“Hello? Is there anybody on the line?” Enzo’s soft voice said again. It seemed like it had been months since I last heard his voice.“I think it's a wrong number,” I heard him say in a low voice to someone.Just when I felt like he was going to end the call, I opened my mouth to speak. “Enzo, it's me.”“Nazlynn?” He said, sounding shocked. “Sis where have you been? I have been calling and texting since forever, I even had someone check the house for me. What's up, is everything alright?” He asked, concerned. My breath hitched in my throat and I wondered what they found when they got to my house.My father, halfway dead or drunk, or his blood stains across the floor with no body to trace it to. “I…”“You know what? That's in the past, did you change your number? I haven't received a call from this number before?” I could picture him furrowing his eyebrows in confusion the way he would do over a video call. “I lost my phone,” I managed to croak out. There was a pause for a few secon
“Please Luca, I beg you,” the man pleaded, going down on his knees. “I had no choice, it was only a moment of desperation.”“Did I give you permission to speak?” Luca asked. The thick layer of rage beneath his voice was unrecognizable, it almost threw me off balance.Luca picked up a small knife from the table behind him, “I'm sure most of you know Peter, well, Peter has been selling illegal drugs using my business as a front.” Luca announced to the rest of us.If this were any other situation, people would begin to murmur after that announcement but the pin drop silence was deafening. “Luca, don't do this please. My wife! I have kids at home, you've met my kids.”“You should have thought about your family before deciding to act smart, Peter.” With a flick of his hand, Luca threw the knife into Peter's neck, missing his jugular by just a thread. It was so precise that it almost looked intentional.Peter's hand held on to the knife as blood spilled out of the wound. He coughed, splat
I didn't believe Luca, of course. He wouldn't actually do anything to hurt Enzo. But I couldn't help but start to panic when I tried calling Enzo two different times that day and the call went straight to voicemail.I was walking around absentmindedly to distract myself when I bumped into someone some time towards evening.“Nazlynn,” he called out when I walked past him after muttering an apology. I turned back.“Mathias? I'm sorry, I didn't notice you pass by. How are you?” I asked, giving him a forced smile.“I'm alright, the twins send their regards. They told me to pass across an invite to the house some time next week as well,” he said, guiding me to a side of the long hallway. I thought for a little bit before nodding when I remembered that there was nothing to do here anyways. “Are you okay? You look a little out of it,” he placed a hand on my forehead. “Luca mentioned the allergy incident of yesterday, do you perhaps need to see a doctor?”I pulled his hand off my head with
“Not all that good in the kitchen my ass,” Elena moaned as she stuffed her mouth with more cookies. Luckily, I was standing close enough to catch what she said.I laughed shyly. “That good huh?”“Good? Girl this is freaking amazing, José couldn't beat this even if he tried,” Jenna gushed, sniffing another piece before wolfing it down.“Well ouch, I feel offended Jenna,” a new voice joined in as the two boys walked in through the balcony.“Oh my love, you know I love you and I love your cookies but you have to try one of these,” Jenna said, walking towards them with two pieces in hand.They both greeted me before taking a piece each. I didn't miss the look of satisfaction on both their faces as they bit into it, nodding their heads.“I really can't beat that,” José said with a boyish grin before taking a few more pieces as they left the kitchen.Jenna piled the cookies on a plate while I sat and watched her. Elena slid a medium sized glass jar in my direction. “You should take some fo
“Where's your wedding ring?” I heard Luca ask me the minute I stepped out of my room.“What? No compliments, no nice words, the only thing you have to say is that?” I asked him with a raised brow and a frown.He ignored me, pointing at his ring finger again to remind me of his question.Sighing, I said, “I took it off, the jewelry set I have on has its own ring and I can't wear both at a time.”“Put on your ring, Nazlynn.”“What? No, I don't want to,” I argued, holding my hand away from him like that would change the fact that I didn't have the ring on. He snatched my hand, pulling the ring I had on out and throwing it down the hallway and out of sight. I gasped in horror. Those were real pearls.“That must have cost a lot, why would you do that?” I exclaimed, pulling my hand away from him.“Why do I have to wear the wedding ring? It's just a stupid ring for this fake marriage.”He took two steps closer to me and I took two steps back until I was backed up into the door. “This is not
Luca's POVI tried not to stare too much at Nazlynn when we were seated comfortably. She really did look beautiful and the dress matched the color of her eyes. She easily outdid every woman that I had seen so far.I tried to hide my frown when I saw the three men approach me “what's this about?” I asked them.Daniel bent and whispered in my ear. “The cargo and everything in the warehouse in Dublin has been cleared.”My blood ran cold, that warehouse had confidential information in it.“Stay where I can see you Nazlynn, I'll be right back,” I said to her before standing up.The second we stepped into a secluded area that was away from prying eyes and curious ears.“I want to hear what happened and I want to hear it along with solutions. What happened, Daniel?” I asked the middle aged man. Daniel was the man overseeing my second largest warehouse that was located in Dublin. His forehead was creased with worry. "It happened too fast, boss. One minute everything was secure, the nex minu
Nazlynn’s POVI woke up with a light buzz in my head, courtesy of the two or three glasses of champagne I had the night before. “Maria?” I called out the moment my feet touched the cool tiles on the floor.I was about to call out for her again when I heard her little footsteps approaching my room. “My apologies Signora, you called for me.”“Oh no, that's alright, could you run me a hot bath and then get me a glass of lemon juice. Thank you,” I said with a small smile. I sighed deeply, placing my hand on my temples.“Are you alright, Signora? Would you like me to get painkillers for the headache?” She asked with concern etched on her face.I politely declined and she entered the bathroom to get the bath running. I took a well needed soak, only coming out of the bathtub when the water started getting cold. Luca hadn't responded to my question last night and now, without sleepy eyes and with a clear head, I didn't know how to ask him again.The glass of lemon juice was waiting for me b
A day had passed since I learnt about Luca's mother's death anniversary from the twins and from what they said, the next day was the day she died. Luca and I had crossed paths twice from the time of the call. And every time we did, I resisted the urge to reach out and hold his hand in mine, instead, I murmured a greeting to which he grunted in response.His hooded eyes seemed to be calling out to me. I didn't know what to make of how I was feeling towards him and so I just wrote it off as empathy. I noticed the atmosphere in the house change that evening. The staff walked with stiff backs, like they were afraid of even breathing any louder than they should.If the twins had not already told me what was going on, I would have had to force Gabriel to tell me. Speaking of Gabriel, he had come to give me some sort of warning that afternoon.“The boss is not really in the best place this period, it would be in the best interest of you both if you just let him be for now. He'll come aroun
You're really not going to talk to me at all?” I heard Enzo ask, making me sigh.I had come down the staircase the next morning only to almost bump into him at the bottom. I increased my pace so I could disappear from him as quickly as possible, but Enzo just wouldn't let me be.“I thought I made that clear enough, but apparently I didn't, seeing how you're currently trying to talk to me,” I replied with a fake smile.“Nazlynn,” he called out softly, taking a step in my direction.My eyes searched his. I could still see fragments of the little boy who had left for Atlanta years back, but I could also see something darker. The kind of darkness that you are bound to be exposed to while working with the mafia.I was one to talk, considering how I'm married to a mafia don who is the rival to my biological father who is also a mafia don.“I'm not ready for the conversation you're trying to have, Enzo. I would like to get through one day without reminding myself of how I failed you as a si
I was going to respond to the message Alice sent, but then I got distracted by something that Gabriel said, and I kind of zoned out from everything until we got to the house.I knew when Enzo arrived because half of the staff went into a frenzy, trying to prepare a room for the guest. I wonder what he would be referred to as someone who works for the boss or the boss’ wife's brother. Either way, he's getting a wonderful welcome party.Once I got home, I picked up a sleepy Hailey from her nursery and headed to my room. I wanted to take a nap, and I always slept better when I was smothering Hailey in my arms.Some hours later, a knock woke me up. I saw that my girl was already up before me and was staring at me with her eyes that were an exact copy of mine.I swung the door open with a scowl on my face, ready to have a go at the person who has just interrupted my sleep and possibly, Hailey’s. I was certainly not expecting to be met with Luca's expectant face.My face softened visibly.
“Enzo,” I breathed out without turning back.“I'm home, sis. Not at the best of times, but I'm home,” he said, taking steps closer to me.I pressed a hand to my lips to conceal the sob that was threatening to break out. Slowly, I turned back to see a face that I had not seen physically in about eight years. Enzo was right there, standing in front of me.“How did you….?” I said, making a beeline for him, but then I stopped. Memories of the events from the past few weeks came flooding back into my head at once.“Nazi, please, don't turn away from me. I just want to give my big sister a hug after all these days,” he said, his eyes searching mine for any form of forgiveness. I made sure he wouldn't see any.He took a step closer to me, but I held a hand up to stop him. “How did you know where to find me?” I asked.“I called the boss when I landed at the airport. He told me you had just left the house and were headed here. Turns out, the trip from the airport here takes less time than fro
“Thrilling isn't it? To have found out that everybody had been lying to you,” the message read.“Who are you?” I typed in a frenzy. “Why are you doing this?”“Just a concerned citizen who doesn't like getting lied to. Something I figured you and I have in common.”My nostrils flared. Whoever this was, the person clearly knew a whole lot about me, and I didn't know anything about them. “I want to know who you are. Do you want to meet up?” I asked, biting down on my fingernails.“Making friends is not a part of my job description, sweet pea.”I kissed my teeth in irritation. “What job description?”“You.”That one word chilled me to the bone. I swiped away from the chat and quickly blocked the number from calling or texting me before I could allow myself to give it an extra thought. And that was the end of that chapter for me. I completely closed my mind to everything the person had said to me.It's been almost three weeks since Luca and I had the biggest and most emotional argument t
It took me a few minutes of staring at the screen before I decided to turn off my phone and ignore it. I left Hailey under Tracy's care and headed for the gym without taking the bath that Maria had already prepared for me.Between the music blasting through my earphones and how fast the treadmill was, I was in my own world.The treadmill was on the highest speed it has ever been on. Somehow, it felt like I was running away from all my problems and for just that moment, I felt better. I felt hopeful like I could forgive Luca, forgive Enzo, forgive my mother, forgive Vincent, and lastly, forgive myself.I wasn't sure how long I was on the treadmill, running on a spot until Mathias appeared out of nowhere and turned down the speed of the treadmill.“Hey, hey, hey,” he said as I turned to glare at him. “Don't kill the messenger. I'm just here to check up on you.”“Why did you turn it down? I didn't ask for anyone's help,” I said with a scowl on my face as I took off my earphones that were
It had been two weeks since Luca dropped those bombs on me. Enzo had been blowing my phone up nonstop. A part of me was hoping and praying that Luca was lying about the whole Enzo thing, but barely twenty minutes after I asked him to leave me alone, Enzo started calling me.My brother wasn't playing football in Atlanta like I thought. Instead, he was a member of my husband's mafia. How much crazier can this get? At least it made sense now why Enzo did not mention anything about getting threatened by Luca's people or the time when they made me believe he was shot. It was all part of their ploy to get me to stay here and what better way to do so than to threaten my brother? I couldn't even speak to Elena or Sabrina. What would I say? How does a person even start a conversation like that with her friends?I had told Luca to give me space to process things and I clearly needed a lot of that space. He didn't agree too easily though.“You'll need to leave. This room, this wing, maybe even
“What do you mean Enzo?” I asked incredulously.I had stopped pacing and was now standing a few inches away from Luca, waiting to hear what he had to say. My heart was in my throat, choking me internally.“Nazlynn, I promise you, I was going to tell you everything soon. This is not how I planned for you to find out. This was certainly not a part of it,” he said, standing up so we could be on the same level. “I would appreciate it if you explained to me what you meant when you mentioned my brother. You don't know Enzo. You've never even met the guy. Hell, I haven't even seen the guy in years, so how are you speaking about me on the phone with someone you've never met?” I asked all in one breath.Luca is either the worst at starting an explanation or has plans on giving me a heart attack because his first statement threw me off balance so much that I could have crumpled to the ground if only it registered at first. “Enzo works for me, Nazlynn,” Luca said.I fixed my gaze on him. Then
“You're right,” Luca started.“What did you say?”“You're right,” he repeated. “I already knew.”The sob that I had been holding back all this while rose up to my throat, and I choked it back forcefully.“Your mother was in Italy when she got pregnant. She and Vincent were dating then, and he worked for a man there. The man admired your mother, and during one of their encounters, you were conceived. It was—”“Hold on. Hold on. How do you know any of this?” I asked him, shocked at the words that were coming out of my husband's mouth.“Can you just let me say what I know? I promise I'll explain everything to you.”I kept mute. By all means, speak away.“It was an amazing time for Vincent. He had no idea he wasn't really your father, and your mother couldn't bring herself to tell him just yet. When she did, he ran for the hills. He was scared of what his boss could do when he found out about it. Vincent was a coward. He left your mother when she was far along in her pregnancy.”“Your rea
“No,” I whispered to myself, scooting away from the journal.“No, it's not possible,” I said again, louder this time. But there was talk about the mafia, about being scared, being in danger, and now, there's the name Santos. It couldn't be.I reached for my phone and pulled open a Google search then searched some keywords from one of the headlines I had read. Nothing came up. It was like all information from that day had been wiped off.Santos? The Santos that I have heard of? No way.I pulled up a search for the name Santos, and I was faced with about a hundred thousand of them. Pulling my hair in frustration, I flipped the remaining pages of the journal.Hoping and praying that I missed something the first time and that I would come across another page that would explain things. There was nothing. Just blank pages.My hands were shaking when I picked up my phone to call Luca. I hardly ever called him, so when I do call, he knows it's something serious. He picked up on the first