Ah, darkness, my old friend... You know, when I first started writing, I was all about the darkest stuff imaginable—like, seriously twisted, psychopathic stuff. But as time went on, I realized I needed to give my characters some redeeming qualities if I wanted readers to connect with them, you know? Yet, here I am, writing this chapter, and it feels like I've gone back to my teenage years, where I'd concoct the most messed-up things the main guy could do to the main girl. But trust me, this version is like child's play compared to the crazy stuff I wrote six or seven years ago. Do comment on the chapter!!!! xoxo
Marco»»»◈«««"Lilianna Sofia Bruno, twenty-three years old, daughter of Sanrino Bruno," Alessandro said, his voice steady as he gave me the background check on Lilianna and her brothers. "She attended a prestigious high school in Miami before her father forcibly relocated her back to Naples. During her time in the US, she lived with her brother Samuele and her half-brother Grabriele, along with Emilio Bruno, their Uncle." Twenty-three? Twenty-fucking-three?! My blood boiled with rage. If she's twenty-three now, that means she must have been nineteen when I met her four years ago. My mind raced, piecing together the puzzle of her deceit. So she lied about her age, about her address. My fists clenched in anger. Threw away her phone the second she stepped out of my apartment, and then just fucking disappeared. The realization hit me like a sledgehammer, fueling the flames of resentment burning within me. Of course. What else would you expect from a woman of their family? I wonder what
Lilianna»»»◈«««I woke up with a start, shooting up into a sitting position. My hand instinctively reached for my face. God, that had been the worst nightmare ever—I froze as I saw a picture almost the size of the wall.No, no, please, not this...The dull ache at the back of my head surged back with full force, accompanied by the familiar burn behind my eyes.I scanned the dimly lit, unfamiliar bedroom, the only light was coming from the nightstand lamp beside me.My gaze snapped back to the picture on the wall. Marco Costello walked through a sea of white rose petals, his arm wrapped around Amy Costello—his beloved deceased wife. She laughed in the picture, while Marco wore a simple smile, yet his eyes brimmed with adoration as he gazed at her, and it stung.It was as if I could feel the weight of their love radiating from the photograph, mocking me with its permanence.With a heavy sigh, I buried my face in my hands, feeling the weight of exhaustion pressing down on me. How could
Lilianna»»»◈«««Before I could even blink, his iron grip closed around my wrist, squeezing so tightly it felt like my bones might snap. A sinister grin crept across his face, twisting his features into a mockery of amusement, "Big mistake..." With a rough grasp, he hoisted me off the ground, his grip bruising my arms as he ignored my startled gasp. I clung to him out of necessity, the pressure of his hold leaving me no choice but to wrap my arms tightly around his neck as he walked towards the bedroom with purposeful strides.My eyes widened in terror, my throat dry with fear as he threw me onto the bed. The impact sent shockwaves through my body, almost bouncing me off the mattress from the sheer force of his actions. I scrambled onto my elbows, a surge of adrenaline fueling my movements as I hastily shuffled backward on the bed, putting as much distance between myself and him as possible.Panic seizing every fiber of my being as I recoiled from him. My breath came in ragged gasps.
Lilianna»»»◈«««His hand trailed down my back before grazing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I instinctively squeezed my knees together, but his grip forced them apart, his touch feeling invasive and violating.Hopelessness felt like a heavy weight pressing down on me, making it difficult to fight back. I tried to push against the overwhelming sense of defeat, but it seemed like an impossible task. Each breath became a struggle, each moment a battle to hold on to the little hope I had left.Then a thought crossed my mind like a dark shadow, tempting me with the idea of simply surrendering. Maybe if I mentally checked out, it would be easier to endure whatever he had planned. If I could disconnect my mind from my body, perhaps the pain would be more bearable. After all, once he was done with me, he would leave, if only for the night. But even as the idea lingered, I couldn't bring myself to fully accept it. "Stop," I pleaded, writhing beneath him, my efforts to push him away fu
Lilianna»»»◈«««Last night was a sleepless torment. The mere thought of Marco sharing the same bed kept me wide awake, staring at the ceiling with a sense of dread gnawing at my insides. Every creak of the bed, every rustle of the sheets, felt like an opening to another assault.I remained on edge, my senses heightened, listening for the slightest movement from his side of the bed. As his alarm went off, I kept my eyes closed, feigning sleep as Marco stirred awake. I listened intently as he went through his morning routine, the sound of his shower and the shuffle of his clothes punctuating the silence of the room. Only when I heard the click of the door signaling that he was gone did I dare to open my eyes, relief washing over me momentarily.With Marco out of the room, I finally dared to leave the bed, my limbs heavy with exhaustion. I dragged myself over to the closet, unsure if I even had suitable attire to wear in this unfamiliar place. Opening the wardrobe, I was greeted by its
Lilianna»»»◈«««"How do I do that?" I asked for the umpteenth time as Mrs. Moore tried her best to not lose her patience."Have you truly never cleaned anything in your entire life?" she sighed, her disappointment palpable, as if my incompetence had somehow exceeded her already low expectations.I folded my arms across my chest. "Why are you giving me that look? Seriously, Mrs. Moore? If a man were standing here, would you have questioned him with the same disbelief? Why is it so astonishing that I, as a woman, have never cleaned anything in my life? I've always had maids attending to everything around me; I never had to lift a finger."Her eyes softened, a hint of sympathy seeping into her gaze. "I understand, Ms. Lilianna," she replied gently, "But you must learn to be self-reliant, regardless of your upbringing. Life can throw unexpected challenges, and knowing how to handle them is important, maid or no maid." "Fine," I grumbled, reluctantly taking the rag from her hand and wipin
Lilianna»»»◈«««My heart leaped into my throat, and I nearly ducked behind the kitchen counter. I thought we were done with him. I thought he was dead. Wasn't he supposed to be gone for good? Uncle Emilio assured me he took care of it, he took care of him. He was dead, yet here he was, laughing with Marco. I cringed at the sight, my hands curling into fists, I never wanted to lay eyes on that creep again.Mrs. Moore frowned at me, "What's the matter?"I shook my head, "Nothing, I just feel a bit tired. I think I'll go lie down for a while."Her expression grew concerned, "I'm sorry, Lilianna, but you can't..."My eyes widened, "Why?""Mr. Costello specifically requested your presence at dinner tonight..." she explained apologetically, "You are supposed to be one of the servers tonight." "Serve?" I questionedMrs. Moore looked uncomfortable as she continued, "He wants to make sure you understand your place in this household." I felt a knot form in my stomach. "Understood," I replied,
Lilianna»»»◈««« He shot a furious glare back towards the dining hall. "What the fuck was that? Are you fucking five years old? He insulted your family, and you smashed his dinner into his face?!" he nearly shouted, his eyes blazing with anger.I stayed quiet, meeting his glare with one of my own. He didn't bother to ask if there was a reason behind my actions, just jumped straight to labeling me as angry and irrational. He didn't even bother to ask for my side of the story."I won't tolerate this kind of behavior, Lilianna," he said, his voice low and controlled, but there was an undercurrent of warning in his tone. "You embarrassed me in front of my guests." He stepped closer to me, the floor seemed to vibrate beneath his weight, drawing my attention to his powerful presence. I couldn't help but notice the subtle flex of his jaw, the way his muscles rippled beneath the fabric of his suit, tailored to perfection. His scent, a heady combination of cedarwood and musk, enveloped me. I
Marco »»»◈««« My life had taken a wild turn, and I was loving every damn second of it. Ever since Lilianna got pregnant, her sex drive went through the roof. I was on-call two times a day, making sure my dick was ready whenever she needed it. Despite her long hours on set, she always had time for me, and I wasn’t complaining. She had this thing for spicy food now. She’d eat it, then cry because it burned, and I'd laugh my ass off while comforting her. Nights were the best. Sliding under the covers, I’d press my hand against her swollen belly, feeling our daughter move. Elena Rose Costello. I chose the name and had the nursery decked out with everything she’d need. I knew it was a girl; I could feel it in my bones. Lilianna would tease, “What if it’s a boy? Are you going to dress him up in all that pink?” I didn’t care. I knew it was my little girl. I was damn certain. Just like I was damn certain I was blessed. Just like I was damn certain I was in love. Just like I was dam
Dear Beautiful Readers, Thank you so much for coming along on this wild and emotional ride with the Costello family. Writing this book has been an incredible journey, and I'm thrilled to have shared it with you. Your support and enthusiasm mean the world to me. Knowing that you've connected with the characters and their stories keeps me going, even during the toughest writing days. I hope you've enjoyed every twist and turn, and that the story has left you eager for what's to come. Your feedback and love for the book are truly appreciated. Don't forget to leave a 5-STAR REVIEW on the book's main page. Please. Please. Please (In Sabrina Carpenter's voice) It inspires me to keep creating and bringing these complex, intense tales to life. I'm beyond excited to bring you one last wild ride with the Costello family in "Mafia Men VI: Alessandro's Games." Get ready for all the drama, excitement, angst, spice and dark twists as we dive into Alessandro's world. I can't wait to share
Lilianna »»»◈««« I stepped out of the limousine, the blinding flashes of cameras immediately assaulting my senses. The red carpet stretched out before me like a river of fire, leading to the grand entrance of the theater. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of excitement and nerves, as I took a deep breath and squared my shoulders. This was it. My first movie premiere. I smoothed the skirt of my gown, a shimmering emerald green that Marco had picked out for me. It hugged my curves perfectly, making me feel like a Hollywood starlet from a bygone era. As I walked, the fabric flowed around my legs, giving me a sense of grace and confidence. “Lilianna! Over here!” “Lilianna, who are you wearing tonight?” “Lilianna, how does it feel to be here?” The voices of the reporters and photographers blended into a cacophony of noise, but I forced myself to smile and wave, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach. Marco was just a few steps behind me, his strong hand resting gently on m
Lilianna »»»◈««« I held Marcello tightly in my arms as we stepped out of the car, my heart pounding. I glanced nervously at Marco, uncertain how everyone would react to meeting Marcello. Samuele, Gabriele, Amalia, and Rio stood waiting inside our grand estate. Marcello's eyes widened in shock as he took in the sight of the massive house. "Whose home is that?" he asked in Italian. I knew it would take time for him to learn English so he could talk with the other kids here. I was determined to teach him everything myself. Marco stepped up beside me, gently brushing his hand against his cheek, "It's ours," he said. "You live here?" Marcello's eyes were filled with disbelief. I nodded, trying to infuse my voice with as much softness as I could muster, "We do, and from now on, this will be your home too." The way Marcello stared at the estate broke my heart. The images of his previous life flashed through my mind. I vowed to erase those memories, to give him a fresh st
Marco »»»◈««« The limo came to a halt outside Cala del Leone, the final surprise I had planned for her. The secluded private beach lay just outside Florence, hidden away from the world. We stepped out into the cool night air, the sound of the waves crashing softly against the shore. A table was set up near the water’s edge, decorated with flickering candles and fresh flowers. The ocean stretching out endlessly under the moonlight. Lilianna turned to me, her eyes questioning. "What’s this?" I took her hand, guiding her to the table. "Our honeymoon," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I pulled out a chair for her, and she sat down, her gaze never leaving mine. We were greeted with a bottle of Dom Pérignon champagne, a private Michelin-starred chef preparing our dinner, and a live orchestra playing beautiful pieces just for us. As we settled in, I poured the champagne, the bubbles rising in the glass like tiny stars. The first course was served, and we began to eat.
Marco »»»◈««« I held her hand, her delicate fingers interlaced with mine, and on her face was a happiness I had never seen before. She seemed truly happy and at peace. And honestly, so was I. After such a long and excruciating time, I finally felt at peace, like I was finally back home after I had been missing for years. Even though I had just met Marcello, I felt an intense connection to that little man, a feeling stronger than anything I had ever experienced. The last time I felt this enchanted by someone was when I first met his mother. He had the same captivating charm, the kind that draws you in, just like his mother. I’m a father. Damn, I’m a father, and I have been for the past five years, almost six if you count Lilianna's pregnancy. And I never knew. All this time, even without knowing about him, it doesn't change the fact that I was a father. An adorable boy, carrying my father's legacy, my legacy... I couldn't wait to teach Marcello everything I knew, guide him, an
Lilianna »»»◈««« The sight of him hit me like a punch to the gut. His small frame, fragile and vulnerable, the wide eyes full of innocent fear that twisted my heart. Those same blue eyes, unforgettable and haunting, locked onto mine after a quick, seeking glance at Betty. Each heartbeat felt like an eternity as I watched him take tentative steps forward, clutching a stuffed giraffe as if it were his only shield against the world. His eyes, flickering between Betty, me, and Marco, scanned us up and down. Betty knelt before him, her grip firm on his small arms. "Francesco," she said gently, "this lady and her husband are our friends. They are here to take us away, to help us. Now go, greet them while I pack a bag, she told him and he nodded. As he walked closer to me, every instinct screamed at me to scoop him up, to hold him tight. Tears welled up, blurring my vision. I fought the urge and knelt down, forcing a smile. "Hello, Francesco..." For a moment, he hesitated. Then, with a
Lilianna »»»◈««« I knocked on yet another door, each impact sending sharp stings through my bruised knuckles. My fingers throbbed, raw from the relentless pounding, but I couldn't stop. Marco and I had vowed to scour every house in this neighborhood. The door creaked open, revealing a middle-aged woman with suspicious eyes. Her frown deepened as she took me in, "Cosa vuoi?" she demanded. ("What do you want?") I held up a photograph of Beatrice Berlusconi, my voice trembling with hope. "Hai visto questa donna? Sai dove abita?" I asked. ("Have you seen this woman? Do you know where she lives?") She squinted at the picture through her glasses, her gaze sharpening as she continued talking in Italian, "Oh, that's Betty..." Relief washed over me, a powerful tide that nearly knocked me off balance. Marco stepped forward, his presence grounding me as he placed a steadying hand on my back. "Can you tell us where she is?" His voice was calm, but the tension in his grip showed his impatien
Lilianna »»»◈««« "We're never going to find him, are we?" I murmured, my voice barely rising above a whisper as I leaned heavily against the crumbling wall of the grimy alley in Le Piagge. I scanned the filthy surroundings, the stench of decay and neglect assaulting my senses. Trash littered the narrow passage, and the flickering streetlights cast eerie shadows that danced on the graffiti-covered walls. A rat scurried across my path, disappearing into the darkness. My heart sank further. How could a child survive here? The thought gnawed at me. While I lived in my mansions and penthouses, my son was out there, walking these streets. Fear clutched my heart. Marco's fingers brushed my cheek, and I flinched, recoiling from his touch. Since that night with Kason and Anna, a chilling dread had settled deep within me. Any contact from Marco now made my skin crawl, dragging me back to those moments of utter helplessness. I couldn't forget how powerless I felt as Anna ruthlessly ended