SARAHAs Martha and I stepped into the living room, the first thing I noticed was the man standing in the middle of the room. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and his face… his face was something out of a nightmare. His features were hard and twisted, his eyes dark and menacing. Everything about him screamed danger. I immediately wondered how the hell he had gotten inside. My mind raced, trying to piece together what was happening. Who was this man, and why was he here?Before I could say anything, he spoke. His voice was low, rough, and full of disdain.“Well? You just gonna stand there, or are you gonna help me with my load?” He sneered at us, like we were nothing more than servants. “Stupid maids,” he muttered under his breath, making my blood boil.I took a breath, trying to remain calm. I wasn’t about to let some stranger waltz in here and bark orders at us, no matter how intimidating he looked. But my heart was pounding, and I could feel the tension in the air thickening with ever
SARAHI sat on the edge of the bed, still shaken by the confrontation with Marco’s uncle, Danzo. The image of his face, twisted with rage, was burned into my mind. I couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that settled in my chest since that moment. Living with Marco was already difficult enough—his constant mood swings, the unpredictable tension between us. But now there was someone even more terrifying under the same roof. It was like the walls were closing in on me.I rubbed my arms, trying to calm myself. Danzo had this aura of violence about him, a darkness that seemed to follow wherever he went. The way he looked at me, like I was nothing, like I didn’t deserve to be in Marco’s home—it made my skin crawl. And then he’d tried to strike me. My heart raced just thinking about it. What could have happened if Marco hadn’t walked in at that exact moment? I didn’t even want to imagine it.I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I leaned back against the bed frame. All I could do was pr
MARCOI sat behind my desk, staring at the stack of papers in front of me but not really seeing them. My mind was elsewhere, on the one thing I couldn’t ignore—Danzo. The fact that he had returned to the family house was eating at me. He wasn’t here for a friendly reunion. He never was. Danzo was always about power, control, and bloodshed. And now, after years of being gone, he thought he could waltz back in like nothing had happened?I clenched my fists, trying to hold back the rage bubbling under the surface. I wanted to confront him, throw him out of here before he got the chance to dig his claws into anything. But Tony had a point. If we kicked him out now, it would cause a stir, maybe even spark something we weren’t ready for. So I had to bide my time, play it smart.But every fiber in me wanted to handle this differently. I wanted him gone.A soft knock on my door pulled me from my thoughts. It was Carlos, my father’s closest advisor. He slipped into the room, his expression cal
Danzo sat in the leather chair of the dimly lit study, a faint smirk playing on his lips. It felt good to be back in this house, this place he once ruled with an iron fist. It had been years since he’d been exiled, sent away because of his “methods”—methods that, as far as he was concerned, had kept the family intact and powerful. But now, with Marco in charge, things were different. The family had weakened, fractured under Marco’s so-called leadership. Danzo could see it, and he knew others could too. And that’s why he was back.The pretense of his visit had been simple enough: concern for Marco’s safety, for the stability of the family. But that was just the surface. Beneath it, Danzo was already calculating, already watching for the cracks he could exploit. And there were plenty of them.He picked up the phone on the desk, dialing a number he knew by heart. It rang once, twice, before the familiar voice on the other end answered.“Danzo,” Marcel greeted him, his tone sharp, busines
SARAHThe tension in the house had been building for days. I could feel it in the way everyone moved, the way conversations would abruptly stop whenever I walked into a room. It wasn’t just Marco who seemed on edge—Tony, Carlos, even some of the household staff were acting strange. There was something going on, and it had everything to do with Danzo’s sudden presence in the house.I didn’t trust him. How could I? The whispers about his violent past, the stories of how he used to run the family with an iron fist, made me wary. I wasn’t blind to the fact that people like him didn’t just change. But I also didn’t know enough to piece together what was really happening. All I had were the fragments of overheard conversations and the weight of the unease that seemed to hang over everyone like a dark cloud.Tony, especially, had been distant. Normally, we’d exchange friendly nods, or he’d at least acknowledge me with a smile when we crossed paths. But now, he barely even looked at me. And w
SARAHSteam still curled from my hair as I stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in my towel. The cool air hit my skin, a sharp contrast to the warmth of the shower, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. I was about to rummage through my drawer when the door creaked open, making me jump.Marco stood there, leaning casually against the doorframe, one eyebrow raised like he had every right to be there. I froze for a second, blinking in disbelief.“Excuse me?” I finally blurted out, clutching the towel tighter around me. “Ever heard of knocking?”A slow grin spread across his face, the kind that always managed to make my heart do a weird little flip despite myself. “I knock sometimes,” he said, stepping inside like he owned the place. “But I miss my wife, and I figured… why wait?”I stared at him, trying to keep my expression serious, though the corners of my mouth were already betraying me. “You miss me?” I asked, trying to keep my voice light. “Since when did we get so casual with each
SARAHThe moment Marco left the room, his words lingered in my mind like a weight I couldn’t shake off. “Stay out of sight. Don’t ask questions.” He didn’t say it in a harsh tone, but it was enough to leave me feeling uneasy. I wasn’t sure what this get-together was supposed to be about, but from the way he spoke, it was clear he didn’t want me anywhere near it. He always had this way of keeping me in the dark when it came to certain things, as if it was for my own good. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder if this was something else.Was he trying to protect me? Or was he… embarrassed of me?That thought made my chest tighten, and I hated that it even crossed my mind. I tried not to think of Marco that way. He wasn’t the type to care about appearances, at least not with me. But there was something about the way he said it, like he didn’t want anyone to know I was here. Like it was better for everyone if I just disappeared for the night.I sighed and sank back onto the bed, pulling my
SARAHWhen I opened the door, a maid stood in front of me. She wasn’t one of the regulars I had gotten used to seeing around here. This one looked unfamiliar—too unfamiliar for my comfort. Her eyes darted around nervously, and she didn’t meet my gaze directly.“Mr. Marco is at the party,” she said, her voice soft but firm, “and he’s requesting your attendance.”I blinked, stunned. Had I heard that right? Marco had been clear—so clear that his words echoed in my mind. “Stay put. Don’t leave your room”. The message had been firm, almost like a command. And now, this maid was here telling me the exact opposite? Something didn’t add up. I narrowed my eyes at her, trying to gauge if she was joking, but she looked dead serious.“Wait… What?” I said, my tone laced with confusion. “Marco asked for me? You’re sure?”“Yes, ma’am. Mr. Marco requested you,” she repeated, as if I hadn’t heard her the first time. “And… I think he’s getting tired of waiting.”Her words lingered, unsettling me. I bit