I stumbled forward, the world tilting beneath my feet—then a sharp tug, a cruel twist of fate.My foot caught.No, not on something—on someone.A jolt of pain surged through my hands and knees as I crashed to the cold, merciless floor. The impact rattled through my bones, sharp and unrelenting, but it was nothing compared to the familiar sting of humiliation.Laughter echoed around me—sharp, high, venomous.I didn’t need to lift my head to know who it was."Oh, my bad," Beatrice's voice rang out, feigning sweetness. "I didn’t see you coming."My fingers curled into fists against the icy tile, knuckles scraping. I forced myself to breathe—shallow, broken breaths that tasted like rage and shame. Every nerve in my body screamed, not just from the fall, but from the years—the years—of being brought low by her.The girl she loved to break."Mrs. Amato!"Aldo’s voice sliced through the fog in my head. He was at my side in an instant, his hands gentle but sure, already moving to help me up.B
Aldo’s voice pulled me from the void. “Mrs. Amato… can we go now?”His tone was gentle, careful—as if one wrong note might shatter me completely. But I couldn’t speak. My throat was a knot of grief, my thoughts too loud to form words. Slowly, I raised my hand in a faint, trembling wave. A silent answer.Aldo started the engine, the quiet hum filling the space between us. But just as the car began to roll forward, something made me turn.She was standing there.Beatrice.Leaning against the hospital wall like it was a stage built just for her.Her fingers lifted in a slow, mocking wave. Her smile—no, her smirk—wasn’t one of politeness or farewell. It was a promise. A silent vow that chilled me to the bone.“Let the torment begin.”I knew that look. I’d grown up under it. It was the same look she wore every time she shoved me down a flight of stairs and made it look like an accident. The same smirk she had when she burned holes into my dresses or whispered lies that got me punished.And
Alessandro let out a sharp scoff, the sound laced with disbelief and bitter amusement. It wasn’t just a simple exhale of air—it carried years of anger, betrayal, and walls built too high for anyone to climb. His lips curled into a smirk, but there was no humor in it. It was the kind of laugh that wasn’t laughter at all, but rather a defense mechanism—one meant to push away the truth before it could cut too deep.He turned slightly, shaking his head as if the words Aldo had just spoken were nothing but nonsense. But the tightening of his jaw, the way his fingers dug into his palm, betrayed him."You really think she suffers more than I do?" Alessandro’s voice was low, strained. His scoff came again, this time quieter, almost like he was trying to convince himself that Aldo was wrong.But deep down, something twisted inside him. A part of him that had buried itself under years of resentment, of betrayal, of feeling like nothing he did was ever enough.And for the first time in a long ti
"Hey, don’t look at me like that," Alessandro said, raising a brow as he met Antonia’s glare. A teasing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, but there was something else in his gaze—something unreadable. "It’s disrespectful to look at your husband that way."Antonia let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. The sound was hollow, almost mocking."Husband?" she scoffed, her voice laced with resentment. "What do you even know about respect?"Alessandro’s expression darkened, the teasing glint in his eyes vanishing. His jaw tightened."What did you just say?" His voice dropped, steady but edged with something dangerous.Antonia’s eyes burned as she met his gaze head-on, the weight of everything she had been holding back finally breaking through."I said, what do you know about respect?" Her voice trembled, but she didn’t waver. "You treat me however you want. You push me around like I’m nothing—like I don’t matter. You act like I should be grateful for whatever scraps of kindness you d
Antonia lay on the cold floor, her body curled in on itself, trembling from both pain and fear. Her breath came in uneven gasps, her chest rising and falling as she tried to regain control.Alessandro stood over her, his presence towering, his eyes dark and unreadable. He let out a slow exhale, tilting his head slightly as if amused by her words."And what made you think I would let you do that?" His voice was calm, almost eerily so, as he watched her struggle.Antonia’s fingers curled into weak fists against the ground, but she didn’t dare look up at him."Who’s going to pay for the damages and costs, huh?" he continued, his tone laced with something cruel. "I already lost to your stepfather. The least I could do is keep one of his children for myself… right?"Her stomach twisted at his words.Her entire life had been a game of control—first with her family, now with him. She had hoped, even if only slightly, that there was a shred of decency left in him. But this? This confirmed eve
"What do you mean she's gone?!" Alessandro’s voice ripped through the room like a storm, his heart slamming against his ribs as he turned to Aldo, searching for answers. His breath came in short, uneven bursts, panic clawing at his chest."She was fine last night," he whispered, almost as if trying to convince himself. But the moment the words left his mouth, his mind betrayed him—memories flooding in, drowning him in guilt. The look in Antonia’s eyes, the way she recoiled from him, the sharp edge in her voice when she said she couldn't do this anymore."What did you do this time, Alessandro?" Aldo’s question was quiet, but the weight behind it hit like a blow.Alessandro dragged a hand down his face, his fingers trembling slightly. "I tried," he muttered. "I tried to do what you said—I asked her how her day was, I tried to be... different. But then—" He stopped himself, shame burning through his veins. "My anger got the best of me."Aldo exhaled sharply, his expression unreadable. "A
The man took a step forward.Antonia’s hands shook as she pressed the lock button, her breaths coming out in short, panicked gasps. Click. The doors locked.But then—click.The locks disengaged on their own.Her heart pounded in her chest. No, no, no… She scrambled to press the button again. Click. Locked.But just as quickly—click. Unlocked.A cold wave of dread crashed over her as she turned her head, only to see the man now standing mere inches away from the driver’s side door. His masked face was void of expression, his dark eyes drilling into her like he could see straight into her fear.Her hands trembled as she frantically tried locking the car again, but before she could react, the door swung open on its own.And in that split second—he was inside.A sharp blade pressed against the soft skin of her throat, forcing a strangled gasp from her lips."Drive."The single command slithered from the man’s mouth, his voice deep, devoid of emotion. The knife against her neck told her th
the man screamed, gripping the dashboard as panic flashed in his eyes.But Antonia didn’t hear him.She didn’t hear anything.All she could hear was Alessandro’s voice—his cold, merciless voice—repeating in her head like a cruel echo."Kill her. And send the corpse to me."And in that moment—she had nothing left to lose.His hands trembled as he stared at the glowing screen, the unknown number glaring back at him like a silent threat. His heart pounded in his chest, his breath shallow. Who could this be? A chill crawled up his spine, an unshakable feeling of unease settling in."No one should know... No one except my family and hers. So who—"Alessandro’s voice from the phone call echoed in his mind. "Don’t tell me... It can’t be Beatrice, can it?"His jaw tightened, his grip on the phone turning white-knuckled. The mere thought sent a storm raging through him. Could she have found out? Had she been watching him from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike?He swallowed
The ride was supposed to be safe.Silent, secure — a simple drive to the villa where Alessandro had promised protection awaited them.Antonia sat in the backseat, one twin pressed against each of her sides. Matteo clutched her hand tightly, while Antonio quietly hummed under his breath, a nervous habit he hadn’t outgrown.The countryside blurred past the windows in smears of green and gold, the sun low in the sky.For a moment, Antonia allowed herself to believe they were safe.Until she heard the soft, mechanical click.The doors locked.Antonia stiffened immediately.She leaned forward, her voice calm but sharp."Driver," she said, forcing herself to stay composed, "why did you lock the doors?"There was no answer.The man behind the wheel stared ahead, his knuckles tightening around the steering wheel.Antonia’s heartbeat quickened."Driver," she repeated, firmer this time. "Open the doors. Now."Still nothing.Matteo tugged at her sleeve, his voice small and scared."Mamma... what
The estate was quieter now — at least on the surface.But Alessandro knew better.Silence was not peace. It was the breath before a storm broke.After ensuring the twins were upstairs under watchful care — after giving Antonia a kiss that tasted like an unspoken apology — he slipped away to the security room tucked deep within the house.The door clicked shut behind him.Inside, six massive monitors illuminated the darkened space, each displaying live feeds from every corner of the property: gates, hallways, gardens, perimeter walls. A silent, ceaseless watch.Marco, his head of security, stood stiffly near the corner, tension radiating from every line of his body."Leave," Alessandro said quietly, his voice brooking no argument.Marco hesitated."Sir, if I could just say—"Alessandro turned his head slightly — a mere flick of his gaze — and Marco swallowed his words, nodded stiffly, and left without another word.As the door clicked shut, Alessandro exhaled slowly and leaned forward,
The morning sun filtered weakly through the grand windows of the estate, but inside the house, the atmosphere was thick, heavy — as if even the light was afraid to linger too long.Alessandro stood in the foyer, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his dark tailored trousers, watching as the twins, Matteo and Antonio, sat slumped on the bottom step of the staircase, backpacks at their feet. They were already dressed for school — navy uniforms neat, hair combed carefully — but their usual chatter was missing. Their small faces were pinched in confusion.Antonio’s voice broke the silence."Papa... why can’t we go?" he asked, his tone unusually timid.Alessandro knelt down in front of them, his heart cracking open at the sight of their disappointment. His hand, steady and warm, found Antonio’s shoulder. He squeezed gently, then reached for Matteo too, pulling them both closer."There was... an unexpected delivery this morning," he said carefully, choosing every word as if it were a st
The second morning of school came quicker than anyone expected.The twins, Matteo and Antonio, bounced down the grand staircase of the Amato estate, their tiny backpacks clutched in excitement.Antonia watched them from the kitchen, smiling behind her coffee cup.There was something about their laughter — pure, uninhibited — that always softened the hardest parts of her heart.Alessandro sat at the breakfast table, scrolling through emails on his tablet, but every now and then, he lifted his head just to watch them too.His family.His reason for everything."Papa!" Antonio chirped, dragging Matteo along as they skidded into the dining room."How many more days until Saturday?""Today is Thursday," Alessandro said with a small smirk, putting down his tablet."So two more days, little warrior."Matteo frowned, counting on his fingers."That’s too long," he complained, making both parents laugh softly.Antonia ruffled Matteo's dark hair as she passed him a plate."You’ll be so busy maki
The evening sky bled into soft hues of lavender and gold as the city lights of Milan flickered awake.Inside the Amato estate, the world was still and quiet — save for the faint sound of a wine cork popping in the kitchen.Antonia leaned against the marble counter, her heels already kicked off, her body humming with exhaustion.It had been a long day. Her first full day working side by side with Alessandro — full of whispered glares, tight smiles, and an unspoken war with women who hated her without knowing her.Yet somehow, despite it all... she felt alive.Footsteps approached. Heavy. Familiar. Safe.Alessandro appeared, still in his shirt and vest, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. His dark hair was slightly tousled, as though he'd raked his fingers through it one too many times.He held two glasses of wine."For surviving," he said with a wry smile, handing one to her.Antonia smiled tiredly, accepting it.Their fingers brushed.A spark ran between them — small, electric."Th
The next morning broke crisp and clear over the Amato estate.Sunlight streamed through the grand windows, casting golden rays across the polished marble floors.But beneath the beauty of the day, a layer of tension hummed through the air.Alessandro stood by the window of his study, phone pressed to his ear, his voice clipped and commanding."I want two security details," he said, his tone leaving no room for negotiation."One for the house, another for the twins' school. Discreet but thorough. No one gets close without clearance."He paused, jaw tight, as he listened to the head of his private security team."And double-check every staff member's background. I don’t care how long they’ve been with us."His gaze flickered toward the garden, where Antonia was helping Matteo and Antonio adjust their school uniforms.Her laughter floated up to him, light and sweet — a sound he was willing to do anything to protect.He ended the call, exhaling slowly, letting his mind sharpen with purpos
The towering glass building of SKYE TECH glistened under the bright Italian sun as Alessandro’s sleek black car pulled up to the private entrance.Antonia sat beside him, smoothing invisible creases from her cream-colored blouse, her nerves a bundle of tight strings.It wasn't just another first day at a job — it was stepping into a world where everything would be scrutinized, whispered about, judged.Alessandro noticed her tension.He reached over, squeezing her hand warmly."You belong here, Tesoro," he said, his voice low and full of certainty.Antonia smiled faintly, grateful for his unwavering support.As they entered the lobby, a wave of hushes swept through the employees gathered around.Whispers slithered through the air like smoke."Is that her?""She’s beautiful...""No wonder he stayed away for five years.""Assistant? Right. Looks more like his queen."Antonia kept her chin high, her steps even, refusing to let the gossip pierce her skin.Inside the executive floor, Alessa
The heavy mahogany doors of the SKYE TECH boardroom swung shut behind Alessandro, but not everyone moved immediately.Federico Amato lingered at the back of the room, a tight smile frozen on his handsome face.Around him, the board members buzzed with excitement, some congratulating each other, others speculating about Antonia’s sudden rise into the company’s inner circle.But Federico barely heard them.Behind the charming mask he wore so well, his heart boiled with fury."You fool, Alessandro," Federico thought, clenching and unclenching his fists inside the pockets of his tailored jacket."You just made yourself — and her — even bigger targets."He turned toward the long conference window, staring out over the sprawling city. His reflection glared back at him — hollow, furious.Federico’s mind spiraled back to the five years he had quietly manipulated the company, built secret alliances, and nurtured relationships behind Alessandro’s back.He had sacrificed too much to be sidelined
The grand conference hall of SKYE TECH was buzzing with tension. Board members whispered among themselves, their suits immaculate, their faces wary. The press — reporters from the most influential Italian newspapers and global tech media — clustered at the back of the room, clutching notepads, microphones, and cameras poised like weapons.A low murmur rippled through the hall when Alessandro Amato strode in.He was a vision of control — sharp black suit, crisp white shirt, and a steely gaze that silenced the room without a word. His very presence commanded obedience.The cameras immediately began to flash, bursts of white light illuminating the room as if lightning had struck.Alessandro stepped up to the podium, placed his hands firmly on either side, and swept his cold blue eyes over the room."Good afternoon," he began, his voice calm but carrying an underlying weight that made everyone lean closer. "I know it has been five years since I stood before you in this very building."Whi