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Alessia RossiEven after an hour, my heart was hammering in my chest. I am trying to convince my mind that it was just a dream. But it felt too real to ignore. It was the first time that I had seen a clear face in a dream. The sheets were still damp with my sweat. My fists tightened as I pulled the sheets closer to my trembling body. I had been forcing myself to take slow breaths, but nothing is helping. My heart felt too heavy, and my head was still spinning with all the thoughts. I hugged myself and rested my head on my folded arms, looking outside through the slightly parted curtains. The pain is overwhelming and unbearable. I had always seen silhouettes and blurry images. But today, I saw a clear face, and that has made it even worse. "Nikolai killed your baby, Alessia." Dimitriās words echoed in my head. When Dimitri told me that Nikolai killed the baby, I couldn't believe him. But now, the dream is making me think otherwise. I couldn't believe that Nikolai had killed the b
Trigger warning ~ "Did you kill my baby?" "Yes, I did!" Stunned. Silent. Speechless. Frozen. Terrified. This is what I was after hearing him. Suddenly, he stepped forward and grabbed my face from between his palms. "For me, Alessia, no one has ever been above you before, and no one ever will be. If I have to kill my child for you, I wonāt hesitate again. As I said, I can burn down the whole world for youāI still stand by it." The way my father has loved me and Marco, I can't even imagine someone hurting his child. How could he? My breaths came in ragged gasps. The room began to spin, and my vision became blurry. The only thing I could see was the monster in front of me. Even after confessing to his crime, he dared to look into my eyes. He proves me wrong every time I think he could not stoop lower than this. My fingers trembled as they curled into tight fists. He killed my baby. He took the life that was growing inside me, a life I never got the chance to
Nikolai Moretti Alessia has told me that she hates me many times before, but it has never hurt as badly as it did today. There was something raw and devastating in her voice as she said that. I saw something worse than hatred in her eyes, and it was utter despair for me. She had fought me before, glared at me, spat venomous words at me, and defied me multiple times, but I had never seen her break like this. I have always liked this fiery side of her. I like it when she fights me, not when she shatters. She is my doll. I want her to be strong, not something so fragile. Her eyes were heavy with tearsāthose years she didnāt allow to fall down. She looked up at me as if I were the monster she had spent her whole life running from. And maybe I am. I let her go from my arms when she stumbled back. Keeping her close to me stressed her more than calming her down. When I thought she would breathe and try to compose herself, she started looking for something, and when she couldn
Nikolaiās POV "Boss, Dimitri has escaped." Fuck! My grip on the empty glass tightened. My jaw clenched as I tried to process the guard's words. Dimitri has escaped? How? Rage coursed through my veins, burning hotter than I had ever felt. I was going to punish him cruelly for what he had done to Alessia. But the bastard ran away before I could reach him. Suddenly, my attention shifted when I heard Alessia's laugh. I turned back to her to find her on the floor, laughing like a maniac. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her hands clutching her stomach. The fire in her eyes was back, but not in the way I desired. "You planned this, didnāt you?" I muttered under my breath in a dangerously low voice. Instead of answering me, she simply smirked. One side of her lips curled into a deadly smile. My blood boiled. She helped him. My patience snapped, and I lost control. "Do you have any idea what youāve done?" My voice was barely calm. Her lips parted slightly, but she did
My skull pounded with pain as if tiny needles were piercing every inch of my head. It felt like I had been tossed around and left to rot. My eyelids feel heavy, making it difficult to open my eyes at once. Before I could force them open, a strange scent filled my senses. It was unfamiliar yet oddly refined. Suddenly, I remembered the last thing that happened to me before I lost consciousness: the car, the rough hands, the sweet, sickeningly scented cloth. I was kidnapped! Panic surged through me, and instinctively, my eyes shot open, only to close immediately as the sharp sun rays blinded my vision. It was already morning, meaning I had been out all night! A shiver ran down my spine.My first instinct was to check my clothes, and I was relieved to feel them against my skin. It took me a few minutes to adjust my vision to the light. Slowly, I sat up. A wince escaped my lips when pain shot through my limbs. My collarbone ached, my knuckles felt raw, and my knees throbbed as if I
**Third Person POV** Nikolai stormed into the mansion. His eyes were deadly and ready to burn; his palms were curled at his sides into tight balls, ready to punch; and his body was taut and eager to kill. His breaths came out loud and rough, barely containing his anger. His muscles twitched as he rotated his neck. He couldn't believe that Dimitri had slipped through his fingers. He searched for the traitor everywhere but couldn't find him. Nevertheless, he was determined to find that bastard again and get rid of him. It was midnight when he returned home. There was a deadly silence all around the mansion; the air was suffocating with tension as if the walls sensed his anger. Not even the wind made a sound as if he could stop it with his rage. He was out of control. He knew only one person could calm him down, and that was his wife, Alessia. He not only wanted her; he needed her. After what had happened earlier, he knew she would not let him near her, nor did he want to push
Alessia's POV "Nikolai is out there looking for you like a hungry wolf." Antonio's words rang in my head, and I stopped dead in my tracks. My brain felt like a battlefield, torn between what I should do and what I wanted to do. I wanted to run out of this house, away from Antonio, away from everyone, but I knew that the moment I stepped out, Nikolai would find me. He would drag me back to his cage, and this time, his wrath would be unforgiving. All my hopes of escaping him would come to an end. Earlier, I stayed with him because he had Dimitri with him. I wanted to know the truth, and now that I know it, even a second with him feels like a prison sentence. How could I breathe in the same room as the man who destroyed my family without a shred of remorse? I inhaled deeply. I really need to stay away from him. My fists clenched and unclenched as I swallowed hard, trying to ease the pain in my heart. He is a murderer, a cruel monster from whom I should keep my distance. And e
Nikolai's POV Three days. Seventy-two excruciating hours. My fists curled tightly. My Dolcezza has been away from me for the last three days. These three days felt like three decades. I wasn't this restless when I was away from her for three years. Maybe because at that time I knew she was with her father, safe and secure, beyond my reach but not in danger. Now, I don't even know where she is. "Fuck!" The curse slipped from my mouth. A metallic taste of blood touched my tongue as I bit my lower lip tightly when the sharp edge of the whip dug into my skin, deeper this time. My whole body was drenched with sweat; my back was dripping with hot, thick blood. But I care less. Because this was my punishment for letting her go, for being foolish enough to think I could control her fire. My Dolcezza. My stubborn, reckless, impossible Dolcezza. How could I be so careless toward her? Another whip landed on my back, further opening my fresh wounds. The pain spread through my
My heart leaped into my throat when Nikolai insisted on checking the bag. Of course, I didnāt want to give it to him. His eyes were too sharpāhe would catch on instantly. If he found the test, everything would be over before I had even gotten the chance to know the truth myself. I swallowed, gripping the bag tighter. "Alessia, donāt test my patience and just hand over the bag to me." And before I could move, suddenly we heard a loud honk from behind. It startled me, and Nikolai let out a frustrated sigh. Thank God. And thank you to whoever was behind us. Nikolai just shook his head and started the engine. I let out a breath of relief. The journey home was silent, but I knew a lot was going on in Nikolaiās head. As soon as he pulled up in front of the house, I was out of the car before he even cut the engine. I had to act fast. I knew Nikolai would bring up the bag again, especially after my blatant protest. The moment he parked the car in the garage, I reached into the bag,
My heart started pounding in my chest as Nikolai drove toward our destination. My mind was busy thinking of ways to deceive the mafia king and get what I wanted. I knew it wasn't going to be easy, but I had no other option. Even if he wasn't home, I would have to find a way to get my hands on a pregnancy kit. Suddenly, fresh air hit my face as Nikolai rolled down the window. I frowned and turned my head to Nikolai, finding his attention on the road. "Fresh air," he reminded me. "Thatās what you wanted, right?" I slowly nodded and shifted my attention back to the road. The air carried the scent of damp earth. The ride was quiet, but my mind was filled with many thoughts. "Hope itās doing you some good!" Nikolai asked all of a sudden. I nodded again without turning to look at him. Nikolai had always stayed one step ahead of me. In the past, he had always figured out what I was planning. I just hoped he wasn't already suspicious. My body leans forward when he braked in front o
What in the world? No! This canāt be happening. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. I can't breathe, blink, or move. I stared at Nikolai, but he didnāt seem to notice my internal panic. His expression remained unreadable, but I could feel his gaze studying me. I quickly averted my eyes before he could read me. I forced myself to breathe; my chest heaved up and down heavily. My mind was spinningācompletely blank one second and then flooded with so many thoughts the next. My hands trembled as I pressed them against my stomach. If I wasā¦ if I was pregnantā¦ Then what? What would I do? A shiver ran down my spine. I wanted to scream and cry, shake myself and wake up from this nightmare. This can't be happening! This CAN'T be happening! Nikolai grabbed my shoulder and shook me slightly, bringing me back to my senses. āAlessia, what happened?ā My head snapped to him, and I found concern written all over his face. āI have been calling you for so long, but you a
What does a person do when they have no other way left? When every door is shut and every path leads to a dead end? They adapt. They make peace with their circumstances, not because they want to, but because it's the only way to survive. And that's exactly what Iāve done. Iāve stopped questioning and stopped fighting the inevitable. Maybe itās not acceptanceāmaybe itās just exhaustion. But to stay sane, Iāve convinced myself that this is my reality now; that resisting wonāt change anything. I don't know if it is making me weak; all I know is that it is necessary for me not to go completely mad in this house. I have faith in God that, soon, He will give me a reason not just to survive but to truly liveāto be genuinely happy. I was done folding all the clothes and was arranging them in the wardrobe when the door opened. I didn't bother to look that way; it was probably a servant coming to call me for lunch. "What are you doing?" I was surprised to hear Nikolai's voice. He w
As my eyes slowly opened, I saw a man walking through the streets. Due to the darkness, I couldn't see him properly, but from the side, he looked like Marco, my brother. My heart leaped into my throat as I called out to him, but he didn't hear me, as I was at a distance. My heart slammed against my chest as I turned and ran towards him. I had to cross the entire balcony and exit to reach the street. I just hoped that he hadn't moved away from me by the time I reached him. While running, I left my heels behind. The sharp wind hit my face as it was about to rain, but I didn't care about anything. I just wanted to reach my brother and hug him tightly. I couldn't believe my eyes; he was alive. A spark of hope ignited in my heart, and maybe he had been saved in that incident, or maybe he was here to take me back. A strangled cry escaped my throat when my ankle twisted. My breath was trapped somewhere between my lungs and throat. The clouds crackled above my head, but I didn't care a
When the car slowed to a stop, I fully expected to find myself in front of a lavish five-star restaurant, the kind that matched Nikolaiās personality: extravagant, cold, and overwhelming. Instead, I found myself standing in the middle of a small and warm restaurant. It was dimly lit, with rustic tables and soft golden lights. Suddenly, the scent of freshly baked bread and rich spices wafted through the air, and I couldn't help but inhale it again and again. It felt so familiar, even though I had come here for the very first time. I swallowed hard and turned my head to Nikolai, only to find him already watching me, his dark eyes filled with something close to fascination. My brows furrowed. Why does he always look at me like thatāas if I am the most precious thing in his worldāwhen he has already taken away my happiness, my life? I cleared my throat and tore my gaze away. āHave a seat, my lady,ā he said smoothly, pulling out a chair with a soft smile on his lips. I glanced at
Alessia's POV It had been over a week since Nikolai had brought me back to this hell. Since then, I have done nothing except sleep. No matter how much I slept, I felt very tired and restless all the time. Every time I spent a night with Nikolai, I regretted it the next morning. No matter how much I swore to resist, I always lost control whenever he was close. I had barely spoken to him since then. I avoided him most of the time. To my surprise, he also gave me the required space instead of forcing his presence like at other times. He was trying to act all soft around me, but I knew his reality. I wasn't going to be lured by his fake care and concern. I knew what a skilled manipulator he was. The soft click of the door opening broke through my thoughts. I immediately shut my eyes, curling deeper into the mattress, pretending to be asleep. A few seconds later, I heard the soft click again, which meant he had closed the door. He stayed there for a moment before I heard the
Nikolai's POV"This is so unfair. You promised that island to me!" Antonio shouted, his voice hoarse from hours of suffering. He was tied to the chair, exactly where and how I wanted him, beaten black and blue by my men. His arrogant posture now slumped against the chair. The blood dripping from his temple soaked into his white shirt, painting it red. He was always under the illusion that he could outsmart me. Even in the past, he betrayed me by joining hands with Alessia's father. But today, reality had hit him harder than my menās fists. I leaned against the heavy wooden desk, casually swirling the whiskey in my glass, letting him cry a little more. It was bringing peace to my heart. The air was thick with the smell of iron and blood, something I am used to. I wanted Alessia to witness the consequences of her actions, but I knew she wouldn't be able to stand here. She hasn't been feeling well for the past few days. After that night, she struggled to even walk to the bathroo
Third person POV Alessia's whole body shuddered when Nikolai pressed the ice cube directly against her clit. Her body was on fire; she needed release, but Nikolai's actions made it even more challenging for her, while he was thoroughly enjoying her predicament. He wanted to tease her, punish her, and teach her a lesson so she wouldn't repeat the mistake. He understood that she was overwhelmed by emotion and revelation, which caused her to escape, but she didn't realize the blunder she had committed. She was too innocent to understand others' intentions. Antonio could have done anything to her. As a Mafia King, he had many enemies looking for his weakness, and now she had made it obvious. They would surely come after her. She would have to understand that only he was her home, her solace, her only place to turn to. No one knew her body better than he did, and he was taking advantage of exactly that. He slowly and teasingly began rubbing the ice on her clit. Her legs tightened