Two weeks have passed since the night I tried to talk to Lorenzo at the warehouse. Lorenzo had been cold and distant towards me, he did whatever he could to avoid my presence or avoid having a conversation with me. I became more active in the family's operations, hoping to distract myself because the sudden change of Lorenzo's attitude towards me was killing me. It was evening time, I was sorting through some documents in Lorenzo's office.. What if Lorenzo doesn't have feelings for me? Why would he let Alex's word get deep into him? What if all the times we spent together meant nothing to him? I was drowning in the what ifs while sorting the documentsSuddenly the door swung open and Lorenzo walked in, distracting me from my thoughts. He didn't even bother to acknowledge my presence, he barely glanced at me before heading to his desk “I'm sick and tired of this Enzo!” I voiced out as I turned to him, breaking the silence between us. Lorenzo was already busy going through some docume
It was around 9 pm when I arrived back at the Hernandez mansion, I was still thinking of what Alexa could possibly be doing with Warren and how to get to Lorenzo, despite Cheyenne's word, I didn't want to give up just yet. Lorenzo told me he would never agree to be engaged with her, I'm still holding on to his word.I walked into the living room, surprised to see Alma standing in a shadowy corner, having a deep conversation with a man who was dressed in a black hoodie, his face was barely out. Alma seemed tense, her voice was very low that I couldn't hear what she was sayingThe sketchy man handed something small and discreet to Alma, she took it and quickly slipped it into her pocket. I was about to draw their attention when Alma noticed my presence, her eyes widened and she immediately stepped away from the man.“Jacqueline, you’re back,” she said, her voice forcedly cheerful, but there was an edge to it, a nervousness she couldn’t completely hide. “How long have you been standing t
I remained in the kitchen, thinking of ways I could still get Lorenzo, before my Uncle's ultimatum, when I heard a creaking sound coming out from the living room, I quietly walked towards the living with a clenched fist ready to pounce on whatever danger that was waiting for me.“Who's there?” The shadowy figure stopped moving the moment it heard my voice, I quickly located the switch and turned on the light. “Geez purple head!” I rolled my eyes “why are you sneaking back into your father's house?” “Because that psycho will kill me if he finds out I was out late again” she walked past me “I'm heading to bed, I'm tired”“Hold it right there little sneak” I folded my arms as I moved towards her “What is it?” She stopped her tracks and turned to me“Where have you been? You don't usually stay out till 3am” I squinted my eyes at her“Oh stop it Jacqueline” she shrugged “I was busy, I had some errands at the warehouse”“Errands? Anthony would be completely fine if you had errands, that
I wanted to leave the warehouse so badly, I was sick and tired of seeing Cheyenne walking hand in hand with Lorenzo. I didn't bother to join in when Anthony gave his twenty minute speech before announcing the engagement between Cheyenne and Lorenzo.I reluctantly walked to Lorenzo's office. I had to drop in some documents for him. I knocked on the door desperately hoping he wouldn't answer, I didn't want to see him or start a conversation with him, but unfortunately he answered from inside “It's open”I gently pushed the door open and walked inside his office avoiding eye contact with him. “These are the documents you requested for, Raphael would hand over the rest to you when he's done gathering informations” I spoke in a professional manner as I set down the documents on his desk “Okay” he answered, I could feel his gaze lingering on me as I arranged the documents. “Tell Raphael I also need current information on Adrianna, she's been off the police force for a while now” “Got it
“Ma chérie” I heard my mother's voice, soft and delicate, calling out to me.“mom? Is that you?” I spoke in a low voice, I couldn't see anything, everything was pitch black, I didn't know if I was still asleep or awake. I wasn't sure if this was a dream or another one of my hallucinations.“Mon petit cœur, mon bijou, ma belle, ma princesse, mon trésor” I felt her soft yet trembling hands cupping my face.“Mom” I sniffed, I missed her so much. She often called me with these terms of endearment when I was kid. Mon petit cœur meaning my little heart, Mon bijou meaning my jewel, Ma belle meaning my beautiful one, Ma princesse meaning my princess and Mon trésor meaning my treasure. My mum knew how to make me feel special.“I miss you so much mon amour” her voice was shaky as she spoke, “your father misses you too and so does your sibling, why did you have to let us die Jacqueline? Why did you pull the trigger?” She asked in a calm voice filled with so much pain“It was a mistake mum” I fe
The engagement party was killing me. Watching Lorenzo getting on his knees and putting a proposal ring on Cheyenne's finger made me upset. I was about to blow up when they started kissing. I told myself several times I didn't care about them but this party proved me wrong.. if I didn't care, I wouldn't be getting affected at the sight of them. “And…I… am… leaving!” I spoke to myself, counting my words.“Jacqueline!” I heard Cheyenne's voice calling out to me as I turned to leave. I wanted to ignore her and keep on walking but I didn't want to cause a drama.I turned to her, surprised to see Lorenzo standing beside her, his arm wrapped around hers.“The party is just getting started, don't leave yet” Cheyenne's voice had a hint of mockery to it.I looked at Lorenzo who said nothing then moved my gaze back to Cheyenne “I have somewhere important to go” I responded nonchalantly“I didn't think you'd come” Lorenzo spoke, his voice low “Why not?” I looked at him, my anger slowly rising “
My eyes fluttered open, the surrounding was a blur of indistinct shapes and colours. My head throbbed with a dull, persistent pain, as if a heavy weight was pressing down on my skull.“Oh thank goodness, she's awake” I heard a faint voice echoing.I blinked several times, trying to make sense of my surroundings. I was lying on a soft plush couch, my body aching as if I'd been thrown down mercilessly.“Jacqueline… Jacqueline!!!!” The voice called out several times, trying to make me conscious. “Go get some aspirin and a glass of water for her.. Hurry!!” The voice became clearer to me now, it was Alexa's.I reached up to touch the back of my head as I struggled to sit upright on the couch. I hissed through clenched teeth as the pain on my head flared, sharp and immediate.“Easy there” Haze rushed to sit beside me, giving me support“What the hell happened?” I groaned in pain “I'm sorry for hitting your head” Alexa apologized in a soft voice “but you can't blame me… I knew someone was f
Few days later….“HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE!?” Anthony screamed at the top of his lungs, the veins on his neck were popping out.“I… I don't know” Dante answered cowardly.Anthony had just received reports that all his illegal goods; hard drugs, weapons and ammunition included were hijacked by unknown people resulting in a huge loss of hundreds of millions of dollars. Dante, Raymond, Raphael, Alex, Lorenzo, Cheyenne and I were in Anthony's office.“They can't just intercept our goods and leave no fucking trail behind” I spoke out “we need to dig deep on this, it could be a rival gang or a someone in this very crime family”“Jacqueline is right” Anthony got up from his seat “who would've known of the exact sea route we'd take and hijack all our goods except from a fucking mole?” “Who was in charge of the shipment?” Lorenzo spoke calmly from where he was seated beside Cheyenne.“Alexa and Carlos” Raphael answered “but that's not a solid prove that they're the mole” he added “You can never
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