I stepped into the vast ballroom with all the confidence I had in me. The atmosphere was rich with an air of both celebration and caution. I stood at the corner of the room, quietly accessing and savouring every bit of the scene. Crystal chandeliers hung from above, their light casting a golden glow over the room, creating a play of shadows that added to the enigmatic ambiance.Heavy, burgundy velvet drapes framed the tall windows, offering glimpses of the night outside, with the moonlight barely piercing through. In the center of the room, a long, elegant table is laden with an array of gourmet dishes, silver platters filled with delicacies, and crystal glasses brimming with the finest wines and spirits. The scent of rich food mingled with the faint hint of expensive cigars and perfume, creating a heady mix that speaks of luxury and indulgence. Guests, dressed in their finest attire, mingled and converse in hushed tones. The men were in sharp, tailored suits, and the women in
"Pull the damn trigger little girl" "No... I won't" "Listen, baby, it's fine... I will always love you, even In my grave.. shoot me, save yourself" "I can't do it dad" I knew this was my past haunting me in my dream, reliving that same day in my head. I wanted to open my eyes so badly but I couldn't, i tried to my move my body, but I felt paralyzed "You killed your father Jacqueline. What kind of daughter does that?" "No, no... I didn't, it wasn't intentional" "YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR OUR DEATH!!!" "YOU ARE HEARTLESS!!!" "STOP!!" I managed to let out a scream as I sat upright on the bed, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably like a tap that's broken. "I swear I'm not heartless mom" I sobbed as I spoke to myself "Jacqueline" Lorenzo who was sleeping beside me whispered softly as he gently touched my shoulder. "What's wrong Jacqueline?" He asked with concern but I was unable to speak. I found myself soaking into the embrace of Lorenzo, his large arms wrapped
I knocked on the door to Lorenzo's office adjusting my tightly fitted blouse.."It's open" his deep voice boomed from inside the office.I gently opened the door and timidly walked inside. Avery was already in his office, she was arranging some documents on his table while Lorenzo's head was buried in some paperworks."Is there anything else you want me to do for you?" Avery spoke in a sultry manner as she placed her hand on his shoulder He shook his head."Alright, call me whenever you need me" she smiled at him before turning to leave. She gave me a dirty look as she walked past me, leaving the office."You sent for me?" I asked because it seemed like he had completely forgotten about my presence."Yes I did" he spoke in a monotone, raising his head up to meet my gaze. "I just want to inform you about an important shipment coming up on the 5th of September" he rested his back on his executive chair before he continued. " That's three weeks from now, I need you and Avery at the load
The next day,It was six in the morning, I had barely gotten any sleep the previous night. I spent the night trying to think of possible ways to clear my name, most especially before Anthony returns from Italy. I highly doubt he would be as understanding as Lorenzo.I placed my laptop on my thigh as I spoke to Sophie in a video call, she knew all about my plan to take down the Hernandez, even when I got here, I never stopped talking to her, we had our usual discussion, excluding the part of me trying to destroy them“It's been days I heard from you Jacquie, what's going on in your life?” Sophie's voice came out of the laptop with curiosity“Let's talk about you Sophie, how are you and the kids?” I avoided the question, I wasn't really ready to talk about the fact that my plan was already getting ruined before it began. “The kids and I are doing great!” She answered gleefully. “Who knew taking care of kids would be this exhausting! Even with the Nanny, I still can't keep up” She groan
“I don't know how this is going to help you prove your innocence but take it” Lorenzo handed over a disc which contained the surveillance footage of me handing over document to the sketchy guy. It's been three days since the accusations, I didn't know where to start from to prove my innocence, I was hoping I could dig something out from this footage “Thanks” I collected it from him“I hope for your sake this is all a set up as you claim it is” Lorenzo's voice tinged with skepticism “I'll be headed to the mansion” I simply told him before I left his office.I watched the video over and over again but I couldn't get anything. I angrily got up and kicked the chair I was sitting on. I groaned in frustration.“There has to be something…. Jacqueline Cattaneo, you've got to calm down, take a deep breath and look at the fucking footage one last time” I spoke to myself while picking up the chair I had kicked earlier, setting it next to the table. I sat down, rummaged my fingers through my ha
“Excuse me, can you please lend me your phone, I need to make an important call” I asked a young man who was sitting next to me at a bar. I left my phone I used in contacting Alonso at the Hernandez mansion, going back there would be suicide. “Sure” the young man politely smiled at me, handing over his phone to me.I quickly dialed Alonso's number, I had memorized his number in case I ever find myself in a critical situation.“Speak” Alonso ordered from over the phone, it took a while before he picked up the call.“Uncle, this is Jacqueline” I informed immediately, my voice low as possible, I didn't want anyone to hear my conversation.“Jacqueline, I've tried reaching you several times. I have some informations and the whereabouts of the snake tattooed guy” he spoke amiably “Thank God!” I let out a heavy sigh. “I have a situation, uncle… I just escaped from Lorenzo and they're searching for me, I don't know how long till they track me down. I need immediate help to get out of here”
“Let me out of here you scumbag!!!” I screamed at the top of my voice, banging the metallic door “Open this fucking door you asshole”“Let me out of here”“You fucking piece of shit”“Son of a bitch”“Fuck you!!!!”I rained curses at him as I kept on banging on the door.. I sat on the floor, crying when it dawned on me that I'm never get out of here“No, this can't be happening” I cried profusely. “I just wanted to clear my name and make Lorenzo believe me again” “You're hurting my ears, Jacqueline” I heard a weak male voice coming from the same room I was kept in “Who… who are you?” I quickly got up from the floor, wiping my tears. I didn't get the chance to scan the room I was kept in, I was so desperate for my freedom, continuously banging on the door as soon as Pablo and his men left. As I moved closer, I saw a male figure sitting on a chair, I couldn't see him clearly because of how dimly lit the room was.“It's me, Alex” he informed in a weak voice “Alex Hernandez?” I asked
Beep!Beep!Beep! The room will filled with the sound of monitors. We had taken Lorenzo to a private hospital. He was placed in a medically induced coma to stabilize his condition, allowing him to heal. Avery had shot him on the chest dangerously close to his heart, shattering a rib. The trauma to his chest caused severe internal bleeding and shock.I couldn't believe Lorenzo risked his life to save mine. I held his hand tightly, praying that he would wake up soon. I stared at him as memories about him came flooding through my head. I remembered the first day we met, how he saved me from the cops and treated me, all Lorenzo ever did was nothing but saving me; saving me from bad guys, saving me from the demons in my head. “Please wake up Enzo” I sniffed. My eyes were red and swollen from crying. “Jacqueline, you need to rest now” Alex entered the room his face filled with sympathy. “No, I have to be here till he wakes up… it's my fault he's in this condition” I replied still sta
Lorenzo's POV I sat in my private study, staring at the glass of whiskey in my hand, Jacqueline’s words replaying in my mind like a broken record. “Your family murdered mine.” It wasn’t true. It couldn’t be. My family’s sins were plenty, but slaughtering the Cattaneo family wasn’t one of them. I knew every dark secret, every body buried in our name. The Cattaneos weren’t part of that bloody ledger. But as much as I tried to dismiss her accusations, her voice, raw and broken, stuck with me. Still, doubt lingered like a shadow I couldn’t shake. Her pain, her anger… It felt too raw to be a lie. And yet... I knew the history of my family. I’d made it my business to know every skeleton in the Hernandezes’ closet, every bloody handprint left behind. I slammed the glass down, the sharp clink breaking the silence. Why was I even giving her words this much weight? Jacqueline was a liar, a manipulator. She’d infiltrated my family under false pretenses, tangled herself in my life with her v
The night air was cold, the kind of chill that seeped into your bones and refused to leave. My breath came out in ragged puffs as I ran deeper into the forest, my bare feet crunching against the damp leaves and twigs below. I couldn’t feel the pain anymore… not in my legs, not in my lungs. Adrenaline was my only companion, driving me forward as I clutched the stolen keys in my trembling hand. I could still hear Lorenzo’s voice echoing in my mind, that smug tone he always used when he thought he had me under control. But I was free now… or so I thought. A crack of a branch snapped behind me, freezing me in place. I whipped around, scanning the shadows. My heart pounded in my chest as fear clawed at the edges of my mind. "Jacqueline." The voice was sharp, cutting through the stillness like a blade. I recognized it instantly, and dread flooded my veins. I spun back and started running again, faster this time, but it was useless. His footsteps were closer now, relentless and unfo
“Enough is enough!!” I muttered to myself as I sat on the bed.. I looked hopeless, and I hated it. I was treated like a slave, If not even worse.. I hadn't taken a good shower in days, I was starving and that's mostly because I refused to eat whatever was served to me… but I can't keep on living like this! I am Jacqueline Cattaneo and I won't sit here and wait for my death like a turkey in its cage waiting for Thanksgiving. I had been trying to think of an escape plan but nothing… The metal door was impenetrable and bolted tightly, there was a camera at the corner, watching me… judging me.. and then the small window which could barely fit me to jump off.While on the bed, my gaze moved from blank space to the CCTV camera… the camera’s red light blinked steadily, I've been watching it for days and I just realized I'd memorized it's angle and timing, the seconds it would pan slightly off the bed, leaving just enough blind spot.“I have to get out of here… I don't care if I die trying”
The following dayThe door creaked opened, I didn't bother to look at who it was, I fixed my gaze outside the window. it was probably Lorenzo or one of his men and I didn't want to deal with them. my mind was racing, I wonder what Alonso was planning, I could think of how panicked Sophie would be since she hadn't heard from me in days and mostly I wondered how Théo was doing."Jacqueline" a familiar voice I hadn't heard in years called out in a soft tone, cutting me from my thoughts.I turned slowly toward the door, and for a moment, I thought I was hallucinating. But there he was, standing at the entrance of the room like a shadow from the past.Haze.The moment I saw him, a whirlwind of emotions hit me all at once: shock, relief, confusion. I hadn’t heard from him since the fallout. No one had. And now, after everything, here he was.“Haze…” My voice faltered, and I swallowed hard. “What are you doing here?”He stood there, his expression unreadable. "I came to finally see you, Jacq
The door creaked open, and I froze. I didn’t need to look up to know who it was. His presence was heavy, oppressive, the air itself growing colder the moment he stepped inside.I kept my gaze fixed on the small window at the far end of the room, the only source of light in this cold, suffocating prison. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing my fear. He walked in slowly, his steps measured, his presence suffocating. Lorenzo didn’t need to shout or threaten—his silence was far worse. I kept my expression blank, my chin high, even though my heart pounded against my ribs.“You’ve been silent for days,” he said, his voice calm but cutting. The sound of the door closing echoed in the room, making my skin crawl.I didn’t respond.“Still loyal to Alonso, I see.” His footsteps were deliberate, measured. I could feel him circling me, a predator toying with its prey. “Even though he hasn’t come for you. Even though he won’t.”My jaw clenched, but I refused to rise to the bait.“You’re
It had been days since Lorenzo dragged me across the ocean and locked me away in this secluded estate deep in the woods. Every hour in this prison felt heavier than the last, the oppressive silence gnawing at my sanity. I could still feel the lingering ache in my arm from his iron grip, a painful reminder of how far he was willing to go to extract the truth from me. Lorenzo’s interrogations had ceased for now, but the tension between us simmered like a storm waiting to erupt. I wasn’t naïve—I knew his silence wasn’t mercy. He was planning something, and whatever it was, I knew it wouldn’t end well for me. The simplicity of the room grated on my nerves, reminding me of how much I had lost. My life back in Australia felt like a distant dream—a life of luxury and freedom. The sprawling estates, exotic cars, multi-million-dollar businesses and the bustling casinos I owned all felt like a distant dream now. Back there, I had built a life of power and wealth—a legitimate empire that thr
The room Lorenzo had shoved me into was plain, almost insultingly so, given the luxurious lifestyle I was used to. Four bare walls, a wooden bed with a thin mattress, and a small window with a view of endless trees. It was a prison dressed as simplicity. Lorenzo had gone out of his way to strip me of any comfort, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me break.I perched on the edge of the bed, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. Outside the small window, the thick woods stretched endlessly, a maze of greenery that seemed to mock any thought of escape.I had spent hours pacing the room, cursing under my breath, replaying every wrong turn that had brought me here. The sound of heavy boots against the wooden floor outside the door pulled me from my thoughts.The door swung open, and there he was—Lorenzo, towering and dangerous, his eyes dark and filled with calculated fury. He didn’t say a word at first, just stood there, holding his phone in one hand and a cold smirk on
I didn’t see it coming.The last time I saw Lorenzo, I was certain he was dead.Revenge drove me then. The fire in my veins wouldn’t let me stop until the Matrix was in ruins, just like they had ruined my family. It didn’t matter who stood in my way. Lorenzo, Anthony, the entire organization—they were all targets. Sydney had been my sanctuary for five years, a quiet haven where I rebuilt my life far from the chaos I once knew. I built walls around myself after it all ended, both literal and figurative with the billions my father left behind—his legacy of wealth and power—I crafted a world of luxury and independence at just the age of twenty-three.The casinos he once owned became a foundation, generating consistent revenue, but I didn’t stop there. I poured my resources into high-end fashion boutiques across Australia and Europe, luxury real estates, and even a thriving art gallery in Sydney. Every venture was legitimate, every dollar clean.My life in Australia was built to forget,
Five Years Later I’d had a strange feeling all day, like a dark cloud hanging over me. My instincts screamed that something bad was coming. It wasn’t a feeling I got often, but tonight, I couldn’t shake it. It was a drizzling night, and under normal circumstances, I would be tucked away in my luxury penthouse, sipping on a glass of wine. Instead I found myself stepping into Elite Emporium, an upscale boutique grocery store known for catering to the city's wealthiest clientele. My heels clicked against the polished marble floor as I approached the counter, my basket laden with the finest wines, imported chocolates and cheese, and delicacies most people couldn't even pronounce. The cashier, a poised young woman in a sleek black uniform, flashed me a practiced, polite smile. "That will be twenty five thousand dollars", she said, her tone smooth and professional. I handed her my sleek black card with a faint smile, though my hands trembled slightly. Something felt off tonight but I p