my belongings from the room, my heart racing as I step outside. Tomorrow can't come soon enough; I need to meet Richie and make sure everything is on track between us. I can’t afford to lose him again. I’m done with the little arguments, the big blowouts—I'm finished with all of it. It’s time to step up my game and finally do the right thing.As I walk out of the room, dragging my small suitcase behind me, I catch sight of Arthur. He rushes over, concern etched on his face when he notices my bag. "Why do you have a suitcase with you?""I’m leaving," I reply, my eyes scanning the hallway for Rebecca. I need to find her to say goodbye before I go."What!" he exclaims, his voice rising in disbelief. "Why? Did something happen? Is that why you look like you’ve just cried?" He probes, but I keep moving, determined to locate Rebecca. The sooner I find her, the sooner I can leave and meet Richie to mend things between us."Rachel, come on, wh
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I always despise the mafia men, the entire mafia world, and everything that comes with it. I remember the fire in my heart, how fiercely I want to ruin them, to shatter their existence completely. I hurl insults at them, calling them cruel, wicked, and so many other names, never imagining I could ever become one of them, never believing I could sink to that level.But after years of facing harsh realities, I become the very villain I loathe. The villain I refuse to acknowledge, the one I write about in all my stories, always as the antagonist. Tears stream down my face as fear grips me tightly, causing my head to throb and my heart to race uncontrollably. I’m terrified of myself, scared that I’ve morphed into something I never thought I could be—something I’ve always feared. When I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror, I feel a wave of panic wash over me. I can’t bear to look at the person staring back, so I bolt out of the bathroom, as if I’m fleeing from an unseen pursuer.
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Rebecca’s wedding is such a joyful occasion; it is filled with laughter and excitement. The atmosphere is electric, and I find myself having a couple of drinks at the reception. I promise myself I won’t drink, but as I look around and see everyone toasting and enjoying themselves, I can’t resist. I get caught up in the moment and end up having more than I intended."So tell me one fun fact about you, Rachel," Arther asks me while we stand together at the open bar, the music softly playing in the background. We have been chatting for a few minutes, and I really enjoy his company. He’s a cool guy, easy to talk to, and I feel a connection."I don’t have a fun fact," I reply, taking a sip of my drink and trying to think of something interesting."Come on, I know you do," he urges, a playful smile on his face."I don’t really have one, but I guess a fun fact about me is that I can stick my tongue to my nose," I say, feeling a bit silly but also playful."Really?" he asks, clearly intrigued
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I wake up to a loud knock on my door, groaning as I rub my eyes with my hands, trying to shake off the sleep. Slowly, I push myself up from the cozy warmth of my bed, feeling the weight of exhaustion on my shoulders. I shuffle over to the door, open it, and there stands Rebecca, practically glowing with a wide grin plastered across her face. "It’s my wedding day!!" she exclaims, her excitement practically radiating off her. I let out a heavy sigh, a mix of happiness for her and sheer tiredness. I really want to celebrate with her, but all I can think about is how much I need more sleep. So, I start to turn back toward my bed, hoping to catch a few more minutes of rest. But Rebecca, quick as lightning, steps in front of me, her eyes sparkling. "It’s my wedding day!!" she exclaims again, her enthusiasm unwavering. I smile back at her, trying to muster some energy. "I know, and congratulations! But I really need some more time to sleep; I wasn’t able to sleep at all last night," I admit
