Adrian Cagliari stood at the top of the food chain of technology industries at 27 years old. He was one who had a keen eye for good innovations, he separated himself from the family business and built his dream company Tixton from the ground up. Tixton is now one of Cagliari's major successful businesses, and he became a force in the making.
Building and maintaining his family's legacy requires a firm hand, so he was rather firm and disciplined, overseeing all matters both in Italy and America, as well as other branches in the world. He was domineering, assertive and principled, ensuring everyone was at the edge of their seats when working with him. It was like a curse and a reward. As he discussed with the investors, his secretary and his personal assistant was outside mentally preparing himself to interrupt the meeting. Turner then walked into the spacious office with a phone in his hands. Pausing the call, he raised his eyes to his secretary who felt a chill run down his spine. "I thought I was clear with my instructions" he bit out, making Mr. Turner shiver in his shoes. "Boss, it's a call from the house keeper at the mansion" Turner stuttered, stretching the phone with shaky hands. Adrian sighed, returned to the call to conclude the meeting and collected the phone from him. "Speak" He commanded coldly. "Master Adrian I called to inform you of your mother's sudden illness" the housekeeper reported as Adrian massaged his temples. "She requests you come back home to see her" "Okay Giuseppe , I will make my way there soon" he finished, handing the phone back to Turner. Adrian still had some issues to sort out here so going home seems a bit troublesome at the moment. Seeing the turn of events, he would have to attend to his mother first before continuing on these matters. "Inform the airport to prepare for a flight to Italy by the end of the week " Turner nodded and made a call to the airport to speak with the authorities. At the mention of Turner's name they immediate knew it was Mr Cagliari and began to make arrangements accordingly. Turner also informed Mr Cagliari's private security team in Italy and they set off to prepare too. Mr Cagliari briefly thought of Ashleigh but that was immediately pushed aside by matters arising in the company. "We have arrived at Italy and are preparing to land. Please fasten your seat belts and raise the tables... thank you" the pilot's announcement rang through the speaker. Adrian lifted his eye mask to peep through the window. In a while they had landed, a line of exquisite cars pulled up opposite the runway and the security personnel came down from each vehicle in twos making a total of six private personnel. They moved to where the plane landed and stood by as the door opened and the stairs came down, Turner was first to alight with Mr Cagliari's work devices in hand which was collected by one of them; Adrian Cagliari was next to step down and he came out in a silk shirt and shorts. On seeing him, they bowed accordingly and he waved his hand dismissingly, he turned to his secretary who handed his phone to him as they began walking. They began their journey to Sardinia once he entered the car and got there in an hour's time. Turner looked at his boss who sat opposite him in admiration, prior to the overnight trip he had spent the day in the office sorting out matters concerning contracts and could only leave a few hours to the trip. He admired his strong work ethic, although he was a strictly professional person who held his staff with an iron hand. Mr Cagliari still had work he had to sort out in Italy despite seeing his mother and his extended family. The cars, following closely behind one another, weaved through the city to a private estate. Upon seeing Mr. Cagliari, the gates opened, and the drivers proceeded into the estate. At the Cagliari mansion, the extended family stood outside waiting for him to arrive, some were eager while others were not. The gate was soon opened for the cars to come in and a BMW pulled up to where they stood. Adrian stepped out to see them, the eldest amongst them walked up to him. "Adrian, we're glad to have you back home" he spoke on behalf of the others and Adrian nodded curtly. The man was Adrian's paternal uncle Antonio, although he was older than Adrian by far he still paid due respect to him as the head of the Cagliari family. He was accompanied by his wife and two children and Adrian's Aunt Emilie and her family they all said a few greetings to him and asked for his well-being as they ushered him in. "How is mother's health?" He asked uncle Antonio as they made their way to her room. The mansion is an elegant two storey building spanning 5, 000 square feet, it had an inbuilt horse stable and racing track, it was beautifully decorated with flowers and had a massive garden and a butterfly conservatory. "She's been recuperating through the week; although she keeps insisting on seeing you" he explained, as they made their way to the first floor. Each floor had eleven rooms with it's own facilities. Adrian's mother stays at the end of the hall, as they walked by they were greeted by maids and butlers. Giuseppe, the head housekeeper, greeted Adrian calmly at the end of the hall. "Madame has asked to see Master Adrian alone" he said, facing the other family members and they left immediately. He opened the door to see his mother sitting up on the bed as the nurses attended to her, she raised her eyes to meet see who entered and her features morphed into happiness on seeing her son. She beckoned for him to come over which she did and hugged him tightly, kissing him on each cheek. "So I have to fall ill for you to come and see me" she sulked, trying to evoke his feelings. "I met you three months ago as well.... don't be dramatic" he replied firmly, making his mother sulk more. "Humph. Same difference Adrian" she said, tapping his head lightly. Adrian looked at the nurse and asked her for the progress. "Madame Eleanor Cagliari has been under emotional stress which made her blood pressure rise significantly in the past week. We have administered appropriate medications and encouraged her to try maintaining calm hobbies as she grows older" the nurse explained to which Adrian nodded in agreement. He thanked them all and turned back to his mother. "Shall we have lunch now mother?" He asked his mother and she nodded. He stood by the bed, giving way for the nurses to assist his mother to the wheelchair. He looked at his mother closely as she was being moved to the wheelchair: she looked rather gaunt and most of her body fat has diminished, wrinkles were more prominent than before and he wondered what she was thinking about that made her blood pressure rise so significantly. The nurse informed him that they were ready to move and they pushed her to the dining hall. They took the hallway besides her room because it had a wheelchair ramp built-in for easier movement. He renovated the building to fit this design when his mother had developed orthodontic issues, to ensure that nothing will harm her. He also entrusted Housekeeper Giuseppe to look for a skilled professional help for his mother as she needed closer monitoring. They had gotten to the dining hall on the first floor and entered. The family members stood on seeing him enter the hall, the nurses helped her get settled on the table and they all began to eat. Adrian sat at the head of the table while his mom and uncle sat besides him om each sides. Besides his uncle was his wife Francesca Cagliari and his two sons Fernando and Pierre while Adrian's aunt Emilie sat besides his mother with her two days Clarissa and Isabella Bernadette. The table overflowed with decadent Italian dishes, desserts and wine from the best vineyards in the city, maids were busy attending to the family members by serving dishes, refilling glasses and running minor errands. Adrian ate quietly, checking on his mother from time to time if she was satisfied with the food or if she needed anything else to which the mother reassured him that she was okay. She smiled at her seeing her son and her family together, despite the internal friction. It was her husband's dream to keep the family together despite the difficulties and she is proud to have trained her son to uphold those traditions. The calm was soon interrupted by one of the butlers who whispered to Housekeeper Giuseppe upon entering the room. Giuseppe then turned to the family and announced that there were guests who had arrived for lunch. On Adrian's approval, they walked in to the delight of his mother and his aunt. "The LaRosa family has come to give their personal regards to Master Adrian" Housekeeper Giuseppe stated as the family of three walked in. Adrian stood up to greet the Mr Simeon LaRosa and his wife warmly, while the daughter went to greet his mother. Caelia LaRosa was a sight to behold; she had skin with a set of round eyes, she had cherry lipstick on with a light blush to accent her rosy cheeks. She had a nice figure which was accentuated by the dress she wore today and a nice floral scent of perfume lingered as she walked by. She was Simeon's only daughter and his pride and joy; she has achieved so much at just 21 years old. Despite this she was good natured and humble at all times. Aunt Emilie couldn't help but smirk inwardly at the sight of Caelia , who was eager to show Adrian her close bond with his mother. Despite her seemingly perfect appearance and accomplishments, Caelia, like all young women, harboured her own aspirations beyond her apparent perfection. "Caelia my dear, how have you been" Eleanor motioned for her to come closer and she did, squatting to face her. "I'm fine mother. Mother I only left for a short vacation and I hear you're sick" her calm honey voice scolded, as she reached to hold her face. Caelia frowned in concern, her round eyes roaming Eleanor. "Dear, don't frown now! You'll only spoil your beautiful face" she chided, using her hand to straighten Caelia's lips into a smile. Caelia laughed and stood up to see Adrian at her side, she did a quick scam of his features and smiled afterwards. "Adrian, it's been a while" she greeted him and he nodded silently. She sighed within herself, up till now Adrian is still not as warm as she hoped. Adrian gestured for all of them to join the meal, and they accepted cheerfully, taking their seats besides Adrian's uncle. Caelia chose to sit besides Clarissa and Isabella as they were the same age, and were good friends. Lunch went by peacefully and they all retired to the common room to have a more relaxed discussion. Eleanor chose to sit with Caelia, her mother and her daughter while Adrian sat with his uncle and Mr Simeon. Clarissa, Isabella, Fernando and Pierre chose to stay at the gazebo while they discussed. Adrian discussed the upcoming collaboration between their families, this was very important as he may not have this time to sit and discuss in the nearest future. After they had come to a reasonable conclusion, he called for his secretary to come over. Caelia however kept stealing glances at him, waiting for the conversation to be over. Once the conversation was over, she looked to her mom who encouraged her quietly and then she spoke up."Adrian, if it is okay I would like to have dinner with you sometime next week. Your mom told me you're around for the week" she proposed, looking at him with a hint of eagerness in her eyes. "Yes Adrian, I feel you guys should have lunch and catch up with each other. It's been a while" Caelia's mother spoke up, looking to Eleanor for support. Adrian looked at his mother who made a gesture to agree and then looked at his uncle who had a neutral stance. "I apologize Caelia, I will not be able to join you for lunch. I have a lot of matters to settle here during the week" Caelia's face reddened in embarrassment and she bit her lips. "I will ask my secretary to arrange for an appointment for you, just tell him where you want to go" he added, signalling to his secretary who came forward. Caelia was about refusing but he gave no room for rebuttal, he stood up to leave. Eleanor placed her hand on her back encouraging her and she nodded obediently. "I will discuss with him later" she whis
She wondered why Mr. Cagliari wanted to see her as Mr Turner pressed the button to open the private elevator. "Are you sure? I can take the stairs" she suggested but he stood firm and she entered; as they made their way up her mind ran in circles as she thought of what could make the CEO want to see her. She has had no complaints so far and had no reason to see him as well, she would only know when she gets there. Once again, she found herself on the fourth floor of the company, which was known as the executive floor. This was where the office of the president was here and his vice president, although he has never met him before. They walked past the conference room to the end of the hall where a door was labelled CEO in gold. "You may go in" he gestured as he opened the door and she walked in. The space was wide, and it was furnished exquisitely with Italian furniture, she was astonished at how wide a room can be. Her eyes roamed around the place before landing on the couch to see
"Whatever I want to know about my parents I can find out myself" she retorted and he chuckled at her. He truly admired her courage and naivety, thinking she would be able to find out about her parents so easily. "My dear..." he drawled, running his hands through her hair playfully. "Be my guest. You would be dead at the first try. Your Aunty Smith knows this very well, your case is not as simple as you think it is" he continued. Her fiery gaze tugged at his heart string wildly, he liked her little acts of defiance even though she is a shivering leaf. "I am the only one that can guarantee your safety. You can only walk naively around this world for long but they are lurking in the shadows, waiting for you. Once you step out of your shell, trust me your head would be in your hands. But don't take it from me though, find out for yourself how long you can survive out there" he drawled, gesturing for her to leave. Ashleigh was filled with fear at this point, she looked at Mr. Cagl
"Ashleigh!" the voice shrieked and she jolted out of her seat to see James laughing his head off.She hit him repeatedly as she tried to still her heart and after a while he started apologizing when her hits became more painful."You went missing after that call from the secretary so I came to find you" he said, sitting on the chair which she finished dusting."I'm sorry James, I just have a lot on my mind right now" she muttered as she wiped the desk down with a wet rag."Why? What was the meeting about? You just left with the hot secretary and didn't give us the tea after" he complained and Ashleigh stopped what she was doing. She spun to face in him surprise."Wait.... James!!" She exclaimed as James scratched his hair sheepishly."Well... he looks fine but he's always out of it anytime I see him" he admitted and Ashleigh laughed loudly.She had only a few interactions with Mr. Turner and they were very polite and sho
The next day at a private law firm, Adrian Cagliari stood in a private lounge provided to him by his lawyer. The room was moderately sized and had been moderately furnished; with a window that stretched from one wall to another with a view of the gate, one could see who was entering and leaving but someone standing outside couldn't see in. Adrian stood at the window wearing a blue coloured suit with a black shirt, his hair slicked back gel and he had a chilly aura around him. This devilishly handsome man peered at the window, sipping the coffee in his hands slowly. "Boss, I just spoke with the driver you sent, he mentioned that Miss Ashleigh refused taking the car and said she will make her way here by herself" Turner reported and Adrian glanced at his watch, frowning deeply as Ashleigh was already an hour late . Adrian's major pet peeve was lateness and people who came late; he was of the opinion that everything had a particular time at which it should happen, this makes the o
"I feel we should talk about the living arrangements. After you left the office with your aunt yesterday I made some arrangements" he started the conversation, and Ashleigh looked at him keenly."Aunt I have arranged for a penthouse for you, it is not too far from where we will stay so she can come and visit you at any time" Ashleigh frowned, looking to her aunt who looked pleased at the arrangements but was hesitant."Adrian I feel this is not necessary, I am supposed to give you both a gift instead" she refused gently but Adrian was firm in his stance."Aunt I feel this is very trivial compared to the gift you have given me. Besides, I will be assured of your well-being if you stay in the place I have arranged for you. It is much more safer" Mrs Smith knew she eventually had to give in so she nodded calmly, thanking him.Ashleigh on the other hand was petrified at the thought of staying with him and immediately raised her objection."I
According to Mr Cagliari, she should have to look the part of a CEO's wife in every aspect, that meant not taking any of her thrift or store bought clothes. They were also taken for a spa session where there had all services offered to them as VVIP's of the place, Ashleigh had a much needed facial and hair treatment and she looked more appealing. Her face now had a dewy look, her round eyes were more prominent due to the lash treatments, her coffee- brown hair now looked more healthier and grew rapidly than before making it thick, with the curls framing her face. The man in question was not around, she was informed by the butler that he is on a business trip and any information will be passed on by him. "He claimed to be annoyed me but still did this much for I and my aunt when he is not supposed to be bothered. Business trip my foot" she thought to herself as she listened to Mr. Atkinson. This changes no matter how subtle she was, still showed and caug
She pushed the lid and it popped open to reveal a pair of beautiful rose gold rings placed on the velvet cushion. One was plain, the other one had princess cut diamonds carefully arranged around the band of the ring, glistening brightly. Ashleigh's eyes widened at the sight of the rings, Adrian nodded satisfied with the work Beau had done. "We got married a few days ago. Won't it be weird that we do not have wedding rings as a couple?" Adrian spoke up, turning Ashleigh's chair to face his direction and pulling it closer to him. He took the ring box from the table and propped it with his hands for her to see it closely. "What do you think? Isn't it nice?" he asked, raising it to her eyes for closer inspection. Ashleigh watched as each diamond shimmered at every contact with sunlight and then to Adrian. "It's beautiful" she approved, Adrian smiled warmly. He placed the box on the table, reached for her right hand and grabbed
“Ashleigh, in all this, why didn’t you call your husband?”The question hit her harder than she expected. She’d imagined countless times how she’d answer if he asked—how she’d finally let her anger spill over, shouting about the missed karaoke night she planned, the insults instead of an apology, the countless ways Adrian had hurt her. But hearing it from Mrs. Smith left her frozen.The words she longed to scream shriveled in her throat, leaving only a bitter weight in her stomach. But as Mrs. Smith waited for her answer, Ashleigh found herself not saying anything, it was like the words dried up in her throat, and left a bitter feeling in her belly instead.“I’m still waiting for you, dear,” Mrs. Smith’s voice was calm but firm, pulling Ashleigh from her swirling thoughts.“I didn’t feel like I needed to depend on him,” Ashleigh finally said, her voice steady but strained. “I thought I could handle it myself.”“My dear, Adrian is always there to help you. He cares for you very much, y
The view from Ashleigh’s window should have been calming, even breathtaking. The sprawling gardens of the Cagliari mansion were meticulously maintained, with vibrant blossoms swaying in the gentle afternoon breeze and perfectly trimmed hedges lining the walkways like green soldiers at attention. Beyond them, the ornate fountains shimmered in the sunlight, their cascading water catching the golden light. It was a postcard-perfect scene.Yet, to Ashleigh, it was all a cruel reminder of her confinement. The beauty outside was unreachable, as always at the Cagliari mansion. She sat curled on the window sill, her knees drawn to her chest, her arms wrapped tightly around them as if to keep herself from unraveling. The afternoon sun warmed her skin, but it did nothing to thaw the cold ache that had settled deep in her chest. Her eyes flicked to her phone lying on the small table beside her. The messages on her department’s group chat haunted her. Each text, each comment had felt like a blow
Adrian’s office was heavy with silence, the kind that pressed down on the air like a suffocating weight. Mr. Turner sat quietly in the corner, doing his best to make himself invisible. He’d worked with Adrian Cagliari for years and had witnessed many of his moods: sharp anger, cold detachment, and moments of ruthless efficiency. But today, there was something different—something he couldn’t quite define.Adrian sat behind his massive oak desk, his fingers steepled, his gaze fixed somewhere beyond the window. He hadn’t said much since they returned from the hospital. His posture was as composed as ever, but the set of his jaw and the faint crease in his brow hinted at something far more volatile simmering beneath the surface.Turner shifted in his chair, his instinct to speak overridden by experience. He had long since learned that silence was often the safest response when Adrian’s mood darkened. Especially now, when the man who normally seemed invincible looked... troubled.The quiet
Adrian gazed at Ashleigh's fragile form, curled up in the backseat of the sleek black BMW. Her breathing was shallow, her brows occasionally furrowing as she shifted in her sleep, her pale hospital gown clinging to her delicate frame. His eyes lingered over her face, tracing every familiar feature—the soft curve of her lips, the faint shadow beneath her eyes, her slender hand supporting her head. It had been so long since he’d last seen her, and he couldn’t tear his gaze away.The steady rhythm of raindrops against the window and the gentle hum of the car’s engine were the only sounds in the silence. Up front, Mr. Turner and the driver remained still, sensing the tension radiating from Adrian. The mood was heavy, laced with unspoken anger that simmered just beneath his composed exterior.The drive back to the mansion had been filled with Adrian’s restrained fury. The sight of Ashleigh in that hospital bed, weakened and vulnerable, had ignited something he hadn’t felt in a long time—a
The room was unnervingly still, the kind of silence that presses down on you, suffocating. Ashleigh lay stiffly in the hospital bed, her body motionless but her mind racing. The IV drip attached to her arm was slowly delivering something meant to make her sleep, but sleep had become a foreign concept. Her thoughts kept pulling her back to the past twenty-four hours, playing on repeat like a nightmare she couldn’t escape.Through the thin walls, she could hear Arthur talking in the hallway, his voice sharp, clearly dismissing whoever had come to visit her. He was keeping them away, and she was grateful for it. The whole school had seen the video—everyone was talking about it. But nobody was saying anything good.Ashleigh felt dirty. Filthy. Her skin crawled as if it had absorbed the shame of the entire incident. Damien’s cold indifference hadn’t helped. The memory of him walking out as soon as she woke up, ignoring her calls, was a fresh wound. She understood why he didn’t want to see
After the photo session, Adrian glanced quietly at Mr. Turner, who lingered at the edge of the crowd. Mr. Turner immediately made his way over to Mr. LaRosa, likely preparing for their meeting. Adrian was about to leave as well but was stopped by Caelia. “Adrian, let’s go inside. The event is about to start,” Caelia said sweetly, gripping his arm. “I’d love for you to meet some friends after the wine launch.” Adrian saw through her playful tone but didn’t want to spoil her evening. With a resigned sigh, he gently pulled away from her grasp and nodded. They entered the venue together, and heads turned. Adrian ignored the stares, heading to the space reserved for him, while Caelia took center stage. The event proceeded smoothly, with Caelia confidently addressing the crowd. She spoke about the prospects of her new wine brand, impressing both her younger and older guests. Her every move exuded grace, and she played the role of the charming host flawlessly—yet her eyes constantly flicke
He sat in the backseat, staring at his reflection in the tinted windows. His face was calm, a mask perfected over years of maintaining control, yet beneath the surface, his thoughts churned like a stormy sea. It had been hours since he’d heard from Tristan or Jake about Ashleigh’s whereabouts. They had fallen silent. And in Adrian’s world, silence was never a good sign.A flicker of irritation crossed his expression as he checked his phone once again. Still no messages. His fingers hovered over the screen, tempted to call them, but he stopped himself. However, that nagging voice in the back of his mind—the one that had been whispering to him ever since La Mano Nera started sniffing around—was louder tonight. Too loud to ignore completely."Boss?" Mr. Turner’s voice broke through his thoughts. He was sitting beside the driver, turning slightly to face Adrian. "They’re expecting you on the red carpet. There’s a lot of press."Adrian tore his gaze from the wi
Adrian sat at his desk, bathed in the muted glow of the suite’s floor-to-ceiling windows. The night stretched beyond the glass, thick with inky darkness. He absently rubbed the corners of his eyes, eyes that hadn’t seen sleep in over 24 hours. The presidential suite, once a haven of luxury, had turned into a command center. Papers were strewn about, laptops hummed, and the room had the quiet buzz of efficient chaos. The city outside was lively with nightlife, yet Adrian remained locked in, poring over reports.The voice from the call earlier still rang in his head:"Boss, a few members of La Mano Nera have been tracking Ashleigh’s whereabouts. They've traveled to America for further investigation. We believe they've found either her home or her college."That message had shifted everything. His mind replayed the voice with eerie clarity. No matter how many bodyguards he assigned to Ashleigh, no matter how many layers of security he placed, the thought of danger lurking near her kept g
Meanwhile, Ashleigh’s unconscious form lay on the cold, muddy ground behind the building. The hooded man standing over her grinned in satisfaction, his eyes gleaming with malice.“You two, drag her over there,” he ordered, gesturing toward a dark corner where trash was piled high. The stench of decay filled the air, making the men gag, but they followed orders, dropping Ashleigh into the filth.The hooded man stepped closer, pulling a small perfume bottle from his pocket and dabbing it on his mask to mask the horrid smell. As he knelt beside Ashleigh, his eyes traced her figure. Despite being covered in mud, she looked stunning, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.“Such a shame,” he muttered, his voice filled with contempt. “She’ll pay the price for what her friend did.”He signaled to the others to start recording, their phones aimed at the unconscious girl. He ran a hand down Ashleigh’s face, his touch lingering as she whimpered i