(ENZO'S POINT OF VIEW)The mansion had a subterranean basement, and in one of those basements, there were fools who believed they could get away if they played cleverly. However, no one ever played smart and got away with it, especially not after stealing something that belonged to the Mezzesalmas. It was a death wish that was ready to be granted.A cage stood in front of me, and inside were five ex-managers of clubs, gambling houses, and casinos, chained and handcuffed, bleeding and sobbing.I watched them, my sleeves folded to my elbows that were resting on my knees, and my body leaned forward. I observed the way their blood and sweat congealed, as well as the fear in their eyes as they all stared at me with pleading eyes.The fear in their eyes was insufficient.The blood, sweat, and tears dripping on the floor, forming tiny and large puddles, were not enough. The whimpers and cries—none of it was enough. I wanted more.I stood up sharply, grabbing a blade from the tool table in t
[KHIONE’S POINT OF VIEW]I stared at the bold red line on the dipstick, and it stared back even more fiercely.Pregnant!The word echoed, and I did not realize it when I stumbled against the bathroom wall, shock coursing through me like a hot stream of lava. The sweat prickled my brow, and the drum of my heart was too loud for my ears. I felt my hand sweat, and it shook around the pregnancy dipstick.No! This couldn't be happening to me!I could not possibly be pregnant. I returned the dipstick to my face, and the red line stared back, as if mocking and laughing at my face.Fuck! I was definitely pregnant! How could I have been so stupid?I let out a frustrated laugh and racked my fingers through my hair. Of course, the first time in three years that I decided to give myself to him, I ended up fucked, pregnant, and alone! There was no way Giovanni was going to accept this; he would say the child wasn't his since he had already labeled me a whore.I slid down to the floor and let out
[KHIONE’S POINT OF VIEW]My conversation with Giovanni went well, but who said it couldn't get worse, and that saying became true in just a couple of days.Meirnda stood before me, her arms crossed across her chest, her probing eyes darting between me and my bed, which was strewn with my clothes and an open suitcase. My stomach became her line of sight after that. “You can't possibly be carrying my son’s child, are you?” She spoke in a disgusted tone. I stepped back while bracing my stomach. How did she find out I was pregnant?She scoffed and rolled her eyes at my stunned expression. "Don't be surprised; nothing about my sons can be hidden, and the same goes for what happens in this mansion. You are mistaken if you believe you can hide things from me. And right now, that thing in your stomach is going to be aborted. That thing will not be accepted in my home.”My stare became a glare. "My child is not a thing, and whether your family accepts my child or not is of no concern to me. I
(KHIONE'S POINT OF VIEW) I remained there in the same position for as long as I could, until I was unable to distinguish between time and emotion. I was so numb that I was unable to feel the pain in my own heart anymore, so even when I heard the loud opening and closing sounds of the door and Rue's laughter filled the room, I remained motionless. Once her laughter died, she tsked. "Aren't you a miserable thing? Pregnant and discarded." When I finally moved, every joint in my body ached. My numbness instantly subsided. I looked at her. "I see that you are taking pleasure in this. You initiated all of this, after all. She laughed, finally dropping the façade she had been maintaining. “Do not misunderstand me, Khione. I never intended to sabotage your relationship with Giovanni; I have never given a damn about your shit, so it never began with me. I only played the part on my cards, and everything else fell into place smoothly." A slight frown owned my features, and I was getting of
[ANASTASIA’S POINT OF VIEW]I stood in front of the house I grew up in—the place that was supposed to be a safe zone has never given me a sense of comfort. In contrast to the gloomy exterior, the interior lacked warmth.Realizing that no matter how long I stood there watching, the door would not open, I reached out and knocked. And it opened almost instantly, revealing Mom.She fixed her gaze on me with surprise in her eyes. “Oh, Anastasia, you are here earlier than expected.” I peered into her caramel eyes, which were arctic; they had always been that way, and I had grown so accustomed to seeing them that way that I was no longer looking for something they lacked. "I played my part. My work in the Mezzesalma’s household is done.”Just like that, a harrowing smile surfaced on her lips, and she nodded her head in approval before stepping out of the way and letting me into the house and into the living room.Dad had a magazine spread on his lap and was perched on the couch with one leg
(ANASTASIA'S POINT OF VIEW)"Anastasia!?" The vexation in his eyes had faded, and he now wore a shocked expression. "What-how-" he couldn't seem to find the right words. "How come you're here?""The Martins sent me. They said I would find the answers I seek here. Are you going to be the one to give me the answers?"Growing up in a home devoid of emotions and warmth taught me how to hide my emotions quite well. I was almost acting against my true nature in the Mezzesalmas household, or perhaps the Mezzesalmas brought out a side of me that I did not know existed, especially Enzo, but this was who I was. Cold and emotionless, almost like the people who raised me.While they strive to become less human by the day, I strive to become more human. There was nothing wrong with having feelings, but they saw everything wrong with it.He exchanged a glance with Max before sighing in response to my words. "I believe the Martins told you nothing. "Please allow me to introduce myself; my name is Gr
(ANASTASIA'S POINT OF VIEW)A month has passed since I discovered my biological father and lived with him, learning about the type of work he did and the people he associated with.I still wasn't able to call him dad; I wasn't prepared, or the word felt so wrong coming out of my mouth, and he understood just fine. In time, I would become accustomed to it, he said, but I just couldn't picture myself calling him dad. But it didn't matter if I called him Dad or not; he was still my father, and that was what mattered.In a month, I've blended in so well with the Grayson squad, as they called themselves, with Max as their leader. He was nice but a total man-whore which I had come to know since the first day I stepped into the mansion, and he had never tried to hide it, throwing parties five times a week that only included himself and his harems, as he called his girls."Are you prepared for your first mission as a Grayson?" Max winked at me as he entered his private basement, where the res
[ANASTASIA’S POINT OF VIEW]In order to celebrate our victory, we hit the nearest club. I sat on one of the bar stools, watching as the rest of the squads celebrated their victory, but it did not feel like a victory to me anymore, more like a defeat as I remembered the dread in Enzo's eyes, the pain in his expression.I’d always wanted him to show his emotions, and when he finally did, I couldn't seem to bear it. I'd complained that he was too blank, but tonight I wished he had remained blank and not revealed anything to me. Maybe he knew what those emotions would do to me, and that is why he had them all over his face; he knew they would haunt me for a long time.I closed my eyes, and my mind immediately replayed the events of an hour ago. I shivered as I shot him, thinking he was going to pull his own trigger, but he didn't, and he never planned to. But what if my bullet had hit somewhere else, perhaps his chest?Suddenly, my mind conjured up an image of Enzo lying in his pool of bl