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Prologue Damiano Blood splattered on my face faster than I could ever process what was happening. The sound of gurgling had me slowly widening my eyes when I saw who was hit. I dropped to my knees, pressing my hand onto her neck where blood kept sputtering out. “You’ll be okay… you’ll be okay.” The words came out of my mouth hastily, but she was choking on her own blood, watching me with fear in her eyes as tears filled them up. I gritted my teeth, trying to stop the bleeding, but deep down inside, I knew I couldn’t. “Find them! Find who did this!” I shouted to my men, my chest heaving uncontrollably in fury. “Don’t close your eyes.” I pleaded. Her eyes drooped, but they never fully closed. She placed her hand on my cheek, giving me a silent plea before I watched her eyes become lifeless and her hand dropped to her side. I cradled her body into my arms, I shouted. “Open your eyes. Open your eyes!” But she remained unresponsive. “Why, Damiano?” I stilled and stared into her ey
Althaia “No way! You got yourself that car?!” I gaped at the gleaming black Aston Martin as he escorted me outside. “Sure did! Worked my ass off to get it.” He looked at his car pridefully. When we were younger, he would always talk about wanting an Aston Martin. We used to love talking about cars when we were kids and got so excited when we saw those luxury cars in movies. I was a sucker for those cars. Michael opened the door for me, and I immediately glanced around as I got inside, almost afraid to move in case I would ruin something. It was one sexy car, and just sitting in a freaking Aston Martin felt surreal. And he was looking fine driving it. A sexy man deserved a sexy car. “So, how come you’re attending the engagement party?” I asked. Sure, we all knew each other, and we were close growing up, but he was always talking about traveling the world, so I didn’t think he would have stuck around. Michael glanced at me quickly before refocusing on the road. “Ah, I forgot you
Althaia As soon as we entered the mansion, a wave of nostalgia hit me as I looked around. I made so many memories in this house, and even though most of the interior had been changed, there was still a sense of familiarity. The staircase had been remodeled into a glossy beige that led to two small separate staircases on either side to get to the top floor. A sparkling crystal chandelier was suspended from the center of the staircase and small spotlights lit up the rest of the ceiling, giving it a nice, elegant look. I guess my father was too busy with the mansion to phone me back. I mentally scoffed but forced myself to think of the good times. The twelve years that I stayed here were amazing because I had Cara and Michael. As we walked towards the back of the mansion, we could hear music and people talking. We walked through the French doors to the gardens outside down a stony path that twisted around the corner to the house’s right side. I enjoyed the view of the gorgeous flower
Althaia “Thaia!” I heard Cara call out as she suddenly showed up and headed towards me with a wide smile on her face. “Cara!” I squealed, matching her excitement as I quickly handed my drink to back Michael, not caring that it spilled a bit, and walked as fast as I could in my heels and embraced her with a tight hug. It had been so long since I last saw her, which truly sucked because we were like two inseparable sisters. “Oh my God, I have missed you so much. It really is not the same without you.” She hugged me tighter into her tiny frame. “I know.” I chuckled. “I’ve missed you too!” I stepped back, holding her hands as I looked her over. “Cara, you look amazing!” I stared in awe at her gorgeous dress. A gorgeous, long flowy rose-colored strapless gown with a corset-like top with silver detailing that cinched her waist, making her already full breasts even bigger. Her raven hair was tied up with a few pieces framing her face, and her makeup was flawless, making her hazel eyes po
Althaia As we got closer to the group of men, I tried not to stare at anyone longer than a second in case they would take it the wrong way. They were huge and intimidating, and kept watching us as we walked up to them, but Cara was unfazed. She led me over to the two men at the center of the group; the two most terrifying-looking men. And one of them was the man Michael told me not to stare at, but holy shit, that man was even finer up close, and I couldn't take my eyes off him. I was nervous to approach him as his eyes followed me, and his stare made my heart race. He didn’t even try to hide it as he shamelessly checked me out, which gave me mixed feelings. I was not sure I was supposed to like his attention on me. “Althaia, meet my fiancé, Lorenzo.” Cara introduced. I looked at the man next to him and wanted to drop my jaw. He was about the size of a tank! He was so tall that I even had to slightly tilt my head up, and so muscular he could literally be related to The Rock. I woul
Althaia “Keep her out of this.” My father hissed. “And why should I when you’re the one hiding her, Gaetano?” Damiano bared his teeth in a sinister smile. “She has nothing to do with anything!” My father yelled at him. “Now, now.” Damiano chuckled, not fazed at all. “I’ll be the judge of that.” He pulled me in front of him and it felt like I was facing the Devil himself. Damiano leaned in so close to me, his golden-brown eyes looking so deadly. I swallowed hard, scared of what he would do to me. “We’ll have a little chat together soon.” He said with a wicked smirk as he ran a thumb along my jaw. I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t even breathe. I just stared at him, my eyes wide, while my heart felt like it was about to jump out of my chest. What was I supposed to say, anyway? Tea or coffee? I was pretty sure he preferred blood. And I could only hope it was not mine he was after. He leaned back, gave me a wink, and walked off. I exhaled and my legs buckled, making me stumble. But a
Althaia “What the actual fuck?” I shrieked, and my father shot me a look. I was supposed to be dead? “But he said Althaia Volante, I’m a Celano.” I said to get an explanation for that. “Celano is a name your mother and I both decided for you to have so people wouldn’t be able to track you down easily.” He explained, “I never gave you my family name because I want to protect the only daughter I have.” So, that was what he meant when he said I was causing trouble. Made sense now. But in all fairness, how was I supposed to know that? No one told me I was supposed to play fucking dead. “I couldn't take the chance of you going around and introducing yourself as Volante. Word would get out, and he would track you down fast to get what he wants.” He sighed, and it left me stunned once again. “So…” I trailed off. “Does that mean I’m in any kind of danger now? Should I be worried?” I asked, probably looking like a lost child. If my father had faked my death, then that meant Damiano was m
Althaia “What a grand entrance you made tonight.” Michael playfully bumped his shoulder into mine. “Tell me about it.” I chuckled. Michael walked me all the way to my hotel room to make sure I got back completely safe. I was really grateful, and I almost snuggled up to him for protection. I swiped my keycard and held the door for Michael to enter as well. “Not bad, Thaia. You got yourself a luxury suite.” He whistled in awe as he looked around. “Well, I thought I would take advantage of this opportunity and treat myself a bit.” I grinned. I had asked for the biggest suite in the hotel because I wanted it to feel like a real vacation. The suite was split into two large rooms; a lounge area with soft couches that would swallow you and a huge flat-screen TV, and the other with a king-sized bed. It had to be a king-sized bed because I had this annoying fear that if my arm or leg hung off the bed, some kind of nasty creature would definitely grab me and drag me across the room. I slu