Mark's POV I stood at my study window, gazing out at Madrid's twinkling city lights. The scent of old leather and cigar smoke lingered, reminders of late nights spent strategizing with my associates. My mind wandered to Emily, my late wife. Her passing still felt like an open wound. "Mark?" Sofia's soft voice interrupted my thoughts. "Come in," I said, turning from the window. The door creaked open, and Sofia entered, her eyes downcast. Her dark hair fell in loose waves down her back, framing her heart-shaped face. "How're you?" I asked, regretting the question instantly. It sounded hollow. "I'm good and adjusting well, I presume?" Sofia murmured, her voice barely audible. I stared at her, recalling her clumsiness and innocence. During dinner, her awkwardness was palpable. She spilled wine, knocked over a glass, and apologized profusely. "Yeah, you are," I replied, watching her. "I've received threats from a rival and we'd be heading out anytime soon." Sofia's face paled.
CHAPTER 7 MARK'S POV I signalled my team to halt before Victor Russo's warehouse. Darkness enveloped us, broken only by faint moonlight. Damien, Kali, Vinnie, Marco, and Natasha's faces were etched with determination, their eyes locked on our target. "Locked doors," Marco whispered as he examined the entrance. I nodded to Marco. "Take care of it." Marco approached the door, inspecting the lock. Suddenly, he froze, then gazed upward. "Cameras," Marco whispered urgently. "We're probably being watched." We followed his gaze. Multiple cameras focused on us. "Or maybe not," I added. Kali quickly assessed the situation. "We need to disable them," she whispered. I signalled to Vinnie and he quickly got into action. He swiftly dispatched the cameras, shattering the lenses. Damien stood behind and covered our rear, vigilant while Natasha monitored the surrounding rooftops. Kali sprinted toward the CCTV room, located adjacent to the warehouse. "I'll disconnect the feeds." I nodde
CHAPTER 8 SOFIA'S POV As soon as I was the maids confirmed that the kids' dinners were ready, I remembered that they had been sleeping for hours. I decided to go to their room and check up on them. As I gently pushed open the door, a warm smile spread across my face. Joey, the six-month-old, slept peacefully, her tiny chest rising and falling. Luis, two years old, sat up, rubbing sleepy eyes. Our gazes met, and she smiled. "Luis, sweetie, Are you fully up? Time to wake up!" I exclaimed, lifting Joey. Luis yawned, resisting. "No, no, no! Sleep!" I chuckled, empathizing. "I know, baby, but we must get ready. You need to eat." "Daddy will be back soon so we need to get ready," I added. Joey stirred, letting out a soft murmuring sound. I lifted her from the bed and headed to the bathroom with Luis following behind. I carefully bathed Joey, marvelling at her giggles. Luis insisted on "helping," splashing water everywhere. Laughter filled the air, and we had a fun bath time. I n
CHAPTER 9SOFIA'S POVAs I awoke, I could feel the warmth seeping into my soul. The soft morning light filtered through my room's wispy curtains, illuminating my serene space. I stretched gently and savoured peaceful silence.Rising slowly, I slipped on my worn sandals, Creaked my room door open, and then stepped quietly, gliding towards the children's room. I had to be as gentle as possible because the kids might still be asleep. As I pushed the door open, My heart swelled. Joey's radiant smile greeted me. Joey blabbered some words and extended her tiny arms towards me. My exhaustion immediately melted, replaced by joy. I enveloped Joey in a gentle hug, inhaling her sweet innocence. "Good morning, sweetie," I whispered as I lifted Joey, cradling her close.As I cradled Joey, her warm breath danced across my skin. We remained like that for a few minutes before I stood up and glided toward the bathroom.I gently undressed Joey and gave her a warm bath. This soothed her morning fuss
CHAPTER 10MARK'S POVAs I stepped into my office, the soft glow of fluorescent lights enveloped me. Damien, my right-hand man, followed closely holding my briefcase. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air.My front desk staff greeted me, bowing respectfully. "Good morning, sir."I waved my hands in reply as I took a seat. I just revamped my office and the new sleek, modern decor reflected my precision: polished marble floors, minimalist artwork and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline.Damian and I exchanged nods and he dropped my briefcase on my table. My project manager, Alex, soon walked in, and we got to work immediately. "Morning briefing?" I inquired."Ready, sir," he replied, opening his tablet.As I scrolled through Alex's briefing, pride swelled within me. My business was thriving, and despite my being a Mafia, I still had other things to fall back on. I was making mind-blowing profits, ensuring a secure legacy for Luis and Joey.Being
CHAPTER 11SOFIA'S POV As Mark handed me the Élax boutique bag, I felt bewildered. "We have somewhere important to be at 8 p.m.," he stated. My mind immediately started to race. What event is it and Why the suddenness? Mark's expression hinted at no discussions.I was confused, but I tampered with caution. Mark's demeanour signalled tonight wasn't for inquiries. I opted for silence. As he played with the kids, I quickly headed upstairs to unbox what was in the bag. I got to my room, and I started examining the elegant attire; questions flooded me. Esteemed people will be in attendance? Who are those we will be meeting tonight, and why hasn't Mark told me about this before? I was tempted to go downstairs to ask him a few questions but Mark's sternness forbade questioning.Prioritizing my peace and self-respect, I focused on preparing.I was going to return the dress to the bag when I discovered another concealed box. The box was wrapped, and it resisted effortless opening, but I w
CHAPTER 12SOFIA'S POV As I took a quick shower, the warm water enveloped me, melting away the tension of the evening. My muscles relaxed, and I breathed in slowly.But as I closed my eyes, my mind began to wander. Thoughts of Mark's behaviour and the mysterious evening ahead faded into the background, and it was replaced by a more familiar, comforting presence - my brother Carl.I hoped he was doing okay. It felt like an eternity since we'd last sat down together, just the two of us, sharing our thoughts and laughter. Life had been busy, pulling us in different directions, but my concern for him remained constant.Memories of our childhood flooded my mind - the silly fights, the whispered secrets, and the uncontrollable laughter. I recalled the time we snuck into Mom's kitchen and devoured an entire batch of freshly baked cookies, leaving a trail of crumbs and giggles in our wake.Those carefree days seemed like a lifetime ago but the bond still remained strong."I hope you're holdi
Sofia's Pov My eyelids were heavy and so was my heart, I couldn't believe my father would do such a thing to me. I'm not even ready for marriage yet, I'm only twenty years old and he sold me off to a man far older than me. My little brother Carl held onto my white wedding dress, “Sofia, is today your wedding day?” He asked curiously and I gave him a bitter smile, the thought of leaving him behind makes my heart ache and I know my father wouldn't care for him like I do. “Yes, Carl” I replied and he pouted fiddling with my dress, I was wondering if my so-called husband would let me take him, I heard he has kids I will be taking care of too, and maybe he wouldn't mind me taking my brother along. But I knew better than to lie to myself about it, he is a ruthless man from what I heard and even if I haven't seen him I'm already scared to death with the thought of being tied to him, forever. The makeup artists entered my room and the woman who helped me wear my dress left the room with