Vincenzo Romanov sat in his study, the weight of recent events heavy on his mind. The threat against Annizah had shaken him deeply, stirring a protective fury that simmered beneath his composed exterior. He knew he had to take decisive action to ensure her safety, no matter the cost. Baltazar, loyal and astute, entered the room silently, sensing the gravity of the situation from Vincenzo's tense demeanor. He stood at attention, awaiting his employer's command. "Baltazar," Vincenzo began, his voice low and commanding, "I need you to do something for me." Baltazar nodded, his expression serious. "Of course, sir. What do you need?" "I want you to keep a close watch on Annizah's adoptive parents," Vincenzo instructed firmly. "I need to know their every move, every interaction, every connection they have." Baltazar's brow furrowed slightly, sensing the urgency in Vincenzo's tone. "May I ask why, sir?" Vincenzo hesitated for a moment, his jaw set in determination. "There's a possibilit
The night had settled softly around us, the gentle hum of the city a distant background noise. Vincenzo and I were wrapped in each other's arms, lying on our bed in a peaceful cocoon of warmth. His steady heartbeat was a comforting rhythm against my ear, his hand resting protectively over my growing belly. It was in these quiet moments that I felt closest to him, the weight of the world outside our door slipping away. As I snuggled closer, feeling his warmth seep into me, a question that had been gnawing at the back of my mind surfaced. "Vincenzo," I began hesitantly, my voice barely above a whisper in the dimly lit room. "Can I ask you something?" He tilted his head slightly to look at me, his dark eyes soft and attentive. "Of course, Belleza. You can ask me anything." I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. "Why did you call your mother over the other day? And why was she acting so... nice and sweet towards me?" The memory of her unexpected kindness lingered in my mind, a
Vincenzo’s POV The hospital's fluorescent lights cast a harsh glow over everything, making the sterile environment feel even colder. Annizah's pale face was etched with pain, her hand gripping mine as she was wheeled into the emergency room. I could feel my heart pounding, fear clawing at my insides. Our baby—our precious child—was in danger, and I felt utterly powerless. As the doctors took over, I was pushed aside, left to pace the sterile, echoing hallways. My mind raced with a thousand thoughts, every one of them a plea for their safety. I could barely breathe, the weight of helplessness crushing me. Hours felt like days, but finally, the doctor emerged, his expression grave. "Mr. Romanov, your wife is stable for now, but we'll need to monitor her closely. The next 24 hours are critical for both her and the baby." Relief washed over me, but it was tinged with a cold, simmering rage. I nodded, barely registering his words, before turning and storming out of the hospital. There
I was walking down the stairs, the morning sunlight streaming through the windows and casting a warm glow across the room. As I reached the bottom, I heard Vincenzo's voice calling from the kitchen. "Belleza, come here. I have a surprise for you," he called out, his voice filled with a rare, lighthearted cheer. Curious and smiling, I made my way to the kitchen. The sight that greeted me was unexpected but heartwarming. Vincenzo, usually so commanding and intense, stood at the stove, a spatula in hand, flipping pancakes with surprising skill. The aroma of freshly cooked batter filled the air, mingling with the scent of syrup and butter. "Good morning," I said softly, walking up behind him and wrapping my arms around his waist. I rested my cheek against his back, feeling the warmth of his body through his shirt. "Good morning, amore," he replied, turning his head to kiss the top of my head. His free hand reached down to gently rest on my growing stomach, his touch protective and tend
Vincenzo sat at his office desk, the remnants of their breakfast still lingering in his thoughts. He knew he had to focus on the pressing issues at hand. The breakfast, however comforting, was a brief respite from the harsh reality they faced. He opened his laptop and reviewed the reports Baltazar had sent him. Moments later, a knock on the door signaled Baltazar’s arrival. “Come in,” Vincenzo called out. Baltazar entered, his expression serious. “Boss, I have the report on Annizah’s adoptive parents.” Vincenzo nodded, gesturing for him to take a seat. “Go on.” Baltazar handed him a folder. “We did a thorough investigation. There’s nothing unusual about them. No ties to any criminal organizations or enemies of the Romanov family. They seem to be exactly what they appear: ordinary people.” Vincenzo scanned the contents of the report, his eyes flickering with relief and lingering suspicion. “So, no hidden agendas, no connections to our adversaries?” Baltazar shook his head. “None t
Vincenzo sat at his desk, the weight of his responsibilities pressing heavily on his shoulders. The recent threats and the need to protect Annizah and their unborn child had shifted his focus entirely. He could no longer afford to be reactive; he needed to be proactive. His enemies were growing bolder, and the security around his family had to be impenetrable. He picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number. “Baltazar, I need you to come to my office. We have some urgent matters to discuss.” Moments later, Baltazar walked in, his expression serious. “What’s the situation, boss?” Vincenzo leaned forward, his gaze intense. “We need to double the security at the house. I want guards at every entrance, surveillance on every corner, and patrols around the clock. Annizah and our child’s safety are our top priority.” Baltazar nodded, already making notes. “Understood. I’ll contact our security teams and ensure that we have the best men on the job. Do you want me to vet them personally
Annizah sat in the cozy armchair by the window, a warm afternoon light spilling into the room. She had a book in her lap, her fingers idly tracing the words on the page as she read. The house was unusually quiet, a rare moment of peace amidst the recent chaos. As she turned a page, she felt a sudden, distinct movement in her belly. Her eyes widened with surprise and delight as the baby kicked for the first time. She placed her hand over her stomach, feeling the tiny, insistent thump again. "Vincenzo!" she called out, excitement threading her voice. "Vincenzo, come quickly!" There was no immediate response. She called again, louder this time, but still nothing. Annizah felt a mix of impatience and urgency. She needed Vincenzo to share this moment with her. Standing up slowly, she made her way to his office. She knew he had been exceptionally busy lately, focused on ensuring their safety. She gently knocked on the door and opened it slightly, peeking inside. Vincenzo was at his des
--- The peace of the afternoon was short-lived. Vincenzo's phone buzzed insistently on the coffee table, shattering the tranquility. He glanced at the screen and saw Katana's name. His heart skipped a beat, sensing something urgent. "Give me a second," he said softly to Annizah before answering. "Katana, what's going on?" "Vincenzo," Katana's voice was urgent, "are you with Annizah?" "Yes, she's right here," he replied, a knot of tension forming in his chest. "Why? What's happened?" "Keep her close to you," Katana instructed, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Mark and I are on our way to your house. We have a lead on the threat, but we can't discuss it over the phone. Just make sure she's safe until we get there." Vincenzo's grip tightened on the phone. "Alright, we'll be waiting. Hurry." He ended the call and turned to Annizah, who was watching him with concern. "What's wrong?" she asked, her hand instinctively moving to her stomach. "It's Katana," Vincenzo said, his voi