Vincenzo's POV'sI took a breath of relief as my crazy family finally left. My fingers played with the little ball on my desk, my sleeves rolled up as I sat on my study chair deeply lost in my thoughts. Pissed by my wife's little play of challenging me back, annoyed by my sister's behavior to annoy me and last but not the least, angry that I still found the culprit of my mother's killer, but soon I will because I have waited years to do so.My aim for becoming the next mafia king was only to reach the culprit who killed my mother. I studied the file on my desk one by one as not only, I had to focus on that culprit, but I had business to run to. That's when I received a call from Lorenzo.Picking the phone up to my ear, I asked."Did you get the autopsy reports?""Fortunately No!"I clenched my jaw as my anger started to rise."But don't worry! We have got that hospital's name so it won't take too long to find out, do we?"I knew which methods he was referring to, and I was proud to ha
Elena's POV'Once again, I was alone at the breakfast table with no one by my side and once again alone on the bed when I woke up and found the space beside, empty not that I'm disappointed. Suddenly, the breakfast felt suffocating. Even though I tried hard, Maria still refused her oath to sit with me for breakfast. As I was sitting with a sulking face, the doorbell rang, catching off my attention. Is it Vincenzo? The thought alone makes me nervous.An instant smile appeared on my lips when I saw that bright joyful girl just right on time. I got up from my seat when I saw her approaching towards me, and before I could ask her anything she pulled me into a bone-crashing hug. Girl, take it slow!"Oh my god I can't believe that I got to see you again!"She exclaimed excitedly before pulling away. I looked at her with a happy face and noticed her dress style. The dress she wore—ivory, almost ethereal in its simplicity—clung to her figure with the grace of water flowing over stone. Its gen
"Give me the honor of dancing with a hot girl like you?"My body froze when I felt that unfamiliar touch. My anxiety was reaching its height. I looked out for Arianna who was busy dancing with that guy. How do I call her for help?That man was about to move his hand up but was pulled away from me with a jerk. Turning around, I gasped when I saw my Vincenzo punching the shit out of that man who tried to harass me.I gulped when I witnessed Vincenzo's bloodshot eyes. They were turning red with anger. How do I stop him? Hell I should be more worried about myself. What did I get myself into? What will he do to me? By now the man was bleeding and nearly on the verge of passing out, but still Vincenzo was raining punches on that man."You dare to touch what's mine with your fucking hands."Vincenzo threw one last punch and spilled blood out of his mouth. The people surrounding me were terrified like me. My breathing turned heavy. Still not satisfied, Vincenzo crushed his hand with his leath
I was silently sitting inside the car while Vincenzo was driving with Arianna in the backseat. I gulped at the extreme silence. Vincenzo hasn't spoken a word with Arianna, which makes the situation ten times worse. She was sitting nervously in the backseat while Vincenzo's men were in numerous black SUV's following us.I glanced at Arianna through the mirror. She gulped, staring outside the window, silently praying for herself, maybe. I wish I could confront her, but my bad I wasn't in the situation to help her out. When Vincenzo and I had that intense session, I wasn't in the condition to stand on my own, so he carried me all the way to the car."Vincenzo?"Arianna finally spoke."Shut the fuck up!"Arianna and I both flinched at his harsh tone of voice and that's when I knew she was doomed. I could only pray for her."What the fuck were you thinking when you were going out without fucking guards?"I clutched my dress when he suddenly sped up the car."Vin--""How dare you take my wi
Author's POV'Vincenzo made his way towards my private club's meeting room where bunches of trash were present waiting for him. Vincenzo stepped into the meeting room with a measured air of indifference, his polished shoes clicking on the marble floor. The heavy oak door closed behind him with a soft thud, but the weight of his entrance wasn’t lost on the people already gathered. They were all waiting, not just for him to speak, but for him to decide.As he surveyed the room, he could feel the gaze of each person in the room slide over him—calculating, cautious, or downright resentful. He knew what they thought of him. He didn’t need to hear their backtalk or see the subtle shifts in posture when he entered the room. Vincenzo had been playing this game for too long, and he knew their hearts as well as his own.They all stood in union and bowed their heads as a show of respect for their upcoming mafia king. A few faces were open with approval. The old guards who had long since reconcil
Elena's POV'Even this morning, I woke up alone in bed. Not that I am disappointed, but curiosity still remains about where he was last night? Was he with another woman? My heart sank at that thought. Did he have a mistress? If yes, then why would he need me? Why can't he just leave me the fuck alone?I was better alone in my life. I was living a happy, independent life with a peace of my mind, but then why the hell did he choose to come into my life and destroy everything? Did he get bored of me? After all, women must be throwing themselves at him. And why not even if I hate him for making my life miserable, but I still have to admit that he's drop-dead handsome.But that of him with another woman alone makes me disgusted about myself. I am his wife, then why the hell would he need any other woman? Am I not enough? If so, then why can't he leave the fuck alone? So I could live my life the way I used to. Even if I was lovesick and always craved love when it wasn't in my faith, but leas
Author's POV'Elena's eyes widened in shock when he commanded in his authoritative voice while she was already wet by their hot encounter. She bit her lips nervously because hell she didn't know how to suck a cock. She didn't remember if she had done it before, but then again, she had never met with someone like Vincenzo before, or she thought, because he was the only Vincenzo Romano and no one could compete with him in that matter.Stepping forward, she stood in front of him and so close that she could feel his warm breath fanning her face. Swallowing hard, she grabbed his belt before unbuckling it. Vincenzo clenched his jaw at her savage movement but let her do whatever she wants. After all, it's not like they haven't done sex yet."On your knees...now!"He demanded harshly. Watching her looking this hot and eternal was already too much for him. How can someone look this beautiful even if they are crying? Vincenzo muttered mentally.Slowly bending down on her knees, she gulped."I d
Elena's POV'Looking outside the car window, I huffed in annoyance because I woke up alone in bed. Not that I'm disappointed or maybe this time I was because I'm tired of convincing myself that I don't care, but now that I think clearly, I think I do. Maybe last night made me think this way.My cheeks instantly started burning up again just by thinking about it when I shouldn't."I hate him, remember?"I questioned myself in a low voice, because I didn't want his driver to think that I had gone crazy when he literally granted me the permission to get out of his so-called golden cage to actually meet my mother.I got knocked out just by doing that. How embarrassing? I can't even name it. Keeping everything aside, I still can't forget the things he told me last night. How beautiful I look in his eyes. I blushed again. Can't I just go back on hating him? In the beginning, I used to loathe his touch, but now I am actually liking it. What's wrong with me?I should hate him, right? But at t
Author's POV'"If you want, I can take you away from this pain where you won't be sad anymore."A firm, yet familiar voice interrupted Elena from behind, making her turn around to look at the person. Her eyes widened slightly after watching him lean against the garden wall while staring at her with a hooded gaze."Levi..... What are you doing here?"Elena asked calmly, covering her shock."Just watching my loved ones in pain."He stated just like that while holding eye contact with her. Elena's eyes widened before looking away. She doesn't know if his words are as genuine as him. Damn, she suspects his every word. She's not the high school who would feel flattered by her crush saying stuff like this.If anything, then she respects her boundaries."That's not the answer to----""I know, but this is Stefano's birthday party, so isn't it obvious that I would be here?"Of course, he would be present as a member of the mafia. Elena thought. Levi's presence was as important as Vincenzo's in
My eyes fell on the girl who looked innocent and young. She looks like she is in her late teens. She kept looking around and then at the cell phone in her hand. I could feel the eyes on me. Which were none other than his guards.Unconciously I approched her. She's beautiful and has a soft beauty which suits her perfectly. Her hair, long and soft as river silk, fell to the middle of her back in gentle waves, catching the light like dusk on water.It framed her face in the most effortless way, as if even the wind had learned to be gentle around her. Her features were delicate—cheekbones like petals, a nose barely a breath, and lips the shade of early blush roses. She looks perfect in all angles.There was something in her eyes, too—not just the color, which was some impossible hue between honey and storm—but the way they held stories, even when she wasn’t speaking. You’d look at her and feel that she had seen the world with a kind of softness that refused to harden, no matter what it ha
Elena's POV'The gown I wore this evening did not shimmer, nor did it boast the ostentation of embroidery or gemstones. It needed no such embellishments. It was elegance distilled—a quiet kind of power. The fabric, a deep, velvety midnight blue, clung to my form with the grace of twilight, wrapping around me, smooth and assured.The neckline swept just below my collarbone, revealing the delicate strength of my shoulders, while the sleeves, long and tapered, ended in a gentle point at the wrists—as though time itself had traced my outline with reverence. The bodice was cut to accentuate without demanding attention, sculpted in a way that whispered confidence rather than cried for it.The skirt flowed—neither too voluminous nor too tight—falling in fluid lines to the floor, where it gathered slightly like a sigh at my heels. With every step, the fabric moved with me, as if it too was under my spell. No ornamentation distracted from the pure, solid hue of the gown. Its beauty was in its
Author's POV'Before Elena could make a move by turning around, he grabbed her wrist, making her bump hard against his muscular chest, which was draped with a black leather jacket and black t-shirt beneath it, not to mention his black jeans. He was dressed casually today aside from his usual signatory formal attire."Still trying to run away from me, amore?"Her breath hitched at his deep voice and close proximity. Even if she had lived in Italy before. She still didn't understand it fully, but she was trying her best.She still didn't know what he called her in Italian, but she was sure to find it out. Her wrist was pinned behind her back by him and a shiver ran down her spine. It always does. Whenever she's with him. She can't help to shiver in his company."Even after what happened last night?"His intense voice snapped her out of the haze and a crimson red appeared on her already rosy cheeks. Since this morning, she had been trying her best not to recall their last night's encount
A yawn left my mouth, but I refused to sleep as I kept staring at his peaceful sleeping face. A conclusion popped up in my mind. So he does sleeps with me. The only difference was he left bed before I woke up.Which is somehow disappointing even if I deny it all the time, but guess what? I can't run from reality, can I? I have already witnessed what happened when I actually tried to run.I didn't sleep since he left me breathless and gave me the best orgasm ever. I never knew that it could bring me this beautiful pleasure. My cheeks flame with shyness. What am I even thinking? But I can't help but think about it because I don't even remember my past or someone who has touched me this way?Is there anyone who has touched me this way? If I force my mind to think about my past where I have lost my memory, then it will only hurt my mind. Which I can't afford. My psychiatrist advised me to never force my brain to remember the things I desperately wanted.But the loss of my memory is making
I can see his eyes darkened at my words, so I try to make him understand or whoosh out any other misunderstanding that crosses his mind."But not anymore. It was just a mere attraction, I swear. I don't feel anything about him, Vincenzo.""Like I would let you feel anything about that fucker."I gulped at his serious tone while he still smelled like alcohol, but it did not look like he was actually drunk or anything. Maybe he has good alcohol tolerance."You won't think about any other man but me, is that clear?"I nodded my head frantically at his dark dominance."Use that pretty mouth of yours just like you did the other day."I felt my cheeks burning up at his statement. I don't even have to guess which day he was referring about. The day when I went down on him for the first time."Yes!"He looks at me still unsatisfied."Say yes daddy."My eyes widened, and my lips parted slightly in shock."W-What?"I asked, still processing his words."You heard me."I stared stunned at the det
Elena's POV'I was sitting by the pool side while my feets were under the cool water. I was feeling relaxed and calmer. It feels like today's day was less tough than yesterday. I almost laughed at the choice of my words. Do I really think that my life will be normal as it used to be, even if not perfect, but I was still on my own?Making food, buying groceries, clothes, taking care of my mother. I was independent, doing my dream job until the devil thought to come and destroy everything he could. Now my days are filled with no work but a spoiled princess in a castle. I could only nag about it.I miss Eva so badly. The last time I talked with her was the day she helped me escape Vincenzo. I was dying to ask her if she was okay? Because the risk she took for me by helping me meant her relationship with her husband. I even miss Arianna and now that I can't talk to them. I'm feeling a bit lonely.I can't even contact Kai given to Vincenzo's anger, because he thinks I'm seeing Kai behind hi
Author's POV'Elena stepped onto the balcony since everyone was busy, which left her bored. Her cheeks turned red, recalling their kitchen encounter. She had never seen him being this soft, so it was new for her.She took a deep breath when cold breezes from spring hit her delicate skin, making her smile a little. Her long blonde hair flew with the flow of a windy breeze. Nature has the power to heal us even without trying. All you have to do is embrace it and your mind will be fresh."I should tour around this mansion instead of walking like a workless shit."Her hair started to cover her face, making her groan."I feel like an actress in the shampoo advertisement, but the only difference is that I look like a witch with hair covering my face."She tried to remove her hair strands."Why the hell does reality always go against expectations?"She said while fighting with her hair. While she was still busy fighting with her hair, her eyes fell on a familiar figure in the garden while ta
Vincenzo's POV'A sudden gasp left my wife's lips when I wrapped my arms around her from behind. It took a few seconds for her to adapt to my touch and her body stiffened as soon as she recognized my touch.A proud smirk appeared on my lips. She knows my touch well enough to ignore the changes in her body. That's the thing I love about her. There are many things I love about her and the thing which I love most about her is her defiance.The fire in her eyes which seems to be gone not completely, but she is still being careful enough to not show her defiance in front of me. She is still careful while choosing her battles in front of me.She still hasn't moved not even an inch, which made me smirk. I tightened my grip around her and, leaning down, I buried my face in the crook of her neck, which made her shiver. -I like it."What do you think you are doing, mi amore?"I whispered against her neck and felt her release a sigh. Maybe this was turning her on. I love to pull these reactions