AlexanderElena stares up at her family home, a sad expression on her face.“Don’t worry, baby,” I say, wrapping my arm around her. “We’ll get you your home back.”Elena shakes her head and rises to her tiptoes, pressing a lingering kiss to my cheek. “No,” she says. “My home is with you. Today, we’re regaining my mother’s home.”My heart stirs and I smile down at her. She considers her home to be with me?“Honey.”Elena turns to look at her mother, her brows raised.“Let me,” Sarah says, her eyes on the property in front of us. “Let me do this.”Elena nods, her hand brushing down my arm until she’s got her hand nestled in mine. I entwine our fingers, the two of us following behind Sarah, a dozen men surrounding us.Elena touches her earpiece and then nods at her mother. “Systems are down.”Sarah inhales deeply and pushes the gates open. She walks slowly, heavily leaning on her cane, but she’s walking. After all these years, she’s walking.I glance at my wife, my amazing wife. Never on
ElenaI sit with my mother as we go through company records, Alec by our side. He wraps his arm around my waist and sighs. “Look, Buttercup,” he says. “This all doesn’t add up. Overhauling this company is going to be difficult.”I drop my head against his shoulder, and he presses a kiss on top of my hair.“I’m not surprised,” Mom says. “Alaric was never that good of a businessman. Even when you were little, it was me running both our companies. I did it then, and I’ll do it now. Between you and I, there’s nothing we can’t accomplish, sweetie.”I nod, but the task seems daunting. “We need to set up meetings with every single department head,” I say, scrolling through the data.My phone rings, and I frown when I don’t recognize the phone number. I haven’t given this number out to anyone.Alec glances at my phone, looking surprised. “Take the call. That phone number, it’s my grandfather’s.”I look at him with raised brows as I accept the call, confused as to why he’d be calling me.“Hell
Alexander“What happened?” Mom asks.I shake my head. “I don’t know.”She grabs her phone at the same time as everyone else, all of us googling our own names and the Kennedy name.Dread fills me when I find my father all over the news. The headlines have my stomach twisting violently. I click on one of the articles, resignation making my fingers heavy.A sex tape. My father is in the news because of a fucking sex tape.I feel sick, but it probably doesn’t compare to how my mother must be feeling.I inhale deeply and start to scroll through my contacts to find Elliot’s number. How could he have let this happen? He’s got intricate filters set up in order to block this type of stuff from ever reaching the mainstream media, so why didn’t he catch this?“Elliot?” I say as soon as he picks up. “What happened?”He yawns loudly. “What are you talking about?” he says, sounding sleepy. “Fuck. My systems are down.”“Stop,” my mother says. “Stop it, Alec.”She grabs my phone from my hands and end
ElenaI glance at Alec lying next to me. He’s fast asleep, his lashes fluttering ever so slightly. I lean in closer, wrapping my arm around him. He sighs and turns away, pushing against me in his sleep.He’s been different lately. He hasn’t been himself since his mother asked for a divorce. There’s so much distance between us now, and I don’t know how to fix it.I’ve never seen Alec in this much anguish—seeing his mother fall apart, seeing her hounded by the press… he’s hurting right along with her, and it’s made him pull away from me more and more.I run a finger over his arm, eliciting a slight shiver from him. I miss him. He’s right here, but I miss him. He doesn’t look at me the same anymore. When he smiles at me, it’s like I’m just another girl. He hasn’t even touched me in weeks now.I move closer to him, pressing myself against him. I need his skin against mine. I swore to myself that I wouldn’t be like my mother, like Sofia, but I want to be all he sees. Even against my better
Alexander“You wanted to see me, Grandpa?”I enter his office—the office that I’ve always considered to be the ultimate goal. Every time I walk in here, I’m filled with renewed determination. One day soon, I’ll succeed him.“Take a seat.”I sit down opposite him, confused as to why he called me in. I stare at him, struggling to reconcile the person he is in front of Elena and my mother, with the person sitting in front of me.“How is your mother?”I look away. “She’s fine,” I say instinctively, but she isn’t. She’s been crying a lot, and she’s barely left the house, scared of the way the paparazzi hounds her. It’s painful to watch, but there’s no other way.“She’ll get through this,” Grandpa says, and I nod. She will. She must.My grandfather pushes a stack of documents toward me, a resigned look in his eyes. “I’m old, Alec. Stuck in my ways. I think I know better, simply because I’m older, because I’ve seen so much, lived through so much. It’s because of my stubbornness that your mot
Elena“What’s wrong, sweetie?” Mom asks, looking up from her laptop. She’s in bed and I’m lying down next to her, just wanting to be close to her. I hate letting her out of my sight. I’m scared of losing her again. I look up at her and shake my head, struggling to snap out of my thoughts.“You’ve been acting strange all week. What’s going on? Alec has barely been home either. Are you two fighting?”I grimace, and Mom squeezes my hand. “Sweetie, you’re worrying me. What’s going on?”I shake my head and sniff. “It’s nothing, Mom.”I don’t want to burden her with my relationship issues. I don’t want her to worry about me. I wish I could hide how I’m feeling so she’d never have noticed in the first place.Alec and I have barely spoken in days. It’s like we just co-exist. Ever since the topic of divorce came up, our relationship deteriorated beyond repair. He’s making me feel like he has no further use for me now that he’s become chairman. The way he’s treating me… it’s what I expected all
Alexander I glance around my new office, feeling oddly uneasy. This office is all I’ve ever wanted, so why does attaining it feel so bleak? I sit up in surprise when my office door opens. No one but my grandfather ever walks in without me being notified first. My grandfather… and Elena, it seems. My eyes roam over her body, my heart stirring involuntarily. She looks beautiful—she always does. It feels like I haven’t seen her in weeks, and I guess I haven’t, not really. We barely speak. I asked her for space and she’s giving it to me, whether I like it or not. Just a few months ago, I’d have gotten up to kiss her. She’d have smiled at me as she walked over to me, sitting down in my lap. Now she looks at me expressionlessly. “I wasn’t expecting you. What are you doing here?” I glance at my watch and frown. “I have a meeting in ten minutes.” She nods and sits down in front of me. “I apologize for intruding,” she says, placing her bag in her lap. She glances around, a small s
ElenaI stand at the entrance of the house I grew up in, everything feeling unfamiliar. I walk up the stairs to what used to be my childhood bedroom and pause in the doorway, shocked. My entire room has been converted into a walk-in closet, not a single one of my belongings remaining.I walk into the room, my fingers tracing over the brand-new dressers that replaced all my furniture. There are over a dozen rooms in this house—there was no need whatsoever to wipe away every memory of my childhood.I sink down to my knees in the middle of my room, tears filling my eyes. My head drops down to the thick carpet, and I let myself fall apart for the first time in years, hot tears streaming down my face. A sob tears through my throat and I try my hardest to keep it in, but I fail. All I accomplish is choking on my tears, my lungs burning. All the while, my heart feels like it’s in physical pain. I’ve never felt thisbroken.I curl into a ball, my heart shattered beyond repair. I’ve lost so muc
“Nervous?” He drops his hand under the table, probably because it’s the only way he can stop the tapping. “I see why you brought me back here now. You didn’t want to disrespect me in front of my men. How courteous of you.”“Whereas you are content with disrespecting the Morettis in front of the entire city.”He narrows his analyzing eyes. “Am I missing something?”“Have you ever heard of Paths of Promise Foundation?”He swallows. “That’s your pet project, isn’t it? Your charity? It’s a great thing, Dario. Helping underprivileged youth to find a way out of the ghettos and the crack houses, helping them get away from the abuse they’re suffering. Of course, I’ve heard of it. It’s one hell of a thing.”I lean forward, leaning my elbows on the table and glaring at him. Anger pumps through me, reminding me of who I am. I’m not the man having flirtatious banter with a young actress. I’m this—the man who makes people cringe away and inspires fear. It’s all I’ll ever be.“Do I look like a fuck
DARIOPaolo drives with an unlit cigarette hanging from his mouth. His fingers drum on the steering wheel as if he can’t wait to light up, his calculating eyes always hinting that he’s working something out. Allessio sits next to him, and I take the back seat.“You two are the only ones who know the truth,” I tell my two most trusted soldiers. Every man is loyal to the Moretti Family as a whole, but these two are faithful to me specifically. We’ve fought together. We’ve bled together. Allessio and I grew up together.“It’s going to stay that way,” Allessio says.“Or off with our heads, be it,” Paolo comments.I smirk. “You almost sound afraid.”He looks at me in the rearview mirror. “Of you, Dario? Why would that be? You’re such a pussycat.”With no other men here, we’re able to banter like this. That’s one reason I like these two so much. They almost make me feelnormal, like just another soldier in the Moretti army, which is what I feel like most days.“How’s it going, anyway?” Alles
ELENAWe have brunch on the back porch. The grated fires are lit since autumn is coming in. My eyes ache from spending hours last night scouring the internet. I searched “how to seem upper class” and “Italian classic films, paintings, books.” I’m doing my best to absorb as much information as possible. I need to sell Elena Esposito.Platters sit on the table: assorted meats, cheeses, marinated vegetables. Mr. Moretti Senior, Salvatore, couldn’t make it. That’s a relief because he stared me down yesterday like he could see right through me. Mrs. Moretti, Maria, watches me, too, but not withas muchjudgment.She’s an elegant woman, her cheekbones sharper than mine will ever be, and she’s wearing an elegant dress that is undoubtedly expensive but not tacky. Her hair is a graceful silver. Dario sits opposite me in a sleek suit, his expression difficult to read—no near-smiles this morning.“How did you sleep in this new environment?” Maria asks.“Excellently,” I say. “The bed was ever so co
After they’re gone, I return to the dining room to find Elena sitting with her head in her hands. I pause in the doorway. She doesn’t realize I’m back.“Stupid, stupid,” she mutters.I clear my throat, taking a step forward.“That wasn’t good, was it?” she says while looking up at me, her hair tousled around her shoulders. The strange urge to run my hand through it strikes me.I should tell her the truth:No, that was terrible. They’re suspicious already. However, something about the panic on her face stops me.“They’re always like that,” I tell her.“Was I supposed to memorize every obscure fancy-pants reference?”I chuckle. It feels good, but then I kill it. It seems wrong to squelch such a slight reaction, but it’s necessary.“What’s so funny?” she snaps.“I don’t think anyone in this house has ever used the termfancy pantsbefore.”“Well, that’s what you all are,” she shrugs. “Sorry.”“Something tells me you only said that because I’m paying you.”“Isn’t that what this whole thing i
“That seems random, Mother,” I mutter, wondering if she’s trying to trip Elena up already.She rolls her eyes at me. “We have to startsomewhere, don’t we?”Elena’s cheeks flush, her lips parting slightly. It’s clear she’s never heard of the classic Italian film, which is surprising considering she’s an actress. Then again, maybe her tastes are more recent than nineteen-sixty.“I think they’re way better than Dolce & Gabbana,” she says.I force out a laugh, pretending it’s a joke. Elena might not be as prepared as I’d like, but she’s quick to react and follow my lead, laughing with me. “I told you she was funny, Mother,” I say.“Hmm,” Mother says, with that searching expression on her face.I usually feel stifled at these sorts of dinners, with both of my parents watching me for any sign of boredom or impatience with Family customs. This evening is even worse. For a few moments, when walking down the hallway with Elena, it was like I wasn’t part of the Family at all. It felt, for the b
DARIOI chose Elena because she has no extended family, and hell, I don’t know. I didn’t overthink it. I saw her, and I picked her, and that’s that, goddamn it. Father’s been bothering me for a long time to get married, quiet the tongues wagging that I hadn’t settled down yet, and I needed to get him off my back finally. Sitting at the table, I feel something stir inside as I look across at her.She’s wearing a silver dress that subtly hugs her figure. She’s curvy in the extreme, her shape rising and falling in a way that triggers something deep and hungry in me. I’m not used to physical attraction like this. Even with family at the table, something moves me as I look across at her.“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Mother says in her usual detached way.“Yes,” Father says in the same manner. He looks at me, not at Elena, as he speaks. “A pleasure.”I give him a blank stare in return. He’s clearly trying to make some point, perhaps pissed I haven’t taken a woman from aFamily which might
She takes my arm and leads me up wide stone steps toward an imposing front door at least as tall as two men and just as wide. As she pushes it open, I almost reach forward to help her. It looks heavy. She waves me inside and then leads me down a wide hallway. Artwork dots the walls, including classical paintings, landscapes, and nature scenes, with the occasional battle scene.“Mr. Moretti is in his study,” she tells me, looking over her shoulder with a coy smile. “He isveryexcited to see you. He’s told us all about you, Miss Esposito.”“Please, call me Elena,” I say.Esposito is the fake name I’ll have to use while going through this charade. My heart beats a little faster when Clara stops outside another imposing door.“I’m sure you’d like me to leave you two lovebirds alone,” she says.“Uh, sure,” I mutter. “Yeah, that’d be great. Thanks.”My head is spinning. I need to get my actor’s brain to work correctly. I’m supposed to be from this world, a wealthy princess worthy of the mob
Book 2 Is another standalone novel that also introduces new plot and characters while still maintaining The Billionaire's Contract marriage series.************With my aunt’s medical bills piling up, I can’t afford to say no to this payday: pretend to be a mob prince’s fiancée, plan a fake wedding, and keep my emotions out of it. Simple, right?The only hitch? I’m falling for him.Dario Moretti is everything I’m not—wealthy, refined, and dangerously charming. He belongs to a world of luxury and power, while I’m just trying to stay afloat. I never imagined I’d start caring about him, but the more time we spend together, the harder it is to remember that this is all just a job.Dario’s gaze lingers a little too long. His touch sends shivers down my spine. And when we kiss, the line between fake and real blurs. But his Family would never accept someone like me. My aunt, the whole reason I took this gig, warns me against getting involved with a criminal.Then, a rival Mafia family target
Epilogue ElenaMy heart squeezes painfully as I stare at my brother on the stand, the judge passing a life sentence, his punishment the same as Jade’s and my father’s.Their trial took almost four whole years, and they nearly got away with what they did—until Alec revealed the last judge’s corruption, and a new judge was assigned, putting us back at square one. My mother’s case was practically unheard of, and that delayed their judgment even longer than I would’ve liked, but it didn’t prevent it.I glance at my husband, my heart overflowing with gratitude. Without him, my family would have gone unpunished. My mother would have died.And I? I’d have lost my reason to live.He looks at me as though he can read my mind and wraps his arm around my shoulder, offering me silent support. I drop my head to his shoulder, a bittersweet smile on my face.Mom grabs my hand and squeezes tightly, her eyes on Matthew. He’s led away, and I don’t see an ounce of remorse in his eyes. There wasn’t any