She always belonged to him….and now he’s ready to claim her. Intimidating, ruthless Italian mafia boss has one motive in his life, to avenge the death of his parents. His ruthless pursuits of success and vengeance leave no room for love in his heart. He has never been emotionally involved with anyone. Ever. Until he met her. Little did he know how one encounter with her would alter the course of his existence. Sadie Quintin, torn from the warmth of her loved ones, held captive in the clutches of malicious forces unknown. Never in her wildest dreams could she have fathomed the winding path her life would follow. Never could she have anticipated that a single choice would shatter her existence, leaving shards of her past scattered in its wake. Yet, amidst the wreckage, she clings to a fervent determination to find solace in the very essence of life itself... even within the icy depths of the man she once betrayed.Silvio Salvatore. She was never supposed to fall for him, but she d
A fiery storm brewed within Silvio's gaze, his eyes ablaze with a tempest of fury. Silas clasped onto my arms, his grip growing ever tighter, as Silvio's searching gaze followed the path of Silas's touch. I could sense the grinding of his teeth, and witnessed a deep well of loathing fill his eyes, like a piercing flame.“Guards!” Silas shouted loudly, causing me to startle at the sound of his voice. I kept my gaze fixed on Silvio's face while he simmered with anger and a group of men closed in around us. I felt a lump form in my throat as I assessed the predicament we were in. Silvio was at a clear disadvantage, and Alejandro approached Silas with a manic grin on his face.“Give me the girl,” he said and Silas shook his head. His eyes were on Silvio as he said. “She’s coming with me.” With his words, he jerked me to him as his arm slid from my bicep to my waist and he squeezed as Silvio roared. “Don’t fucking touch her.” He said calmly, too calmly. And my eyes shed tears as Silas sm
“The deal is closed.” He said evenly. I stare at him as he closed the file and his sharp blue eyes snapped to me. He looked same terrifying man I met last week. A muscle pulsed in my jaw. If we didn't have a long history together, his life would already have been mine. “It was nice working with you, Mr Salvatore.” He said extending his hand as I take it. My cold smile told him how little I cared. “I’m sure you weren’t very mortified. Now, why don’t we set aside the business for a second and focus on the matter at hand?” I said leaning forward. He considered my words for a moment and nodded. The atmosphere shifted with the change of a new topic. “By all means, Mr Salvatore.” Maverick didn’t bat an eye. His ‘Mr Salvatore’ irked my ears like a nail dragging on metal. “Go right ahead,” I said smoothly. Maverick gave me a wry look. “The Anderson’s business is on hold for the past six months. Since the blast, there is no investment, no partnership, and no involvement in armoury or ship
"One black coffee, please. No sugar." "Anything else?" "No. That’ll be all." "Please, wait." I let out a sigh as I realized that this was not a good decision. I knew I shouldn't be here, fully aware of the consequences that awaited me. However, I couldn't shake this overpowering emotion. Despite my best efforts and countless attempts, it persisted. It was a presence that I could sense but never grasp, similar to a distant breeze. At times, it was soothing and comforting, but more often than not, it was destructive and chaotic like a ravaging storm, obliterating any semblance of emotions I tried to hold onto, forcing me to endure.However, today I was experiencing a sense of restlessness. The mirror's reflection confirmed this, displaying my pale complexion, disheveled appearance, and signs of trauma - evident through my fidgeting fingers and shaky breath. The thoughts that had accumulated over the past few months overwhelmed my mind, suffocating me and trapping me in a self-cre
“Pack these.” Shuffling through my pocket for a very familiar black card, I passed the groceries to the cashier. “How much?” I asked withdrawing it from my pocket. “Two thousand. Card or-“ the kind-looking young woman started packing while typing the bill. I watched and looked around. I had been coming here regularly for the past seven months. This place was my end point, one step away from the downtown convenience store, and Silas would threaten to chain me. “Card, please.” I handed over the card to her as she swipe it. Silas had given me his black card, and I had not used it once. But today, I was out of money. So, to prepare breakfast for him, I had to use his money. “Have a good day.” She handed me a card and grocery bag and waved at me. I smiled. It was nice to be here. The hustle-bustle of people and the lively environment. It was early in the morning so I didn’t bother to dress up, only wearing my pyjamas and a loose emerald sweater that Silas brought for me last month. He s
In the blink of an eye, a moment unfolded before me, engulfing my senses in a fantasy world that seemed to transcend the boundaries of reality. My once mundane existence shattered, I found myself utterly convinced that I had stumbled into a world of dreams. Yet, with an intangible mental pinch, the gravity of the situation gripped my soul, affirming that the inexplicable figure reflected in the mirror was not a mere illusion, but an astonishing embodiment of an alternate version of myself.I hadn’t gotten a good look at my surroundings lately, not because I didn’t want to but because I had little time left to get ready for the party Silas thought would bring me happiness. I was still not fully convinced if he was planning to expose himself to the public after playing dead for seven months, but like Silas, his plans were mischievous. Silas had complimented me many times on how ‘beautiful’ I looked in the cool shades and it wasn’t surprising that he had prepared a cerulean blue floor-l
Awareness that his arm was wrapped around my waist as we entered the grand fancy-looking hall flushed through me at the hint of his possessiveness in his actions. A start strand of my hair whisked through the waves and fell upon my forehead. But I couldn’t bring myself to tuck it behind my ear as my lips were sealed shut and my body taut. The way we entered the venue had the attention of most of the people gathered around, some in circles discussing and while others scattered all over the place–just like my stray thoughts. Silas led us to the middle of the floor, the movement was languorously whisper-light, but the hairs stood at the back of my nape at the awareness that we were so close to each other. My body trembling–and that did not have anything to do with the glacial breeze of the night. Silas slowly turned me to him, his hand on my waist shifting to the bareness of my back. I stilled, not liking the way my body reacted. His whiskey-neat fiery eyes glistened with something cra
I was so stunned and disoriented that I couldn’t move for a second. And by the time I did, I was already backing away. My mouth parted as I took several short breaths, and my eyes widened. My broken ankle burned with every step and I struggled to breathe as I recognised the steel gaze and hard features of the man in front of me. Silvio Salvatore.My destruction.And he was frenetic.Tears of panic and bitter frustration rolled down my face as his piercing gaze send my thoughts into turmoil. The music faints in the distance, the speaking lights coming from the event darkening my vision of him. Now that he was in front of me, I realised he was the same man who snatched my life, my career, my friends, and my freedom from me. My stomach rolled with nausea but worst of all was the suffocating sensation in my heart, the awful sensation that I couldn’t get enough oxygen. I took deep breaths to fight it, but it only worsened. His voice was low. “Come here.” I was so startled that I just bl
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