If you read the blurb, you'd know this book was previously titled Carina. And I got so much shit because other readers couldn't understand why when the focus was always on Marianna 🤭 Aren't y'all glad I didn't put you through the same frustration? 😂
"I'm sorry but you must have mistaken me for someone else. My name is Marianna. If you're looking for Carina, my condolences then. She died a few days ago" I tell the woman who for some reason hasn't stopped smiling. "My dear, I think you've worn that skin for so long that you've forgotten who you truly are" "I think you should leave before I ask my men to drag you out" I snap because she's starting to piss me off. Who does she think she is to walk in here and start spouting nonsense? "You're still feisty as always. I'm glad to see just how strong and powerful you've become" "Who the fuck are you?" I ask pushing Cris's hands off me. I don't remember her saying her name and I don't think we've met before. "Up close you're really beautiful. You don't know how long I've waited to see you, to talk to you, and to touch you" She moves forward and lifts her hand towards me but I take a step back. Cris steps in front of me, blocking her view of me. "Marianna, do you know who this wo
Flashback I don't want to do this. With every step I take, I feel like my heart is breaking into a million tiny pieces. It's so unfair to me and to her. For the first time in my life, I hate my mother for choosing to be a stripper. Yes, it was her choice. She could have done anything, become anyone but she chose this damn profession. Growing up with someone like her, I had no choice but to follow in her footsteps. She didn't tell me that I could be a doctor or a lawyer or something else. All she did was teach me how to apply makeup, wear heels, and dress like a slut to attract men. We went from club to club because she was always trying to make more money by dancing for rich men. Now that I think about it, I remember how she enjoyed seducing them and how she'd be happy whenever they fell for her. Somehow she was happy with what she did. Me on the other hand, I can't say I was happy. Content, yes but happy? I've only ever been happy once in my life. The day I gave birth to my two lit
Everyone, from the staff to the Don's men were tired of the bickering, screams, the fights, and the mess. The only time those two stopped was when they were asleep or one of them was out of the house. Not even the Don's presence could get them to settle down. They'd go off in front of him despite knowing how explosive his anger was. Not that he cared. The girls could kill each other and he would ask for a glass of whiskey or brandy. Sometimes it was as if they were invisible to him. No one understood why he didn't bother separating them. Especially since one of them wasn't his biological daughter. Dara, who had worked in the mansion the longest, had told them how the Don neglected his oldest daughter from the moment she was born. He had been looking forward to having a son, you see but after he found out it was a girl, he'd lost interest. "I don't care what you do with her. Just make sure she grows up fast. I might have use for her later" he'd said. That meant, Marianna Lombardi gre
Looking at how my daughters ended up, I regret not fighting harder for them. Maybe if I had, I wouldn't be a stranger to Carina. It was years later when I first got the courage to go back to the orphanage. Fear of the Don finding out everything and killing my daughter made me stay away. I hadn't wanted to tip him off in case he got revenge on us for lying to him. But one day I couldn't take it anymore and went back to the place I'd left Carina. I wanted to see her, make sure she was fine and getting along with other kids. Since she'd grown up, I didn't know how she looked. After weeks of trying, I finally got a job as a cleaner only to find out she'd been adopted. The anger and fear I'd felt back then almost sent me to this mansion. The head of the orphanage wouldn't tell me who had adopted her. But she called him and the next day he was there, angry that I'd come back for our daughter even after he'd told me to stay away. I've spent half of my life hating him. For getting me pregnan
She looks like an angel when she's sleeping. I've been sitting here waiting for her to wake up so I could tell her what I found. I don't know how she's going to take it. The arrival of her mother hit her hard. Combined with the past few days, I'm not sure she'll be able to take any more shocks but she has to know this before anyone else. By anyone else I mean Giovanni. I see all the things he's doing to try and get Maria... Carina to trust him. Fuck, it's going to be hard to call her that. Even though I've known all along who she was, calling her Carina is just weird. She told me everything after I rescued her from one of the guys she'd tried to blackmail for Lombardi. I'm not sorry that asshole is dead by the way. I hope he rots in hell or wanders around and sees just how strong Carina is now. The guy she was trying to blackmail was Russian and Lombardi wanted to force him to do business together. That Russian prick wasn't scared of Lombardi. He stuck Carina in the basement saying t
A month. That's how long it took for me to finally break away from all that madness and finally have peace of mind. Giovanni wouldn't let me leave because things kept coming up. All of a sudden I was the busiest person on earth. Making sure shipments which were drugs and illegal firearms were sent out and arrived at their destination, having meetings with Padre's partners and assuring them that business would proceed as usual, and hiring more men to replace the ones that had died while attacking Cris's mansion. Goodness, the list was endless. On top of that, there was Marianna, her mother -because I can't bring myself to think of her as my mother- and Damiano. It turns out that Marianna and Damiano had come up with a plan to spy on me. She says she only wanted to know how I was but I don't believe her. To me she's still the same little witch who'd given me sleepless nights because I was afraid if I closed my eyes, she'd do something to me. I can't change my opinion of her just becaus
The past few weeks have been hectic. Trying to recover from the attack and keeping my business on top hasn't been easy. I had to use a bit of money from my personal account to compensate for the merchandise Mari took from me. Alone, it wouldn't have mattered but put together with the money Fausto stole from me, things weren't looking too good. Luckily I had Nev by my side and even though he's been mad at me for dating his kidnapper, he helped me with everything I needed. The only reason I'm here was because I knew he would take care of things while I was away. I might have pretended to let Tommaso convince me to bring him to the Maldives. He begged me day and night and I couldn't refuse him. Although his father wasn't buying that bullshit. We both know I would have eventually followed her even without Tommaso's nagging. I've been on a few dates with Mari but since she left my house, she hasn't gone back. She was scared the guys wouldn't welcome her like they did the first time becaus
I understand why Cris was so pissed that he cut our vacation short. His house is nothing more than a pile of ash and rubble. The beautiful house that stood here just a few days ago is gone with everything that was inside it. Nev said they called the fire department but they took too long to arrive and he suspects someone, probably the person who torched their house, had done something to delay them. Not that anything could have been saved. This wasn't a normal fire. The person who did this made sure nothing could be salvaged. Luckily, no one had gotten hurt because the perpetrator knew they could get away with it if no bodies were found. See arson is one thing and murder is another. Combined, they could bring the police here. Not that they could have done anything either. Their investigation would be a waste of time since no evidence would be found. The fact that someone was brave enough to set Don De Luca's house on fire only means they were clever enough not to leave anything that
"Last chance, Cris. If you mess it up, I'll send you to hell myself" Damn it! Who was I kidding? I never had a chance. Maybe provoking him wasn't a good idea. If I hadn't talked to him, he would have continued his play. Giving me more time to convince her that I am the better choice. Then again, who's to say she would have given in? Actions speak louder than words. She doesn't trust me. Locking her door was a clear sign that she didn't feel safe with me. I can't help but wonder what would have happened if I hadn't let her go the first time we met. Why does she keep going back to him? He'll hurt her again. I know he will. Turning off the laptop, I take my car keys and leave. She needs to come back to her senses. After everything that bastard did, how could she forgive him? It's okay if she doesn't want to be with me but he's not right for her either. He left when she needed him the most and he will do it again. "Sir" "What?" "She's still waiting for you in the lobby"
I'm curious to know if they've made up but I don't want to disturb them in case they're in the middle of it. Carina just needed a little shove to see that she still loved her husband. I know the other guy, Marco, has done a lot for her but he honestly scares me. Cris is on our level. If we put our minds to it, we could destroy his business and leave him penniless. As a matter of fact, if he does something stupid again, that's what I'll do. But Marco? He's too powerful. He doesn't go around showing it but Damiano told me about him and I was shocked. If someone like that were to date my sister, of course, we would be known as the most powerful family. But it would also mean that we couldn't do anything without his permission. I thought about it really hard. About who would make Carina happy. Maybe I'm judging Marco too harshly but I don't think he can do it. She doesn't look at him the same way she looks at Cris. At first, I just wanted to mess around with her and se
"Marianna!" "Gee, are you trying to burst my eardrum? What's the problem now? Shouldn't you be happy for having a sister as caring as I am?""I'm sorry but did you not hear me when I told you to stay out of it? Are you deaf?""Yes. I usually become deaf when it suits me. Which stage are you at?" "I don't know what's going through that thick head of yours but I'll have you know that I'm going to kick him out" "I took the keys with me" Idiot "I have two spare keys you dumbass" "Damn it! Why are you so stubborn? I just want to see you happy" "It doesn't have to be with him. I can be happy with someone else" I lower my voice so he doesn't hear me. Waking up to find him hovering above me almost gave me a heart attack. But it's not the first time I've caught him watching me sleep. If I didn't know him I'd think he was a creep. "Remember when you left the Maldives and were kidnapped by that asshole?" "Yeah. Marco's guys saved me and took me to his house" "Half a point
Now I'm a hundred percent sure Marianna spent all night planning this. I don't know if I should thank her or be pissed. This could go two ways. Carina could either ignore everything and kick me out or she would end up thinking I was in cahoots with her sister and possibly hate me forever. Either way, it's not gonna end well. Before she comes out, I check for other notes and get rid of them. I've just discarded the last one when she asks, "Is there food in there? Marianna said she ordered some" Some is an under... Fuck. Thank God the fridge door is shielding me or I wouldn't know how to explain my hard-on. One look at her and my cock jumps up happily. I know I have no right to demand anything from her but there's no way I'll let her leave the house dressed like that. The floral dress is simple, exposing her shoulders and a good part of her legs but damn it, those legs are mine. That cleavage is mine. Every part of her is mine. She moves towards me and for a second, I forget to breat
I missed watching her sleep. She looks like an angel curled up, with one of her legs exposed and the other one under the covers. I want to stop time so we'll be stuck in this moment forever. So I can look at her all I want without any interruptions. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I tuck her hair behind her ear, marveling at her long lashes, straight nose, and full lips. I want to kiss her while she's asleep because I know she won't let me anywhere near her once she wakes up. Why I once thought it was okay to let her go is beyond me. Will she be angry when she wakes up and sees me here? What can I do to get her back? No matter how much I think about it, I can't see a future where I'm okay without her. Before her, I didn't believe in love. My plan was to find a woman, any woman, and start a family with her. It's no secret that most women would like to be my wife. My last name comes with not only money but also power. The kind that lets them do whatever they want k
Was I too harsh? But why won't he leave me alone? I already told him that I'd moved on and our relationship was over. Why is he trying so hard? Damn him. He forced me to tell him those things. I wouldn't have been so mean if he had just stayed away. Yes, it's his fault. He deserves that and so much more for abandoning me when... If you don't care, why are you still hung up on that? This is getting old. I can't always use that as an excuse. I don't care about him or his feelings but that doesn't mean I have to put up with him. If I show him the slightest consideration, he won't leave and chances are, I might end up back in his arms. But if I don't care, why am I still up at half past one worrying if he was hurt by my words? Thanks to Cris, I have another sleepless night and wake up feeling grumpy. Funny how I'm not affected by the fact that Lombardi was still alive. Maybe he still is. Marianna said she wasn't sure if Nev killed him or not. What I don't understand is why
"Why are you still here?" "I'm wondering if I should sue you for illegal termination of employment. How can you just fire me?" "Your services are no longer needed. Why should I let you stay? Besides, weren't you the one who was complaining about how you didn't sign up for this shit?""Still. You should have given me a one-month notice" I shift my eyes to look at him. What changed? I was under the impression that he didn't want to stay here because he wasn't fond of Val. Why isn't he jumping with joy? "Are you high?" "Because of your kid, I haven't smoked anything in a long time" "Then I thank you on Val's behalf. Now get lost" As much as I appreciate his help, it would be better if he left. I suspect he wants to stick around because of Carina. She's a beautiful woman and men can't help but be interested in her. Speaking of Carina, I wonder if telling her about Val was the right choice. Marco pissed me off and all I could think was that I should never let him wi
"Are you insane?" "Yeah. Insanely hot" "Why didn't you come to me first?" Flopping back on the bed, I close my eyes. Damiano is as pissed as Giovanni was, when he found out I asked Nev to kill Lombardi. I understand why Giovanni would feel that way but not Damiano. They're acting as if I did something horrible when in reality, they are the ones who are in the wrong. Why the hell would they want to keep that bastard alive? For what reason?"If I hadn't followed you, you wouldn't have told me he was still alive" "Barely. He was hooked up to all those machines and had no chance of waking up. Why would you kill him?" "Technically he was already dead. Why does it matter if I killed him or asked someone else to do it? As you said, he wasn't going to regain consciousness" "That doesn't make it alright for you to kill him!" He snarls, making me lean on my elbows. Lifting my head to stare at him. "Are you seriously angry at me because of that bastard?" "In case you fo
It's almost nine and I'm roaming around the house aimlessly because I can't sleep. For some reason, my nerves are too wound up to let me settle down. Who am I kidding? It's that bastard. Knowing he's here and planning on wooing me, as Marco put it, is driving me insane. Is he the one who's been sending me flowers? Where is he? Why was he here that day? And screw Marco. Why the fuck would he tell me that? Anyone in his position would do everything they could to keep me from finding out. Why did he tell me? How does he even know that? Are they in contact or is he spying on him?I'm scared of his presence. I'm scared that his presence will thaw the ice around my heart because it was already melting before I knew he was here. I'm so scared I'll forgive him and fall into his arms as if nothing happened. If I'm honest with myself, I will admit that I miss him. I miss the way he bulldozed himself into my life, the way he still came back to me even when I almost ruined his busines