I stop just before reaching the main living room, take a deep breath, exhale, and pat dry the tears that have been falling. When I walk into the living room, Dell is seated on the couch, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, while Luca paces near the window. They both look up as I enter, and my steps falter at the sight of Luca.
I don’t understand him. How could he bring me here, knowing what would happen? Knowing Maria would—
“Dell,” I say, my voice trembling as I try to calm myself and act as nonchalant as I can. “Take me out of here. Now.”
“Renée, are you okay?” he asks, standing and walking toward me. I clear my throat and nod, unwilling to talk about what just happened.
“What did she do?” he asks, frowning. Before I can answer, Luca turns, his expression a mix of guilt and something I can’t decipher.
“I’ll take you,” he says softly. “I&rsqu
For a moment, my heart stops beating, and I’m completely frozen in the moment. My body stiffens as the logical part of my brain instinctively telling me to pull away. That this is wrong, that I shouldn’t let it happen. But his lips are so soft, so insistent, moving against mine with a tenderness I never expected. And he’s such a good kisser that it’s impossibly hard to resist him. I hear him let out a soft groan of frustration, and I know it’s my cue to kiss him back. My heart races, pounding so loudly I can barely hear my own thoughts.But still, they are there, and the deeper I kiss him, the louder they become.What am I doing?He’s married. Not just married but also the man whose wife confronted me hours ago, threatening me to stay away from her husband—or die. The same woman whose deal I accepted to leave the country. Guilt starts to creep in, and as much as I want to fight it off, I think I’m losing. Alessandr
I’m standing in Raul’s guest room, staring at the dress I bought. I kind of passed by the store and picked it up while we were driving here last night. It’s gorgeous, no doubt, but it doesn’t take away the thoughts swirling in my head. What am I even doing? When I suggested Alessandro take me out on a date, it was in the heat of the moment. I needed to say something to distract him from asking me not to leave the country. Now that the day is here, I’m dreading every minute as it approaches.There’s someone perched on the edge of the bed, grinning like she’s known me forever—Emilia, Raul’s fiancée. Her energy is warm but almost overwhelming. I get that she’s excited to meet me and wants to bond, but I didn’t necessarily want her in the room while I’m getting ready for the date. I couldn’t tell her no, though, because this is her and Raul’s place.“Are you sure about these ea
"Is this sudden decision to leave because I can’t define what this is between us?” Alessandro asks in a low yet sharp voice. I shake my head.“No, I had already made up my mind way before this date,” I say, and he shakes his head in disbelief, clearly not believing me.“You told me that you wanted me to take you out on this date so that you could make the decision. Is this what it was all about? You giving me an ultimatum?”I scoff and shake my head. Why would he even think that? I didn’t give him any sort of ultimatum. I would never do that. Hell, I didn’t even say anything except that I’m leaving.“No, that’s not true,” I say, watching as his lips curl into a knowing smirk, the kind that makes my blood boil.“Don’t lie to me, Renée. I understand the answer you want from me—I do. But I can’t give you that.”I blink, trying to keep my
Do I know what I’m doing? No.Am I going to regret this? Probably, yeah.Do I care? No, not even one bit. I probably left my guilty conscience back at the restaurant, but who cares? I won’t be around in the next twenty-four hours to question or regret my decisions.It is so quiet in this elevator. I know both of us are probably questioning what the hell we think we are doing and whether it’s even the right thing to do. Worse, after we just had a fight about this whole situation. It feels hypocritical of us—me the most. One thing I know for sure right now is that the air around us is crackling with unspoken need.The moment the doors slide open to his penthouse, his lips are on mine again, more demanding this time. His hands are everywhere—my coat, my hair, my waist—and I’m losing track of what is happening. He takes off his coat and lets it fall to the floor, just an inch away from mine.His hand reaches fo
The bathroom tile feels cold under my feet as I sit perched on the toilet lid, phone pressed to my ear. I pull the bathrobe tighter to feel warm. I’m trying my best to keep my voice low because I don’t want Alessandro to hear this. I get that the bathroom is huge and the distance from where I am to where he is in the bed is big enough for me to talk freely, but still, I don’t want to. Tati’s voice, groggy but still unmistakably her, filters through the line.“What time is it where you are?” she asks.“Uhm… seven in the morning,” I whisper, glancing at the sleek clock mounted above the bathroom sink. I don’t understand why anyone would need a clock in the bathroom, but I don’t question rich people’s interior design choices. There is always something that feels out of place with them.“Seven?” She lets out a low groan. “Renée, it’s two in the morning here. Two.
This must be the longest shower I have ever had—well, the longest if it wasn’t one of those everything showers. The only reason is that I’m dreading going back to the room and having to face Alessandro. I know he won’t let this go until we’ve had that conversation, and I don’t even know if I can handle it.Because what am I even supposed to tell him? My body shut down because you’re married? That sounds absurd. It even feels absurd.There’s a fresh sweatsuit on the bathroom counter, along with some body care products. He must have placed them here while I was in the shower. I don’t even want to think about whose clothes they might belong to, but when I reach for them, I notice they still have tags on. They’re new. Does he always keep new clothes around for the women he brings home? His mistresses?See, this is why having this conversation feels like it might turn into a nightmare—because there&rsq
I feel anxious.I don’t know if it’s in a good or bad way because part of me is happy that I’m going back home. I’ll get to see my friends again after so many months of being away, and I’ll finally just be at home. But at the same time, I’m not sure if I even like the idea of going back. Partly because I feel like Alessandro and I still have unresolved issues. It doesn’t matter that we’ve talked and I said I’d be back—I just feel like if I leave, there’s a chance I may never return. After everything that happened last night and the weird tension that followed, I just need to put some space between us. I have to—for my sanity. For the sake of my heart. And then, there’s the part of me that’s scared of going back to face the reality that it’ll just be Dad and me. Mom won’t be there anymore. I’ve spent almost my entire life with her in it, and it’s going to be hard.
I have never been arrested in my life, and all my life I have tried to live a good life and stay on the right side of the law so that a situation like this never happens. This is one of the scariest situations I have ever been in, and worse still, I don’t understand what we could have done to deserve this.My hands are trembling, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t stop them. They are sweaty, and the cuffs are digging into my wrists as I’m led through the cold, sterile hallway of the station. The air smells like bleach and something metallic, and the fluorescent light above hums in a way that grates on my nerves. I keep my head down, my heart racing so fast it feels like it’s trying to escape my chest. The last time I was at this station was to see Dell; I never thought the next time I’d be here, it would be in handcuffs.My dad was taken into another room as soon as we got here. They didn’t even let us talk. The last thing I saw w
I am shaking as I stare at the pool of blood on the floor next to my father’s leg, which keeps growing larger with every passing second. His face is pale, and he is starting to get weaker. I’m trying to hold back my tears, wishing I could help him, but I can’t move. My body feels like it’s chained to this seat, my fists trembling in place on my lap.“Okay, I’ll ask again,” Emilia’s sharp voice cuts through the air, making my heart race even faster. “Who do you have resentment for in this room, Principessa?” she asks in a mocking voice.My throat is dry, my voice barely above a whisper as I stammer. “Maria.”I hear Maria scoff at the other end of the room. “Bitch,” she mutters under her breath, but it’s loud enough for everyone to hear.I swallow hard, trying not to look in her direction. Emilia leans forward, clearly intrigued. “Oh, now this is getting interest
I open my eyes, and my head is killing me. The first thing I feel is the cold, hard surface beneath me. I try to piece together where I am. Someone is calling my name, the voice faint but familiar, slicing through the fog clouding my mind.“Renée…”I force my eyes open, blinking against the light filtering into the massive room. It takes me a moment to figure out my surroundings, and then I see him—Alessandro. He’s seated on a chair a few feet away, his hands bound, his eyes filled with anger and despair.My heart jumps. He came for me.I try to sit up, and my body aches with every move, but I still manage to sit.“Alessandro,” I whisper, my voice cracking as I struggle to stand.He shakes his head, a silent warning, and that’s when I see it—a gun pressed against his temple. My breath catches in my throat as my heart starts to race.“Hey… hey… are you ok
AlessandroAfter that phone call with Emilia, I’ve felt stuck ever since. I don’t know what to do. Before I took over the reign of the East mafiadome—just before I married Emilia—the queen was already on top of the food chain. There were rumors about how ruthless she was, how evil she was. The things she used to do. She was the lowest of the barrel when it came to cruelty. I didn’t think there was anything beyond her in terms of the evil she was capable of. She would kill without mercy, deal the worst drugs, and human and sex trafficking were part of her trade.So when I married Maria, I swore to change all that. I vowed to be ruthless, but not ruthless like her. I wanted to make things right—and I did.By doing so, I threatened her, and she fought back. There is nothing worse than fighting someone you don’t truly know.The thing is, before her, her father ruled. He supposedly only had sons—or so we thought.
“Hey! Hey! Let us out of here, you sons of bitches!” Mateo’s scream tears through the heavy silence in the room. He thrashes against the ropes binding him to the chair, his voice hoarse as he shouts.“Let us out of here! Do you hear me? You bastards! You’re going to pay for letting Marco die. I swear to God!” he screams again, his voice bouncing off the walls, but no one comes. The night is quiet except for the sounds of the crickets and my sobbing. I turn to look at my father and brother, and they have that same sad look on their faces.Mateo keeps screaming in rage at no one, yet still, no one seems to hear his cries.I remain seated on the floor, my hands still stained with the now-dried blood that belonged to Marco. Tears stream down my face, and my whole body shakes. He was alive not long ago. But now he is gone. He’s really gone. My chest feels tight, and I can barely breathe. If only Emilia had let me help him&hel
The two women exchange a knowing glance, a silent communication passing between them, before one of them stands up. She is slightly taller and more petite than me, though I suspect that’s due to the harsh conditions here. She deliberately walks toward me, the fear she initially displayed now replaced by feigned confidence. The second woman, much shorter with cropped hair, follows close behind, and my heart races with every step they take closer.“So, you’re the new one,” the first woman says, her voice sharp and biting. Even with the coldness in her tone, there’s a hint of curiosity in her eyes, as though she’s heard of me and wants to know more.I blink, confused by her words. “What do you mean?” I ask, though deep down, a part of me already knows.There can only be one reason we look so similar, and I desperately hope it isn’t true—because if it is, I’ll lose my mind.She tilts her head,
The car is silent except for my pounding heart, Marco’s labored breathing, and the soft clicking sound of Emilia tapping her nails on the gun pointed at me. Her other gun rests lazily on Marco, a silent threat that keeps me gripping the steering wheel tighter than I should. My hands are trembling and slick with sweat and blood from when I tried to stop Marco’s bleeding. The whole car reeks of iron—a nauseating smell—but I’m too focused on the gun pointed at me and Marco’s worsening condition to care.“Where are we going?” I ask. Emilia only shrugs and waves for me to keep my eyes on the road. I blink rapidly, trying to keep the tears at bay so I can see where I’m heading.“Where are my father and Raul?” My voice cracks despite my best effort to sound calm. I don’t know what she’s done to them. I should’ve been more suspicious when I returned and couldn’t find my father, or when Ra
RenéeThe moment the call drops, my heart sinks into my stomach. I pull the phone from my ear, staring at the dark screen. The battery’s dead. It hadn’t fully charged when I took it off earlier to call Alessandro. I groan in frustration as I fumble to connect it to the charger. My hands are trembling as my mind races back to his last words. I couldn’t quite catch them, but he said something about Emilia.I don’t know what he said she was, but I’m scared.My fingers fumble with the charger until I finally manage to plug it in. The phone lights up, the charging symbol glowing on the screen. I impatiently stare at it, praying it will charge faster.What did he mean?Why did he sound so terrified?What did he see during that video call?And what did Emilia see that made her sprint out of here so fast?Why did he want me to find Marco and Mateo and have them take me away from here? These people a
AlessandroMy heart races as I stare at the screenshot I took. I lean back in my chair, gripping the edges of the desk as if anchoring myself to reality. The video wasn’t clear—too much movement, too many shadows—but something about her. The voice. That look. I can’t shake the feeling.It can’t be.But if it is…When I knew her she used to go by a different name, it wasn't Emilia.I rub a hand down my face, trying to steady my breathing. I don’t care if I’m right or wrong, but if I am, then Renée’s life might be in danger, and I would die before letting anything happen to her.There’s only one person who can confirm this suspicion, but I hate the idea of going to her. Maria. She is the last person I want to talk to right now, not after the fight we had earlier when I came back.But I don’t have a choice.I push out my chair, the screeching sound echoing i
I got back to Raul’s place a few hours ago. My father wasn’t home, and when I asked Raul where he was, he said he left earlier with one of the security guys to deal with something. He didn’t give me much detail about it, so I’ll just have to call my father and ask him. Although Raul assured me he’d be fine and the security guy would make sure nothing happened to him, I still want to check on him myself.When I returned, I was too tired and just wanted some peace and rest, but Raul couldn’t let me have that the moment I told him I’d be moving in with Alessandro. I drove back with Alessandro, but along the way, he had Mateo pick me up because he said he needed to rush somewhere.So here we are, seated in the dining room across from each other. Raul looks like he wants to scold me but doesn’t know how to start.“You’re moving in with Alessandro?” he asks sharply.I shrug, nodding. “Yeah,