RiccardoThe ringing of my phone shattered the quiet in my office. I looked at the screen and saw Bento's name lighting up in bold. Without a second thought, I picked it up, gripping the receiver tightly."What's going on?" I said, my voice low and tense."Riccardo," Bento's voice came through, sharp and urgent. "I found the car. It's parked on a secluded cliff just outside the city. I'm sending you the coordinates now."My heart raced, and I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach with every word he spoke. I didn’t need to hear more; something was definitely off. "Get there immediately," I ordered. "Take backup and make sure you're armed. I'm on my way."I didn’t wait for Bento to reply. I ended the call with a quick swipe of my thumb, grabbed my jacket, and headed for the door. My mind was racing, a knot tightening in my chest as I muttered curses under my breath.What the hell was happening?Ava had left. I had told her not to. She was upset and angry, but she was smart. I never thoug
AvaFootsteps echoed down the hallway, sending my heart racing, each thump resonating in my chest. For the past two days, the masked man had been in and out of the room, tormenting me with his cruel taunts and harsh treatment. My body was a mass of aches, every part sore from the beatings I had taken. The ropes binding my wrists pressed painfully into my skin, leaving me barely able to move, too weak and battered to fight back.The door creaked open again, and I steeled myself for what was coming. Another wave of brutality awaited me. Another hour trapped in this relentless nightmare.The masked man entered, his boots clicking ominously on the concrete floor. His voice was smooth yet threatening as he approached."I have a surprise for you."This time, I didn’t flinch, even though every fiber of my being screamed for freedom. I had come to realize that escape was a fantasy; all that awaited me was pain and the instinct to survive.He stepped aside, revealing someone I never expected t
RiccardoIt's been three agonizing days since Ava was taken. I haven't slept or eaten, and nothing else matters but getting her back. Time feels like it's dragging on, each minute more painful than the last. Every time my phone buzzes, my heart races, but nothing compares to the moment I heard her voice. I was in the dining room, looking at the map of the city on the table with my team around me, searching for any clue. Then my phone rang with an unknown number. My heart raced, but I picked it up without thinking, desperate to act. “I have your precious wife,” the voice said. Before I could reply, I heard her voice—faint and distorted, but undeniably Ava. “No!-Riccardo!” Her fear and pain hit me hard, and for a moment, I couldn't breathe. Then the line went dead. That sick bastard wanted me to hear her cries. I promised her I'd come for her, no matter what. The silence after that was unbearable, and I gripped my phone so tightly that I felt it start to crack in my hand."Track that
RiccardoBound to a chair, her face bruised and her body bloodied. Her hair was a tangled mess of dirt and sweat, hanging limply around her face. But her eyes... they still sparkled with that fire, that will to fight. A chill ran through me. She was weak—too weak—but she was alive. She was still breathing. I rushed over, my hands shaking as I cut the ropes that held her captive. Bento was right there with me, working fast, but I could feel time slipping away. "Ava," I whispered, my voice thick with relief. "You're safe now. We're getting you out of here." She didn’t reply immediately. She was breathing heavily, pain etched on her face, but I could see the strength in her eyes. Despite everything they had done to her, she wasn’t broken. She looked at me, as if trying to say something, but her words were lost in a cough. "You’re gonna be okay, Ava," Bento said gently, helping her to stand. I supported her, my hands on her waist, but I was taken aback by how little strength she ha
RiccardoThe waiting room felt like I was in hell. I was pacing the cold, clinical floor, my thoughts racing uncontrollably. Ava was in surgery, losing blood fast. I could still hear her screams and feel the warmth of her trembling body in my arms, my hands stained with her blood. Those images haunted me—the sound of her breath catching, the quiver in her voice as she fought to stay conscious. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. I was meant to keep her safe. Maybe I was a failure. My team of expert doctors had rushed her into surgery the moment we arrived, and they were working hard to save her. But with every tick of the clock, time felt like it was dragging on forever. “She’s losing too much blood,” the lead doctor had told me earlier, his tone heavy with determination. “We’re getting her ready for surgery, but… Don, it’s a critical situation.” Those words didn’t register. Not Ava. I couldn’t accept that. I wouldn’t lose her—not like this. I tried to suppress the guilt, the ange
Ava Tonight is a big deal for my dad. I’ve already been warned to behave myself after I ordered a yellow dress for the occasion, but when he saw it, he completely lost it. “You can’t do anything right, can you? You know Maddy hates yellow, and yet you went and ordered one!” He snatched the dress and tossed it to the floor. Then he told the maids to get rid of it. “Why can’t you think about others? You did this just to annoy me!” He shoved me down and walked away. I wanted to say I actually liked yellow, but I knew better than to argue. I glanced at the clock and realized I had only ten minutes before I had to meet my parents downstairs. If I was even a minute late, my dad would make me pay for it. I remembered that night two years ago, right after my sister passed away. I was ten seconds late, and my dad made me eat outside, forcing me to eat my food off the ground like a dog. I shook my head to push that memory away. Then I caught my reflection in the full-length mirror. The w
Ava The ballroom glows with a warm golden light, crystal chandeliers casting dazzling reflections on the sleek marble floor. Mafia families mingle with forced politeness, their smiles as empty as the greetings they exchange. Guards lurk in the shadows, always alert—a constant reminder of the tension that hangs in the air like a heavy perfume. I step into the gala with my family, the fabric of my black gown trailing behind me. The dress hugs my figure just right, and I can feel the weight of countless eyes on me. I’ve gotten used to it—being scrutinized, evaluated, judged. My dad always said that’s just part of our legacy. Still, I hold my head high and keep my face neutral, hiding the unease bubbling just below the surface. “Don’t you dare embarrass me. You know what will happen. I wish your sister was here. She knew how to play the game and win people over.” It stings, but I’ve learned to take my father’s harsh words in stride. As I scan the room, I nod politely at a few familiar
Riccardo The tie around my neck sat just right against the crisp white collar of my shirt, but I fiddled with it anyway. Everything had to be perfect tonight. No slip-ups. No distractions. I knew what I had to do. I looked up and met my own gaze in the mirror. Sharp suit, polished shoes, not a hair out of place. In our world, presentation was key. If you looked powerful, people would believe you were. The only person missing was her. She was the one that always made sure I looked perfect for these events. "Are you going to take forever, or are you actually planning to leave this room?" Bento’s voice cut through the quiet. I glanced over at my brother. He was lounging against the doorframe, his suit jacket draped casually over his shoulder, his tie already loosened. He was the complete opposite of me in every way. I straightened up and said, “I’m ready,” while fiddling with my cufflinks. Bento raised an eyebrow, smirking. “You don’t look ready. You look like you’re about to
RiccardoThe waiting room felt like I was in hell. I was pacing the cold, clinical floor, my thoughts racing uncontrollably. Ava was in surgery, losing blood fast. I could still hear her screams and feel the warmth of her trembling body in my arms, my hands stained with her blood. Those images haunted me—the sound of her breath catching, the quiver in her voice as she fought to stay conscious. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. I was meant to keep her safe. Maybe I was a failure. My team of expert doctors had rushed her into surgery the moment we arrived, and they were working hard to save her. But with every tick of the clock, time felt like it was dragging on forever. “She’s losing too much blood,” the lead doctor had told me earlier, his tone heavy with determination. “We’re getting her ready for surgery, but… Don, it’s a critical situation.” Those words didn’t register. Not Ava. I couldn’t accept that. I wouldn’t lose her—not like this. I tried to suppress the guilt, the ange
RiccardoBound to a chair, her face bruised and her body bloodied. Her hair was a tangled mess of dirt and sweat, hanging limply around her face. But her eyes... they still sparkled with that fire, that will to fight. A chill ran through me. She was weak—too weak—but she was alive. She was still breathing. I rushed over, my hands shaking as I cut the ropes that held her captive. Bento was right there with me, working fast, but I could feel time slipping away. "Ava," I whispered, my voice thick with relief. "You're safe now. We're getting you out of here." She didn’t reply immediately. She was breathing heavily, pain etched on her face, but I could see the strength in her eyes. Despite everything they had done to her, she wasn’t broken. She looked at me, as if trying to say something, but her words were lost in a cough. "You’re gonna be okay, Ava," Bento said gently, helping her to stand. I supported her, my hands on her waist, but I was taken aback by how little strength she ha
RiccardoIt's been three agonizing days since Ava was taken. I haven't slept or eaten, and nothing else matters but getting her back. Time feels like it's dragging on, each minute more painful than the last. Every time my phone buzzes, my heart races, but nothing compares to the moment I heard her voice. I was in the dining room, looking at the map of the city on the table with my team around me, searching for any clue. Then my phone rang with an unknown number. My heart raced, but I picked it up without thinking, desperate to act. “I have your precious wife,” the voice said. Before I could reply, I heard her voice—faint and distorted, but undeniably Ava. “No!-Riccardo!” Her fear and pain hit me hard, and for a moment, I couldn't breathe. Then the line went dead. That sick bastard wanted me to hear her cries. I promised her I'd come for her, no matter what. The silence after that was unbearable, and I gripped my phone so tightly that I felt it start to crack in my hand."Track that
AvaFootsteps echoed down the hallway, sending my heart racing, each thump resonating in my chest. For the past two days, the masked man had been in and out of the room, tormenting me with his cruel taunts and harsh treatment. My body was a mass of aches, every part sore from the beatings I had taken. The ropes binding my wrists pressed painfully into my skin, leaving me barely able to move, too weak and battered to fight back.The door creaked open again, and I steeled myself for what was coming. Another wave of brutality awaited me. Another hour trapped in this relentless nightmare.The masked man entered, his boots clicking ominously on the concrete floor. His voice was smooth yet threatening as he approached."I have a surprise for you."This time, I didn’t flinch, even though every fiber of my being screamed for freedom. I had come to realize that escape was a fantasy; all that awaited me was pain and the instinct to survive.He stepped aside, revealing someone I never expected t
RiccardoThe ringing of my phone shattered the quiet in my office. I looked at the screen and saw Bento's name lighting up in bold. Without a second thought, I picked it up, gripping the receiver tightly."What's going on?" I said, my voice low and tense."Riccardo," Bento's voice came through, sharp and urgent. "I found the car. It's parked on a secluded cliff just outside the city. I'm sending you the coordinates now."My heart raced, and I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach with every word he spoke. I didn’t need to hear more; something was definitely off. "Get there immediately," I ordered. "Take backup and make sure you're armed. I'm on my way."I didn’t wait for Bento to reply. I ended the call with a quick swipe of my thumb, grabbed my jacket, and headed for the door. My mind was racing, a knot tightening in my chest as I muttered curses under my breath.What the hell was happening?Ava had left. I had told her not to. She was upset and angry, but she was smart. I never thoug
AvaAs I slowly regained consciousness, the first thing that hit me was a throbbing headache, pounding like a drum. My vision was initially hazy, with dark, swirling edges. But gradually, my senses began to awaken. I blinked, attempting to focus and figure out my surroundings.The air was thick with a musty, mildew smell that felt suffocating. I realized I was sitting on a cold, hard concrete floor, but more alarmingly, I was tied to something. My hands were bound behind me with rough, thick rope that bit into my skin. My legs were similarly restrained, leaving me completely immobile.I tried to inhale, but the air felt stale and heavy. The room was dimly lit, with a flickering bulb hanging above casting weak light. Shadows clung to the corners, stretching across the walls. The walls themselves were rough and peeling, worn concrete that hadn’t seen paint in ages. Rusty metal beams crisscrossed the ceiling, and the floor was covered in old, dry blood. The place had the scent of an aban
AvaMy grip on the steering wheel was so tight that my knuckles turned pale. The car felt cramped and stifling as my thoughts spiraled out of control. Riccardo's cold demeanor, my father's involvement, and the weight of it all felt like a heavy burden pressing down on me... I was struggling to breathe.I craved fresh air. I needed space. Just a moment away from everything. I had no clear destination in mind, but somehow, I found myself at the cliff I had discovered when I first moved here. Below me, the city sprawled out, a sea of lights that felt miles away from where I was.I parked the car, quickly turned off the engine, and stepped outside, allowing the cool evening breeze to envelop me. It was almost eerily quiet up here, the stillness amplifying my racing thoughts. I tried to push everything aside, but it felt like my mind was darting in every direction.I walked to the cliff's edge, gazing out at the sea. The night felt oppressive, yet the silence was strangely soothing. The ge
RiccardoI can hear Ava's soft footsteps echoing through the house. Even without seeing her, I can feel her mood—unstable and brewing, like a storm ready to break. I know I should confront it, but I can't. Not right now.Not when I have a million other issues to deal with.I lean back in my chair, the leather creaking beneath me, and focus on the reports scattered across my desk. More information on Benjamin Parker. The guy's been careless lately, making moves that can't be overlooked. It's clear he's hiding something, but until I can figure out what it is, I need to tread carefully.My father's blunders may have stained our family name, but I refuse to let Benjamin Parker ruin what I've worked hard to rebuild. Suddenly, the door to my office bursts open, and Ava storms in without knocking. Her hair is a mess, and her green eyes are fiery.I raise an eyebrow, keeping my tone steady. "Is there a reason you felt the need to barge in like that?"She crosses her arms, glaring at me. "What
Ava I wake up to find the bed empty. The sheets next to me are chilly, and I can still catch a hint of Riccardo's scent on the pillow where he lay just hours ago. My body aches, a reminder of how close we were last night and how completely I was wrapped up in him. But now, lying here alone, all I feel is the heaviness of his absence. Was this only a one-night stand to him? Did he realize the mistake he had made by sleeping with me after he saw me naked? I felt dirty just like the first time I had sex. I wanted to vomit at the thought that Riccardo was only using me to scratch his itch. I throw off the covers with a sigh and get out of bed. A quick look at the clock reveals it’s late morning, much later than my usual wake-up time. I try not to think about the fact that he didn’t spend the night with me. After slipping into some casual clothes, I head downstairs. The house feels eerily quiet, and the silence only heightens the confusion churning in my chest. In the kitchen, Ben