Two years... it felt like an eternity. As we all sat around the dining table, with Silvio as always beside me and Dad along with Olivia on opposite sides. Micah sat beside me with Dante to his left. None of us said anything when Alfred served us. I kept stealing glances at Dad and Olivia now and then, still shaken up and shocked. But as much as I looked at them, my heart filled with wholesome joy. “How are you, Dad?” I asked, my voice betraying the shock that still lingered. He looked up from his plate, his green eyes briefly met mine before he bobbed his head. “I’m fine…the surgeries went well.” I swallowed, and couldn’t bring myself to ask about the cancer. When he noticed my lowered eyes, he continued. “I’m receiving radiation therapy and chemotherapy from the world’s best doctor. Don’t worry I’ll be fine before you know.” He gave me a gentle smile. The spoon in my hand felt cold as I processed his words. “And the money?” Dad’s eyes moved to Silvio who ate in silence with his
I could sense it. Even felt it seeping down my skin as his fingers unconsciously played with the fabric of my jeans. The warmth penetrated my flesh from his touches. I couldn’t resist him. And he knew it. Silvio swept his gaze over to me. “Aren’t you tired?”“I…I guess.” Alfred, aiuta gli ospiti a entrare e assicurati che siano a loro agio.” Silvio said in Italian with his deep gravelly voice. Alfred bowed his head. He then turned his attention back to me, the corners of his lips curling up into a faint smile I couldn’t comprehend. “Shall we?” I hated how his both English and Italian accents did things to me. I glanced at Papa and Olivia. “If you need anything, tell me please.” Papa nodded while Olivia helped him up. He looked healthier than before but he was not fully recovered. Alfred guided them down to the left wing of the mansion as I watched with lingering anticipation. Dante soon took his leave too, saying something about patrolling the areas before sleeping. Micah yawned
The idea of being punished was difficult for me to comprehend, but the notion of disappointing Silvio was even worse. I still felt horrified by the prospect of Silvio punishing me, as I realized that I had openly challenged his authority in front of his subordinates. He would not cease until I humbled myself and begged him to relent.“I’m sorry,” I said, swallowing hard. I knew that it had begun and that I would submit to Silvio. My naked body shivered as his fingers teased my erect nipples. “You don’t know what sorry is,” Silvio whispered in my ear biting the ear love. “But you will be screaming it by the time I’m done with you.” I was a slave for him. I couldn’t control it. I couldn’t hold it. I wouldn’t deny it, and not even try to hide it. I felt my face flame red and I felt my throat get drier. He was still completely in control of himself and though I felt nervous, I nodded my head ready to take whatever he was going to give me. I knew I could not run, couldn’t walk away from
The sun dipped low, casting a warm glow on the patio where Olivia and I sat, sipping tea in companionable silence. The soft clinks of our mugs mingled with the distant hum of evening. Fatigue clung to me after a long day at the clinic, but the familiar comfort of my sister's presence eased the weight. The patio lanterns flickered, painting a tranquil scene, yet beneath it all, a subtle ache lingered, words unspoken between us.It had been two years since I last saw her. And now that she was in front of me, everything was so surreal, a cascade of emotions flooding back in an overwhelming rush.Her once mid-length chestnut locks were chopped off, reaching her shoulder in straight lines. I always envied how her hair was shiny and beautiful, unlike my wavy ones. She looked towards the end of the garden to the cemented pavilion where Silvio stood with Dante and other guards including Seb discussing something. Her green eyes sparkled as they landed on Dante and I narrowed mine. She had
My eyelids fluttered open, and Silvio's face appeared in front of my blurry vision with a blend of worry and relief etched across his features. His hand, cold and steady, pressed against mine as I emitted a low groan, the sound resonating with the delicate rustle of sheets.“Careful.” Silvio's voice reached me, deep and hoarse, grounding my senses. It took a while for the fog to lift, for the threads of memory to weave back together. I fainted. “W…What happened?” I asked with a faint voice. All the strength suddenly left my body. My head was pounding loudly and so was my body aching. There was a faint ache in my lower stomach. My hands instinctively moved as I rubbed the spot. Silvio adjusted the pillows and glared at me. His brows thinned and a scowl rested on his face despite the worry in his eyes. He looked mad. I swallowed. “You tell me what happened? You fainted. The doctor said you had low blood sugar. Tell me, Sadie, are you skipping your meals?” He asked. His voice, usua
True to his word, Silvio let me go to the clinic for the next two days. On the third day, he insisted on driving me to the clinic himself. I let him. Cause there was no negotiating with him. He said he would be picking me up too. He was hell-bent on tracking my every action. Even Margaret was on edge these days. Silvio threatened her to not let me slip lunch. Unlike the two lunch boxes Alfred packed, those turned into three. With lunch boxes exclusively filled with fruits. I rolled my eyes when Margaret commented I had found myself a protective and caring husband. What would she know? I hadn’t found myself a husband, I had found myself a mafia boss who would punish me if these lunch boxes arrived half-empty at home. We were going through the patient’s reports when Margaret’s brows were thinner in confusion.“Did we hire more security?” “I don’t know. Probably Silvio did.” I muttered shrugging my shoulders. Silvio was protective, so it was only natural for him to hire more guards
“I’m fine,” I mumbled my words a feeble whisper that hung heavy with the weight of my inadequacy, feeling a deep sense of pathetically bad as I realized the burden I unwittingly placed on everyone, the air thick with their collective concern.“You don’t look fine,” Olivia said worriedly as Silvio gave me a concerned stare. “Is she sick?” She asked once again. His gaze held a subtle but undeniable concern. Silvio nodded grimly. “Yes, she—”“May be pregnant,” Olivia blurted out suddenly, Silvio and my Dad froze in place with identical looks of shock on their faces.Olivia's words hung in the air, and my eyes widened with a mix of shock and realization. The chatter around us faded into the background as the possibility sank in. A moment of silence passed before I stammered, "Pregnant?" My hand instinctively went to my abdomen, my mind racing with the weight of her words. The world seemed to slow down as the unexpected revelation settled, and a myriad of emotions played across my fac
After I calmed Sadie down and made sure she was comfortable and resting, I grabbed my phone and called Dante. “I’m my office.” My three words were enough to have him moving towards the room. I glanced at Sadie for a moment realising she must be tired and so startled by this sudden news. I was too. And it angered me how she was pregnant for a week or two and I had no idea. And, I just got a call from Nikolai this afternoon that Mitchelle and Alejandro were seen together in one of the political parties among the candidates of the Russian Federation. If and if by any means Mitchelle get into politics, I wouldn’t be able to touch him. He’d have government forces, outnumber me in terms of both men and weapons. He’d be untouchable and power would blind him. The first person he’d come for was me. It was fine as long as it involved me, but now that Sadie was pregnant, I couldn’t risk her or our child. Our child. The anxiety-tinged joy filled my chest again, crowding out the remnants
I guess it hit me harder than I expected because I've been super busy all week. Silvio suggested I take a vacation, but I didn't listen because I'm stubborn. Between looking after Sandro, who's growing up fast, and my job at the clinic, I've been getting tired too quickly.And on top of that, this week was our marriage anniversary. Silvio warned me if I neglected my health one more time, he’d tie me up and lock me in our bedroom. My husband was over-protective ever since I gave birth to Sandro. My pregnancy was tough, in the sixth month, I started feeling nauseous and I was diagnosed with jaundice. My partial depression was the sole reason, I skipped meals, started remaining distant, and barely would talk. I didn’t know how but I was slowly rolling into the pit, not knowing how to deal with all that happened.But Silvio helped me get through all that. He was by my side, in my tough times, when I was riding the low tides. My husband wrapped me in his own darkness and everything else f
Nothing seemed right. The more I tried, the messier it became. Ever since the day Deliah had a panic attack, Silvio and her had been avoiding each other. As much as I wanted, all of this kept getting worse.Not to mention there was no one I could talk to either. Olivia and Dad flew back to the States yesterday. Dante and Micah seemed busier than ever. The security in the mansion was tighter and more cameras were installed. Today I had an appointment with Doctor Rachel. My baby was doing well, he was healthy and that relieved me. These past few days had been so painful and turning I was even scared to close my eyes.Alessandro’s dead eyes still haunted me, but I was learning to cope with all that. Silvio arranged therapy for me despite my refusal, he said my mental health would affect our child and I couldn’t argue.Even with lows, we had highs too. We were closer than ever. He was extra careful with me. We haven’t had sex ever since the plane and that was fine with me. He was giving m
Blood rushed through my veins violently and the need to destroy something- anything intensified. I knew her tactics; she was too transparent to even hide her thoughts. The moment my eyes met hers, I knew what she wanted.The adrenaline that rushed through my body a moment earlier was now slowly subduing, replacing with more volatile things. Emotions. So raw and gut-wrenching that I felt it hitting my heart with force that consumed me gradually.I averted my gaze off her face, focusing on anything or better, I should just leave. Before I destroy us, the things we had some time ago, many years back, many years ago before she let go of me.The room felt oppressively still, mingling with the tension.My back was turned to her, but I could sense her presence, the weight of her gaze bearing down on me. Every muscle in my body was taut, ready for flight or fight, yet her voice had a way of holding me in place.I could feel the emotions rising in my throat, tearing me apart."Your wife is a k
The scream that woke me up was like something out of a horror movie, I swear. It was full-on bloodcurdling, dripping with desperation and terror. It bounced off the walls, echoing through the whole darn house and sending a shockwave of adrenaline coursing through my veins.I shot up in bed, heart pounding like crazy in my chest. The darkness seemed thicker than ever, pressing in on me as I strained to figure out where the scream was coming from.My mind was racing a mile a minute, trying to make sense of it all. But one thing was for sure, whatever was going on, it wasn't good.I was on my feet and out of bed before I even had time to fully wake up. The scream had died down, but my heart was still racing like crazy. Fumbling in the darkness, I reached for the lamp and flicked it on, the sudden brightness momentarily blinding me.My eyes darted around the room, panic rising in my chest as I realized that Silvio wasn't there. The bed was empty, and that fuelled my fear tenfold. Where wa
The aroma of roasted chicken lingered in the air, but it seemed like even the savoury scent couldn't quite dismiss the tension hanging over the dining room. My husband sat across from me, his usual warmth replaced by a distant look in his eyes as he toyed with his fork, avoiding his mother's gaze.I could sense his inner conflict, the desire to bridge the gap with his mother battling against some unseen force keeping him at arm's length. It tugged at my heartstrings, seeing him like this.To break the awkward silence, I cleared my throat and spoke up, hoping to steer the conversation toward safer shores. "So, what names have you guys been tossing around?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood.Relief washed over me as Olivia clapped her hands with enthusiasm. Her sudden burst of excitement seemed to jolt everyone, and I heard Papa chuckling. “Papa and I came up with some names. Do you want to hear?”"Absolutely!" I replied with a grin. “I'd love to." My eyes met Silvio’s for a brief mom
It was dark when we landed. I lead a sleepy Sadie off the plane, and we get in the car to drive home. Micah was her to pick us up. Home. It was strange thinking of this place as home again. It was my home when I was a child, and I hated it. I hated everything about it, from the humid heat to the walls that had us trapped. Where my father was buried and my brother- Sandro. Yet when I got older, I found myself drawn to places just like this—trapped, something that gave me power and control.It took Sadie’s presence here to make me realize I didn’t hate the mansion after all. This place was never the object of my hatred—it was always the person it belonged to.My father.My childhood was what people would trade their souls for, my father was the son of Italy’s most influential man- Lucius Salvatore. My grandfather was a nice man, wealthy and kind. He lost my grandmother when my father was born. And Antonio Salvatore became the reason why Lucius drifted into darkness. For him, my father
He let out a low groan as our lips met. Our tongues intertwined, burning a fire between us. His strong arm pulled me closer, drawing me into his hold, and I could sense the tension building in his powerful body.His breath quickened against my lips, matching the rapid beat of my own heart. And the kiss deepened, becoming almost primal as if he couldn't get enough of me. Each movement sent a shiver down my spine, my body responding eagerly to his touch.With every touch, every kiss, the desire just grew stronger, the hunger consuming us both. Nothing else mattered except the electric connection we shared, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body."Hands on the table. Now." His voice carried a low, almost predatory edge, causing a shiver to run down my spine as he abruptly broke away from our kiss and rose to his feet. With a firm grip, he pulled me up from my seat, leaving me momentarily speechless.Before I could utter a word, his fingers closed around my wrist, harshly turn
The jet took off, and Dante checked the security once again. Silvio's mother was in the cabin in front, I offered to sit with her, but she refused. I had barely talked to her, but she seemed like a nice woman. For the next hour, I sat in silence, nibbling on my fruits and sipping my coffee. Silvio seemed engrossed in his emails, so I chose not to disturb him. Instead, I tried to lose myself in the scenery unfolding outside the window as we soared over the London countryside. But no matter how hard I tried to focus, my mind kept drifting, my thoughts wandering off with every blink.Sitting there felt surreal, almost out of place. It was as if we were in a bubble, untouched by the horrors we had just endured. It was hard to believe that mere moments ago, we had faced terror and torture, yet here we were, seemingly unscathed, flying above the peaceful landscape below. As if I hadn't ended a man's life in cold blood, the memory of his death haunting me with every passing moment. As if I
My hands shook. The more I tried to keep myself calm, the worse it was getting. I didn’t know how or when, but when I woke up, I found myself being held by two nurses as they injected me with Diazepam. There were blurry images in my head, so horrifying and disturbing I didn’t know if it was reality or just my imagination.“Do you want me to call your husband?” I shook my head. That would only make things worse. He would ask me questions and again, I wouldn’t be able to answer. How would I when I was clueless myself? I thought with time these nightmares would fade, but it was getting worse. This time I saw the mangled body of our unborn child, his eyes gauged out and blood spilling everywhere.The terror seeping through me was unwavering, I… I felt so scared.The fright crept through my veins like icy tendrils, freezing every ounce of courage within me. My heart raced, a frantic drumbeat echoing in my chest, while my breaths came in shallow gasps, barely enough to sustain me. The darkn