"I would be leaving Milan for Germany in the next two days.” Sammie said. I made a sad face and he smiled and held my hand.
“Bella, don’t worry, you know I’ll be back for you.” He whispered softly. “I just need to go first and make all the arrangements, then I’ll come back for you, I’ll marry you and then we can all leave this place for good, your Dad too." He said as he stared into my eyes lovingly. He had sneaked into my house like always does since we started secretly dating a year ago. "I can't wait Sammie, I can’t wait to be your wife.” I smiled sheepishly at the idea of being married to Sammie, the man I love. “I can’t wait to finally leave this place too, especially for my Father. I hate that he works with those people..." My voice trailed off, as I heard the sound of the door opening, my heart raced. "That must be my Dad, you need to go!" Sammie didn’t hesitate. I helped him to slip out through the back door. My dad has always been very protective of me, ever since I lost my mum as a little girl. Even though Sam was my childhood best friend, my dad still didn’t trust him with me, especially after he caught us kissing in my room a few months back. He was beyond furious, but as time went by, he eventually approved of our relationship, not before laying down some rules, one of which was that Sam is not allowed to visit our house when he’s not around. When I entered the living room, it wasn’t my dad, it was just Tim. I heaved a sigh of relief. Tim is an orphan my dad takes care of; he also works with the Santorini Syndicate, just like my dad. "Tim, what are you doing here?" I asked. He looks like he's been running for miles. "Your Dad... he is in trouble with the boss. You have to come with me, now!" He panted catching his breath. My heart was racing now, I knew how ruthless those gangsters could be. That was why my Dad warned me never to go there. But this is different, he is in trouble. "Let's go before it is too late." He urged. He grabbed my hands as we ran into the night. ----- When we got to the Santorini Estate. Tim led me to the garden where they punish offenders. I’ve heard of this place, but it was worse than I imagined. The sight of men hanging upside down like animals, blood everywhere, turned my stomach. Then I saw him, my Dad. They were dragging him towards the center of the garden where the leader of the Syndicate, Sir Bruno was standing with his men. It was heartbreaking to watch as they manhandled him. He wasn’t even healthy, he has a bad heart. "Where is the products you stole from me?" Sir Bruno demanded. His eyes was cold and icy. "I swear to you, I didn't steal anything. I could never do such a thing." My Dad pleaded. Sir Bruno glared at him. "Explain to me why you were found in the cellar where the product is stored, instead of the kitchen you were assigned to work. And why, coincidentally, I’m missing a kilo of my supply.” He hesitated a bit before answering. "I.. I sometimes sneak some food to the kids that work in the factory. When I saw your men coming, I panicked and ran into the cellar. That’s when they found me." For a moment, Sir Bruno simply stared at him. Then with a swift motion, he slapped my Dad hard on the face. "You know my rules and you broke them, and now you dare plead innocence?" He stood up, and then he turned to Thaddeus his right hand man. "Kill him and dispose of the body. Report back to me when you’re done, we have more important matters to deal with." At that point, I couldn't watch anymore. "No!" I screamed, as I ran into the room without thinking, tears streaming down my face. "Please don't kill him, he is innocent" Sir Bruno’s men seized me, and dragged me towards the center. I went on my knees. “Please sir, have mercy.” I continued to plead with him. "Annabelle, what are you doing here?" My Dad cried out when he saw me, his voice trembling with fear. “Who do we have here?" Sir Bruno turned to my Dad. “Your daughter?” He stepped closer to me, crouching as he lifted my face to study me. "She's beautiful." He said with a smirk, looking back at my father. "Don't you dare touch her.” My Dad shouted. “Do whatever you want to me, but leave her out of this!” Sir Bruno chuckled maliciously. "Annabelle is it? Tell me, what are you willing to do to save your father?" He said staring at me intently. I heard my dad’s protest grew louder, but I ignored him. I couldn’t let him die, not like this. "I will do anything Sir, please, just don't kill him. He is all I have." I begged. Sir Bruno straightened up, he had a wicked grin on his face, I knew that whatever he planned for me was not good. “Take him away.” He ordered. Bruno’s men dragged my Dad out, but he just kept screaming at them. "What are you going to do with her? Don't you hurt my child! Let her go! Please, leave my daughter alone! Tears flowed freely from my eyes, it hurt to see my Dad screaming frantically like this. Ignoring my Dad’s plea, he pointed to two of his men. “Take her to Julio. He should… fix her up. And then present her to me at dinner.” Julio? Who was Julio? What was he going to do with me? My mind spiraled with questions as the two men dragged me away. ----- I was taken to one of the clubs owned by the syndicate. It was a front for the criminal activities that goes on underground. I was ushered into a private suite, where Julio, a flamboyant man with a sharp sense of style, greeted me. “Darling, I’m going to turn you into a masterpiece.” He said with a sense of pride. He clapped his hands and his team rushed forward. First came the spa treatment, pedicure, manicure, makeover and then my hair was styled into soft waves that framed my face. Afterwards, I was made to try on different outfits, finally settling on a fitted, midnight blue elegant gown. ‘You are ready,” Julio declared. He led me to look at the mirror. I looked at myself in the mirror. I saw how beautiful I looked, but all my beauty was now owned by Sir Bruno. He most likely would make me work in the club or pimp me to some old disgusting man. I was driven back to the estate. When we arrived, I stepped out and was led to the dining hall. The table was filled with a feast of different delicacy, but food was the last thing on my mind right now. The heavy doors opened, and Sir Bruno strode in. He was stunned when he saw me. He approached me, until he was right in front of me, he looked at me up and down and nodded satisfactorily. "I knew you were a diamond in the rough,” he said. “Have dinner with me." He pulled out a chair for me, and gestured for me to sit. I complied, I was so nervous but I tried to keep my cool. Sir Bruno took a sit opposite me. "Eat." He commanded. Even though I didn’t have any appetite for food, I hurriedly pick up the fork with shaky hand, I began to eat. After a while of eating silently. "I have a mission for you Annabelle. I think you would be perfect of this mission." He said finally. I froze. He signaled to one of his men, who handed me an ipad. On the screen was the image of a man, he was strikingly handsome with deep blue piercing eyes that radiated power and cold hostility "Have you heard of the Bellarico Royale Casino?” he asked and I shook my head. “That is Gerrard Bellarico, the owner of the casino and the son of my once greatest enemy and rival." His voice was filled with disdain for the man he spoke of. "Years ago, I took out his father and crushed the Bellarico empire, but now, Gerrard has risen from the ashes to take his father’s place. He is determine to destroy my business and he is obviously after my life too" He scoffed in frustration. “He has sabotage my shipments, stolen my supply, and now he has taken over my territory in Palermo. His men are armed with sophisticated weaponry.” He paused. “I hate to admit it but he is stronger than any opponent I have had to face, he’s outsmarting me at every turn, and my men can’t keep up.” Why was he telling me all these? Sir Bruno’s gaze locked into mine, as if reading my thoughts, he leaned back in his chair. "You are going to help me take him out.”.Did I hear right? Did he just say I would take out a man that is proving to be even a greater evil than he himself? I am not a trained assassin, this is an impossible mission. As if reading my thoughts, Sir Bruno continued. "My usual methods have failed, I want to try something different with you Annabelle. You are very beautiful, I don’t think any man would be able to resist your beauty, not even Gerrard. I'll get you into his empire, I need you to get close to Gerrard and take him down from within." He explained. A suicide mission. That is what this was. Even if I somehow succeeded, there was no way I’d come out alive. "I… I know I said I would do anything to save my father,’ I stammered. “But not this, I can do any other thing you want. I am an excellent cook, I could work in your kitchen, an unpaid labour until I repay my father’s debt. But not this. There’s no way I can take out this man. This is suicide.” He smiled, as he continue eating his food. He seemed oddly intrig
I staggered at his words. "What?" was all I could manage. Gerrard Bellarico leaned back in his chair looking very confident and arrogant, as he watched my reaction. The usual me would have slapped him hard across the face, but I wasn’t the usual me anymore. What did he take me for? My throat tightened, my fists clenched, I wanted to walk out, but in my circumstances, it wasn’t an option. He stood up, adjusting his suit. "Meet me here at 8 p.m." He dropped a card on the table and walked past me without sparing me another glance. I had never felt so insulted in my life. --- When I returned to the Santorini syndicate's hotel lodge, my heart was heavy, I was angry and frustrated. Sir Bruno was waiting for me, he was pacing about the room impatiently. “Well? How did it go?” he yell at me the moment I entered the room. I swallowed hard. There was no point lying. “I... I didn’t get it,” I confessed. His face darkened instantly. He growled in anger and grabbed my arm roughly
"What are you talking about?" I tried to feign ignorance. "If you don't talk now, and I find out by myself, I would make you regret the day you set eyes on me." He threatened me, and I could feel goosebumps on my flesh. What have I gotten myself into? "Come in!" He yell, but he still kept his gaze on me. Two bodyguards rushed in. "Take her away." He instructed. They grabbed me and drag me along with them. ----- It’s been two days since they locked me in a cold, dark cell in the basement of the Bellarico mansion. No food, just water. My body felt weak, but fear kept me awake. What would happen to me? Was this how my life would end? I felt very sorry for myself, and also my father. If there’s a next life, I hope it will be better than this one. I heard footsteps coming closer. My heart started pounding. Was this it? Were they coming to kill me? The metal door creaked open. A man in a neat suit walked in. I knew him. He was the one from the cooking test, the one who t
When I returned to base, Sir Bruno was very agitated waiting for me, his face dark with anger. “Where the hell have you been? I thought you’d gotten yourself killed?” he barked, his voice booming. “I’m sorry, Sir,” I said quickly, trying to steady my trembling voice. “I was locked up in the Bellarico’s cell for two days. Gerrard thought I let an intruder in.” Sir Bruno’s eyes narrowed as he studied me. “Locked up?” he repeated. “And you’re standing here now?” “Yes, Sir. He realized I had nothing to do with it, and let me go,” I explained. Bruno’s expression didn’t soften. Instead, he leaned closer, his sharp gaze piercing. “And how exactly did you convince him to give you your freedom?” I chose my words carefully. “I didn’t have to, Sir. He said he trusted me and even offered me a position as their household chef.” At that, Bruno’s eyebrows shot up. “He gave you the job?” “Yes, Sir,” I replied, trying to sound calm. Bruno stared at me for a long moment, then let out a
The next day was calm and lovely. The sun was shining, birds were singing, and the weather was just right. I was enjoying the peaceful morning until my phone rang. Thaddeus. The moment his name appeared, my heart sank. “I hear Gerrard is back from his trip. It's time you start getting us the information we need,” he ordered coldly. “I’m working on it,” I replied, trying to sound confident. “You’d better be, or your father will pay the price,” he warned before ending the call. Tears filled my eyes as I thought about my father. I cried into my pillow, feeling overwhelmed. But after a while, I told myself to stay strong. I got up, took a shower, and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast. With the kitchen staff helping me, I decided to prepare one of Gerrard’s favorite dishes; Chilaquiles Verdes. “This looks smells and looks delicious, Miss Lily. Sir Gerrard will love it,” said Luke, the sweetest of the staff, said with a warm smile. He was the first to warm up to me, always ea
Gerrard drove us to a place far from town. The silence in the car felt heavy, like he was carrying a weight too big to share. His eyes were fixed on the road, and his hands were steady on the wheel, but I could see a glimpse of sadness in his face. We passed through tall iron gates into a private estate. The guards greeted Gerrard with respect. This must be one of the Bellarico properties. The car stopped, and I looked around, confused. It was just a quiet stretch of land, with nothing but the sound of wind and the rustling trees. Gerrard didn’t move right away. He just sat there, lost in thought, and then he finally turned to me. “We’re here,” he said quietly. He reached into the back seat and brought out a bouquet of flowers I hadn’t noticed before. Whoever we were here to see, they clearly meant a lot to him. I stepped out of the car and followed him. We walked in silence until it hit me. “This is a graveyard,” I whispered. “Yes,” he replied, his voice calm but serious. "My
For days now, Gerrard had barely been home. He left early in the morning and came back late at night. Even when he was home, he seemed distant, always on his phone or buried in work. I wasn’t sure if he was avoiding me, but I knew one thing: I had to talk to him. My dad’s life was in danger. Thaddeus had made it clear that if I didn’t get what they needed, my dad would pay the price. I turned off my phone to avoid Thaddeus’s endless calls and messages. But I knew time was running out. I decided to cook a big dinner and wait for Gerrard. That night, Gerrard came home late. The house was quiet except for the ticking of the clock. Everyone else was asleep, but I stayed up, determined to talk to him. His footsteps echoed down the hallway as Gilmore, the chief of staff, helped him inside. When Gerrard finally appeared, his shirt was untucked, and I could smell a faint trace of whiskey. Gilmore took his things and disappeared down the hall. “My lovely chef,” Gerrard greeted with
Gerrard’s jaw tightened as he looked at me, his voice was cracked. “You have a boyfriend, Lily?” A knot twisted in my stomach. “He’s not my boyfriend,” I said quickly, trying to keep my voice steady. “He’s just... someone I used to know. We just had a drink, that’s all.” Brenda’s smirk grew. “Oh, really? He seemed pretty close to you, Miss Lily.” “That’s enough, Brenda,” Gerrard said sharply. “You’re dismissed.” Brenda hesitated, clearly enjoying the drama, but finally left, shutting the door behind her. The room went quiet except for the sound of Gerrard pacing. He stopped and faced me, his eyes unreadable. “Who was he?” “Just an old friend,” I said, trying to sound casual. “It’s not what you think.” “I don’t like secrets, Lily,” he said firmly. “Especially not in my house.” I swallowed hard. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know he would come looking for me.” Gerrard studied me for a moment. “Is he courting you?” he asked, trying to sound casual. I couldn’t hide my surprise. “O
The next morning was quiet. Peaceful. Almost too peaceful. I woke up still wrapped in Gerrard’s arms, warm and safe, like the storm from last night had never happened. We were still tangled under the sheets, not ready to move. I didn’t want to leave his warmth. Not yet. Maybe not ever. But my stomach had other plans. It growled, loud and clear. Gerrard chuckled and ran his hand slowly down my arm. “Well, someone’s alive and kicking,” he said gently. “Come on, let’s get up and find something to eat.” I didn’t move. The moment felt too good to end, but deep inside, I felt heavy again. The thoughts came rushing back, my father, his sickness, the cage he was stuck in, also, the lies, the pretense, it all pressed hard on my chest, like a weight I couldn’t lift. “I’m not really hungry,” I said softly. Gerrard pulled back just a little so he could look at me. He brushed some hair away from my face. “You haven’t eaten much since you got back. You need to eat, Lily.” I didn’t answ
I stared at him, heart thundering. My mouth opened, but nothing came out at first. “I… I did go there,” I finally stammered. “To Columbia. To where I grew up. But it wasn’t what I remembered.” Gerrard didn’t respond, he just watched me with stormy eyes, waiting. “The place was different,” I continued, my voice shaking. “It was like… like time had erased everything. There was no trace of my home. There’s a new building there now. Some sleek modern thing; cold and empty.” I swallowed, pressing a hand to my chest. “No one recognized me. Not even the neighbors. But then again… I’m not the little girl who left that town. I’ve changed. I'm all grown now, with a change of identity and appearance. And I guess they’ve moved on too.” Then softly, he asked, “So why didn’t you just come home? I was here waiting for you." "I know, but I needed some kind of closure." I looked down, blinking back fresh tears. “So I went out of town to find someone, an old friend. The only person I thoug
When I walked into the house, the staff greeted me warmly, Gilmore, Luke, even Brenda. Their faces showed surprise, but there was happiness and a bit of relief in their eyes. “Welcome back, Miss Lily,” one of the maids said with a kind smile. Luke stepped forward and gave me a small nod. “It’s good to see you. Finally, we can all catch a break." I stopped in my tracks. “What do you mean?” I asked, feeling my stomach tighten. Luke rubbed the back of his neck like he was unsure how much to say. “After Gerrard came back alone from your trip, the casino ran into some trouble. Police trouble... Don't worry, it’s all been taken care of now. The boss has powerful connections, you know.” I just nodded. I already knew Gerrard wasn’t the type to fall apart, even with Bruno stirring things up. Still, I felt a strange unease settle in my chest. Luke continued, his voice a little softer now. “But Gerrard hasn’t been himself, he was so worried about you when he couldn’t reach you. He was
We were trapped. Thaddeus had given the order. The guards were moving in to grab me. My heart was racing, I couldn’t let them take me to Bruno. Not like this. Not without a fight. But then, Tim stepped forward. His voice was calm, but strong. "You might want to think twice before you do that." Thaddeus raised a brow, amused. "Is that so?" "I know what you did Thaddeus, I know the old man didn’t steal from Bruno. You did." I turned to look at Tim, shocked. What was he saying? Thaddeus’s smug smile didn’t fade. In fact, he chuckled and looked straight at me. “Wow. That’s what we’re doing now?” he said. “Throwing ridiculous accusations?” I could feel my blood boiling. Tim didn’t back down. “It’s not a lie. I have proof.” That made Thaddeus pause. Just for a second. His smile twitched. Tim pulled out a small recording device. “This was recorded a few months ago. When Thaddeus was supposed to be overseas on a mission. Melissa his girlfriend is my cousin, my uncle, he
The moment I stepped back into Milan, memories rushed over me. The streets, the buildings, even the smell in the air, it all looked the same. The city was busy, full of life, with trams moving and people rushing by. But something felt different. It wasn’t the city. It was me. Everything reminded me of the past I had tried to forget. I kept my hood up, my face down, and stayed hidden during the day. Sir Bruno’s men were everywhere. If they knew I was back, I wouldn’t last long. My first stop was my father’s house. The moment I saw it, my chest tightened. It was abandoned, lifeless. The white paint had peeled away, leaving dark stains. Dust covered the windows, and the porch looked ready to collapse. My father. What had he been going through all this time? Tears filled my eyes. We didn’t have much before, but we were happy, until Bruno destroyed our lives in an instant. I cried for my father, for everything we had lost. But I couldn’t stay long. It wasn’t safe. As I ope
I forced a small smile, sitting up and pulling the sheets around me like they could protect me from the weight of his words. “Gerrard, I...” I hesitated, searching for the right words. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He frowned, his concern was clear. “Why not?” I looked away, suddenly more interested in the patterns on the duvet than in his piercing gaze. “I just… I have a lot of bad memories there,” I admitted in a quiet voice. “It’s not a place I want to go back to. Not yet.” I met his gaze. "I'm not ready." His fingers brushed against my arm in a gentle reassurance. “I understand,” he said softly, though I could hear a hint of sadness. “I won’t push. But if you ever change your mind… I’d love to see the place that made you who you are.” I held him hand. "Gerrard, It's been so long I went there. It's hard to face my past." He looked at me, his gaze deep and serious. “Lily, I know it’s hard, but you need to face your fears. You need to go back there and feel something
I forced a smile. "Ah… Chef DuPont. Of course. Good to see you again. I’m a big fan of yours." Chef DuPont dipped his head politely, his voice smooth and unreadable. "Mademoiselle, it is a pleasure to be at your service this evening." Gerrard’s smirk deepened, clearly pleased with himself. "I figured having a familiar face here would make this night even more special for you." I let out a nervous laugh, subtly gripping the stem of my wine glass for support. "Oh, yes. Very special. What a… surprise." Chef DuPont’s eyes flickered again, just for a moment. Did he know? Did he suspect? But he simply inclined his head slightly and said, "I hope the meal has been to your satisfaction." I exhaled as discreetly as possible. He didn’t expose me. Or maybe he didn’t know. Or… he did, and he was choosing to say nothing. Either way, I was safe. For now. ---- As the night wore on, dinner had been wonderful, but it was getting late. Gerrard finally suggested we head back, gui
The city streets soon faded, replaced by an open, empty road. The eerie silence of the night made it worse. Then I saw it. A long stretch of pavement, dimly lit. An airstrip. My breath hitched. The car slowed to a stop near a sleek, white private jet waiting under the floodlights. And then I saw him. Gerrard. Standing at the foot of the stairs, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit. Hands in his pockets, his sharp features softened by a knowing smirk. His dark eyes locked onto mine, full of amusement and something deeper. My chest tightened with overwhelming relief. The fear that had gripped me moments ago melted into something else entirely. I almost cried. The driver stepped out and opened my door, but I was frozen for a second, still catching my breath. Then, shaking my head at my own paranoia, I stepped out. I walked straight toward Gerrard, my heart still hammering, but this time for a different reason. He looked so effortlessly handsome, the glow from the j
After a week, life had settled back into its usual rhythm. We were back at the main house, and Gerrard’s business was running smoothly without a hitch. The war was over, we had made peace with Magnus, I had even gone to visit Jamie’s baby, bringing gifts and sharing in the joy of new life. Gerrard had been full of praise, telling me how impressed he was with the way I handled everything, the war, Magnus situation, the way I stayed composed under pressure, the way I supported him when it mattered most. His admiration made my heart swell, but I knew better than to bask in it for too long. Because while he was showering me with affection, he was also working quietly in the background, investigating. Who had planned the sniper attack? Who had sent him those warning messages? I had no idea what he had uncovered so far, but I could only pray that his search wouldn’t lead him back to me. I had buried my secrets deep, but I knew Gerrard. He was thorough. He wouldn’t stop until he had a