"Ah... you knew I survived?" Sebastien sighed dramatically. "You never cease to amaze me, Dimitri." Dimitri quietly studied his childhood friend.Except for the wonders of age, he hadn't changed a bit. A part of his mind had always bugged him that Sabestien might be alive somewhere. After all, he was the one who pulled the trigger and gave him a narrow escape.He had barely missed his heart."Do you know how long it took me to get back on my feet?" He continued with a snarl. "Do you know what I had to go through? I imagined the look on your face when I triumphantly take your crown. That—" He stomped his crutch on the ground, "—is the only reason I'm standing here today."Dimitri nodded in the head in resignation."It's understandable. But do you want to cause a reenactment of the past that should be forgotten? Where did it take us? We were once friends. Amico (friends) Sabestien." He urged, but Sebastian didn't have it.He had come with a lot of hatred and vengeance in his heart and
Luca watched in horror as Dimitri slumped against his wheelchair, blood spluttering out of his mouth."What are y'all looking at? Get him to the hospital!" He yelled to the men on his right side and turned to the ones on his left. "You guys should form a cover." Throwing a glance at his friend, who was busy slaughtering everything and everyone his eyes came in contact with, he knew it would do no good to try and convince him. When Adonis got like that, no one could stop him. He wasn't in his right mind, but this time, Luca was in support of his actions.An eye for an eye.When he was sure that Adonis could hold out on his own, he went after Dimitri. Knowing even if he couldn't, the men would step inDimitri was the priority. Cara was still behind the pillar, only this time, she wasn't peeking or trying to. If anything, the way her legs were pulled tightly to her chest and her shoulders trembled with her eyes tightly closed, it was obvious that she didn't want to be there. Her body
Cara's POV The last twenty-four hours have been hard... there was a chill in the atmosphere at the Bernardi mansion. At least to me.There had been an unusual quietness as opposed to the chattering since the death of Dimitri. It was like everyone had a mutual agreement to do it in his honour. Another intense stabbing pain erupted in my chest and my face scrunched up in discomfort.The previous battle had no direct effect on me, yet I had a lot of reasons for the throbbing ache; I didn't know which it was.Perhaps because of Dimitri's death, I'd come to care for the elderly man. He was, after all, the one person, the man I had feelings for, cared about. Or because I'd come to accept the family as mine, and when a family hurts, they all hurt together.Okay, it might be because I watched the entire scene play out that night. Adonis response to his grandfather being shot. The massive killings and decapitation. The pained look on Luca's face when Dimitri was being rushed to the hospita
"Where is he?" Cara asked Luca. She wanted to get to him as soon as possible; the longer she waited, the more liable she was to change her mind. Without waiting for a reply, she was already out of the room and heading towards the elevator. If Adonis wasn't on their floor, then he was definitely on the second floor, she concluded, but Luca's reply caused her to halt for a second."The fourth floor." Cara looked back with a questioning expression. "The fourth floor?" He nodded. The same fourth-floor Adonis had firmly warned her not to ever go into. She was torn. He was already pissed at her; this was not the right time to test his patience.She frowned. "Are you sure?" And Luca exhaled deeply with a disgruntled expression. He knew Adonis never liked anyone going up there. It was the only floor in the mansion. Even the maids weren't allowed to clean that particular floor."I'm not sure about anything right now," he confessed."But you still think I should go...""Yes."Cara nodde
Cara felt her heart being torn apart as the elevator slid closed. She fell to her knees, her throat closing up.So this was it? Adonis was really telling her to-Bang!A loud thud echoed, and she jumped to her feet as the elevator automatically slid open again."Adonis?"There he was, covered in cold sweats in a barely conscious state. The only reason he was still standing was due to the walls holding his weight.Her brows shot up and she ran towards him."Adonis, what's wrong?" Cara asked, but he could only let out a painful groan in reply, tightly shutting his eyes to ease his pain.Cara was in two minds. He was fine just a moment ago. Why was he suddenly acting like this? Her eyes followed the movement of his hand as it moved to rub at his forehead. "Are you having a headache? Should I call the doctor? Do you want to go to the hospital? Tell me what I should do." She fretted, extending her arms towards him, but he moved out of her hold and with great difficulty, Adonis gritted o
"I did nothing of the sort. I only told her to leave, and the next thing I knew, she was lying unconscious on the floor." Adonis defended, leaning back against the sofa.He was in a bad mood.Not only was his sleep interrupted because of Cara's situation, but they even dared to send him away from the bed. Luca placed his hands on his hips, giving him a reprimanding look."Oh really? How come she has been unconscious for the last five hours then? Why isn't she waking up? Why would you even tell her to leave? And why does she have all her stuff packed?" He exclaimed, gesturing to the suitcases and travelling bags that had been pushed aside when they came barreling in."I have no idea," Adonis replied coolly."You." Luca gave him a look that said 'I'm not stupid', "Have no idea? I sent her up to get you out of your comatose state, not to end up in one!" He retorted, unable to understand how Cara ended up unconscious.Nothing seemed to be making sense at the moment. When his phone beepe
Cara's last two words snapped Adonis out of his dazed state, and he stomped over to her with annoyance polluting his facial musculature."Little Adonis? Are you serious right now? Did you know about this before? You did this on purpose, didn't you?" "Excuse me? I just found out, and why would I want to get pregnant intentionally?" Cara snapped back at him, meeting his glare head-on."Then why?" She scoffed. "If you've forgotten, this is what happens when two genders of the opposite sex have unprotected sex, and we've been having a lot of that!" Her voice rose at the end.Was he going to blame her for this too? For getting pregnant?"Okay, okay, let's not forget that you have company." Luca raised his arm to call them to order but was promptly ignored.Adonis began to pace around the room, his hand restlessly running through his hair."How can you get pregnant? It's too early for a child; the circumstances right now are not even palatable. I thought you were being careful or preventi
Things had ultimately returned to normal at the Bernard's mansion. The men were back on their feet, and the regular chattering had resumed.Adonis looked better and was trying his best to restore order, and Cara was beginning to love her new pregnancy glow.—except for the constant vomiting, that is.The next day, after they'd settled on a compromise, Adonis had instructed that she be driven to the hospital for a thorough check, and the pregnancy was estimated to be a little over a month.He was back to being the cold man he was before they confessed their feelings to one another, just a little more attentive. They rarely shared conversations other than simple greetings and small talk over meals and he was very occupied with finding Antonio.He had invested a lot of time, effort, and resources in his search, but Antonio was doing a very good job of staying hidden. His hideouts and home had been thoroughly searched, but there was still no sign of him anywhere. Cara could see it made
Cara's POVAll through the drive to the hospital, I couldn't stop imagining the what-ifs.What if his case had worsened? What if his case was already beyond the point of recovery? What if he doesn't regain consciousness at all?I didn't know what to expect, and the fact in itself was sickening. Literally speaking.At the hospital, we found my father and Doctor Bruno talking at the reception and were immediately escorted to Adonis's room."What happened? He was fine before I left." I asked, my eyes zeroed in on my husband's unconscious form. "I don't understand either. We stood up to see Diavolo out when fluid suddenly began to leak from his nostrils—My face contorted, "Excuse me, what? Fluid?""I wouldn't say it was sudden. The fluid is from his brain. I believe there's a leak somewhere." Doctor Bruno cut in, "Remember, we have left this untreated for long, so adverse effects like this are bound to occur."My heart skipped a beat. At the end of the day, it was due to Adonis's stub
"To warn you." Was all Cara said, but those three words were enough to get his full attention if it was still divided. "Diavolo's at my father's." Luca leaned forward, clasping his hands in concentration."The time has come then?" "Yes, it has." She confirmed. Both were speaking in parables... half words. Despite not using complete sentences, they understood each other."I'm surprised Adonis let you leave the house at all." "He didn't have a choice. My presence there would only cause chaos. It was better for me to be away, believe me." "Still, you could've sent someone. It's not safe for you to be moving around unprotected. Adrian had recruited a lot of people. The threat would be too overwhelming for a mere dozen guards.""I don't have a dozen and have you forgotten what I said?" Cara stressed. "I needed to warn you." "Yeah. From what? Adonis couldn't come himself to do so?" He scoffed, rising to his feet to get his pills.One of the few things he was grateful about for Cecelia
Cara's POV One would think arriving at the mansion I'd missed so much would bring me joy, but it only made my anxiety turn sour.What are the odds that I'd meet Tina at the door just as I was about to walk in?"Well, well, look what the cat dragged in..." she taunted.As usual, I was taken aback; it would take a million years for me to get used to this version of her. She used to be the only reason I looked forward to working at the restaurant... one of the sources of my rarely enjoyed happiness. Now she was... different.She gave me a once-over, her face scrunched up like she was disgusted. "You look fat... I must say. And how is life treating you, now that your rich husband is not so rich? Did you think all your problems would go away when you married him?" Tina laughed mockingly.I eyed her outfit, composed of the latest pieces of Louis Vuitton from her head down to her feet. "Are you sure you're not projecting yourself on me?""Excuse me?""You're the one who changed because you
Cara's POVI didn't go down immediately. Adonis wasn't a child or a stupid man; the fact that he brought Diavolo to our home meant that he was trying to achieve something.Whatever it was, I was not interested. As we had indirectly decided months ago, he could do as he pleased. I was already doing the same.Diavolo's acceptance of the invitation made me uneasy. Living with men who had mastered the act of manipulation and psychology in their work dealings had taught me more than a thing or two.He wasn't here to play.Making my spine as straight as possible, I began heading towards our room."Come along with me. I'll need your help." The maid didn't argue and silently followed. One of the attributes one must have to work for a man like my father.Never ask questions.I went straight into our dressing room, moving over to the section of clothes I hadn't touched for months. Adonis's side of the dressing room seemed to be more comfortable than mine, so I lived wearing his clothes.Not to
Cara's POVThere isn't much to say. Literally, there isn't. I'd never been to a theatre to watch a play, but I've read tons of novels where the saying, 'The show must go on' was used. That was the best description of our current situation.Life took unexpected turns, the unusual becoming the new normal... and in my case, the lines between what's real and unreal become distorted, yet we live.Two months have passed since that day... the day the first group of Adonis's men was taken. Since then, more have followed.Now, we're just living like things are normal; life at the mansion was crumbling. Luca barely shows up at my father's home anymore. He calls only when he has important information, and the call is never two-way. Day and night, I'm surrounded by complaints about his unavailability. Even when I tried to reach him, I was met with the same silence.'The number you're trying to call is busy; please try again later'.I think we broke him. Although Cecelia seems to believe the 'w
Cara's POV I watched with worried eyes as Adonis shrugged off the two pairs of supporting arms that prevented him from falling face flat as he found his footing—to my utmost disappointment, he didn't pass out."I'm fine." He grumbled.I was reaching my breaking point. How long could it take a man to lose consciousness?Was his brain truly in control of his body system like all normal humans, or was he the one controlling it?However, my patience was wearing thin, and the limit was soon reached."We should get you admitted." I deadpanned, ready for the disagreement that would spring up."You know my answer to that." He rasped, taking a seat. "I have a few days more to go.""Nothing is likely to change. You heard the bombshell Luca dropped. The symptoms are worsening." My mouth stated points I believed were valid enough to get him to change his mind, but this was Adonis.He was as stubborn as a goat. "All the more reason why I should be home."Despair washed over me. I looked at him,
Cara's POV The cutlery, halfway to Adonis's lips, fell from his hand at those startling words. Slowly, very slowly, he lifted his gaze, once emotionless, now hard, pinning it on his second-in-command."What the fuck are you talking about?" His voice was deadly calm, yet I felt the chill in them.Luca began to pace, unfazed by his friend's shift in emotion. "My phone had been blowing up with calls and texts from the guys." He ran a hand down his face, a flicker of something that looked like regret crossing it. "I didn't get to check it until a few hours ago, but I dashed to the mansion immediately after I got the news."Adonis narrowed his eyes at him, a brewing storm in them. I could hear his teeth grinding together, the sound clawing at my skin.He was mad! Extremely... mad.The rest of the people in the room were just as shocked as I was. They stared speechless, peering eyes watching the movements of both men. All except for my father, who pushed away his almost empty plate, taking
Cara's POVAfter leaving Doctor Bruno's office, I spent the rest of the day stuffing myself in the hospital cafeteria while I waited for Adonis to be done with his examinations.At the end of it all, we left in separate cars, a stark contrast to our arrival. The emotions, the atmosphere, everything down to the littlest details was different.The heavy tension, born of fear for the news we might receive at the hospital, gave way to an awkwardness neither of us wanted to acknowledge.Talking about it meant compromising, which we weren't ready to do. Not he, nor I. It was better that way."I'd be back," Adonis said in a low voice as he drove off with an extra car packed with about five guards behind him. The dark circles underneath his eyes spoke volumes about the stressful poking and prodding he'd endured all day. His usually proud posture had a slight slouch yet I acted oblivious as I was escorted to the other car, surrounded by my guards,"I'll be waiting back at the house." Was my o
Cara's POVSilence hung heavily in the room, the thick smell of antiseptic, suffocating despite being in an office. The leather chair felt as cold as the diagnosis made me feel as my husband and I took in Doctor Bruno's last words to us. Our lives felt like a labyrinth of chaos; with every step we took forward, there was more trouble waiting to jump in our faces.It seemed like there was no end to this.Adonis's sickness seemed too convenient, just like the other unplanned and unforeseen problems. One after another. Yet I couldn't show how I was feeling. I was always the dramatic one—the one amongst us who couldn't hide her emotions and would display exactly how it was, leaning on my man's broad shoulders.Not this time. Adonis did his best to hide it, but I could see how shaken he was about losing his memory. He had taken the crown from me. It was my turn to be there for him and support him as he always did me. It was like wearing his suit, too large and heavy, but necessary.I sup