*Valentina*
"You have to learn the names of everyone that would attend. Who likes who, who hates who." The days blurred together in a haze of unfamiliar routines and uneasy silence. Caterina, true to Maverick words, was always nearby, guilding me through each task like with a strict efficiency even my mom never had. She left no room for conversation. "Isn't that too much? Who they liked or who they hated? How am I supposed to learn that?" I asked. She gave no reply. The next day, a large book on the history of the Nevarros was lying beside me, and I had to learn about each member of the family. By the time the evening of the first event I was supposed to attend with Matteo arrived, I was well grounded on everyone in the mafia world. I was also numb. It felt easier that way. Like I was an actress playing a role, that this wasn't my life. However, standing in front of the mirror in my room, dressed in an elegant black gown that hugged my body in all the right places, I understood I could try my best to enjoy what this life offered. "You look beautiful, Mrs Nevarro." Caterina said, her voice offering no real comfort. Another part of the act that made up my life. "Thank you." I murmured, staring at my reflection. The woman in the mirror looked familiar, yet I couldn't place my hand on it. "You must remember." Caterina continued, not bothering to understand the room. "Tonight is not just about appearances. Mr Nevarro expects you to make a good impression." Everyone must know he made the right choice. Everyone who never knew who he was supposed to get married to. I nodded, the weight of her words made my chest tighten. This wasn't just for Matteo anymore. If I was to find Isabella, then I had to make that impression. "Remember, you're to stay with Mr Nevarro at all time. Do not leave his side. Keep your responses as short and intelligent as you can. Do not speak unless spoken to." Like she was repeating a script to a child. But I nodded anyway, and when she was satisfied, she led me out of the room and to the grand staircase where Matteo waited. Matteo stood in the hallway, looking more devastating than usual in a black tuxedo. With his perfectly wavy hair and clean shaven face, he would have passed for a model on his way to an award show. A tingle of awareness spread across my skin, mixed with curiosity at the black box in his hands. Small and dainty, tied with a golden bow on top. I pulled my eyes away from the box and crossed my arms. Last time I saw you was last week when you and a friend walked to his car. Every single night I wait, and you never show up. "Nice to see you too." He made a show of everything, and he did nothing. "Perfect." Matteo's gaze coasted from my hair that was done in waves to my gown, which flowed down my body. Something inscrutinable passed through his eyes for a second before it disappeared. Perfect. My dad called me his perfect daughter. And so did my mom. But not in the way Matteo said it. “Thank you." I replied, ignoring the way that single word set a thousand butterflies loose in my stomach. He didn't offer me his arms, and I didn't bother to ask for it. I followed him downstairs, and outside the estate. A beautiful black car was waiting for us outside the doors. Coupled with a few others at the back. I settled into the back seat easily, and Matteo slid in next to me, and just like that, we were enclosed in a private world of wine and Italian leather. A closed partition laid between the driver and passenger's seat, keeping our conversation private. "Relax." Matteo flicked his attention towards my shaking fingers. "Most of those old and drunk bastards won't notice you anyway." I forced a smile, though it felt more like a grimace. "But they would. Mom always told Isa...." I stopped myself. "...dad about how the men couldn't stop leering at her." "They won't leer at you." "Because Matteo told them so?" "Because they'll be dead come morning." The words rang with the confidence of someone who knew what he could do. No wonder he controlled such a vast group at a young age. He was given a god complex at such a young age. "Then we should enjoy the ride since we have nothing to worry about." A stray strand of hair chose that exact moment to slip from my updo and move around my face. Caterina must have forgotten to use hairspray. My hand froze when Matteo lifted his hand to tuck the strand of hair away behind my ear. Such a simple movement really, his touch lighter than a caress, but my nipples hardened at the soft graze of his fingers on my cheek. Sensitive. Begging for an ounce of attention. I wasn't wearing a bra. Matteo stilled. His attention on my body's reaction to his touch, and I would have been horrified if I wasn't so distracted by the ache blooming in my core. "Careful Valentina." His low warning vibrated between my legs. "Or I might show you why I don't come at night." Images of crumpled sheets and clothes scattered around assaulted my mind. I swallowed before I could reply. "I never wondered why you don't come. I'm grateful for it." A slow, lazy grin tugged at his lips. "Intelligent." He leaned back and lowered his hand at the same time he received a text on his phone. The streets of Los Angeles whizzed by, but all I could focus on was the warm, possessive weight on my thigh. Matteo's hand rested on my thigh carelessly like it was the perfect home for his touch, and not something he had planned. The sight of his strong, tanned hand did nothing to alleviate the pressure I felt in my stomach. But the longer I stared, the more I felt guilty about the whole situation. Black silk. Black suit. Cufflinks and an expensive watch that glinted in the dying rays of the sunlight. The perfect, effortless photo to lure the right person out. Before I could second guess myself, I raised my phone and snapped a pic. I snuck a pic at Matteo, whose eyes were still glued to his phone. If he noticed me taking the picture, he didn't say. Then again, he probably didn't care. I finally summoned the courage to post when the car stopped in front of our stop. Night out with my husband. With a little heart emoji by the side. I felt the heart emoji was too much, but none of the others felt right. "You ready?" Matteo asked as the driver opened the back door. I tucked my phone into my purse. Ten seconds and while my notifications were blowing up, I knew none was from the target audience. I had a party to attend. And people to impress. "I'm ready."Valentina"You look beautiful." The red-haired woman in front of me gushed. "Ravishing, really." Luciana Blythe, a woman known more for her connections than her charm, smiled at me as though I was the most important person in the hall.The thirty years old seductress was the latest wife to the sixty years old Chris Blythe, a man infamous in certain circles. He never attended these kinds of events himself. Rather, he sent whoever was newly married to him to handle whatever unpleasantness waited for him.Sometimes, the wives were able to leave. Sometimes, they weren't.I forced a smile, matching her enthusiasm. "Thank you, ma'am." I added a small, practised giggle. "But you're too kind. You look like an angel yourself."If Caterina was here, she'd have given me a thumbs up for the performance.It didn't take her a minute to find someone more important than me in the grand scheme of things, and she shuttled away.I let out a sigh of relief. "And some say you wouldn't be able to do this
Valentina"Is she the one?" Surprise crossed his face when he saw me."Hey! Did you wow him...." His sentence was cut off when I closed the distance and wrapped my hand around his arm. I had learned to read subtle cues in his body language, and tonight, he was on high alert.I didn't need him for anything else than to provide a front for which I would find my sister. He had no right to cheat on me so easily."Valentina, meet Sophia," Maverick said, his voice taking a softer tone that I rarely heard. "My half sister."She looked nothing like him. Her raven black hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, framing a pale face with sharp, striking features. Sophia’s eyes met mine, and for a split second, I saw something flicker in them. Recognition, maybe. But it was gone as quickly as it came."It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Valentina," Sophia said, her voice smooth as velvet. "Maverick has told me so much about you. And so did your sister."I kept my features plain to hide the
Valentina"This life," Caterina started, her voice clipped with precision. "is not for the faint of heart. As the wife of Matteo Nevarro, your every move will be watched, scrutinized. You must be strong and calculating."I sat in the grand, dimly lit library, my back straight, my hands folded neatly in my lap. Caterina sat across from me, speaking in a measured tone.She knew what happened yesternight, and she didn't approve of any.She didn't approve of my discussion with Luciana.I nodded. "What if I don't want to be cold and calculating?" I asked, my mind not even close to present.Caterina had been relentless, arriving at the stroke of dawn, then proceeding to cover everything from the proper way to address certain men to the subtleties of surviving this harsh world I found myself in.Where were those lessons when I needed to talk to Sophia, Matteo's sister."Then you should consider the next possible option. Divorce."The silence between us stretched, the only sound in the room
“Teach me then. Teach me how to defend myself.”There was nothing hotter than my grey eyed wife, standing before me while asking for things like she had nothing to lose.I couldn't help but chuckle.I had spent the night staring at the little Instagram post she made yesternight from our ride to the party.My hand on her bare thigh, the black gown complementing my black suit.Some photos were meant for aesthetic purposes. I knew the reason what that one meant.But just one word kept replaying in my mind.Mine.I let out a low chuckle. "You think you can just demand for something, and I would simply hand it to you on a silver platter?" A part of me admired her boldness, her refusal to cower for her mother, and in the face of the storm that was our marriage.But another part of me knew better.Her jaw tightened, and she took a step closer. "I'm not asking you to hand me anything, Matteo. I'm asking you to teach me how to protect myself," She said. "Everyone talks about how being the wif
Valentina"Let me go then. I'm never going to be Isabella."My eyes narrowed. My breaths had finally evened out, and I could feel the hot flush in my cheeks."Let me go. End this misery for both of us."He allowed a soft laugh to slip free.My anger came and went like flashes of lightning. One minute, it was there, and the next, I was just tired of it all.He didn't break his gaze as he stepped closer. "Then I wouldn't find you at home waiting for me in my room."The way he looked at me was something I had always wished to have. A look of longing, desire."I thought you didn't want that." I whispered, my body practically electrified from nerves.He rolled his eyes. "Don't assume what I want, Mrs Nevarro." He replied, his voice placid. Disinterested.Just one touch. One touch from him, and the room would ignite."Noted." I curled my fingers around the hem of my shorts as tightly as I could to stop the embarrassment flushing through me.It had taken a lot from me to walk to his wing and
“Where would I even go?” The rain poured down relentlessly, drenching me as I stepped outside the estate gates, but I didn’t care.I was getting away from Matteo, from his estate, from Caterina and all her rules.Each drop of the rain pelted my skin like tiny needles, a reminder that the world would never be fair to me, no matter what.“At this point, I can hardly think.” I muttered to myself as I stepped onto the gravel path, the darkness pressing in around me.I walked faster, driven by a need to escape the weight of it all. “Don't let me find you in my wing without being called again, or you’ll discover there are limits to my kindness.” Matteo’s cold words echoed in my mind, his commanding presence looming over everything like a storm swirling above me.I knew this path was unfamiliar, and I didn’t care. I just needed to be far from him as best as I could. The further I went, the more the estate disappeared behind the trees, and soon I realized I had where I was anymore.But I di
Valentina."Planning a party isn't the hardest thing in the world," Caterina's voice was the only sound I could hear in this library. It was steady, almost clinical, as she rattled off the list of responsibilities that now fell on my shoulders. "I'm pretty sure you watched your mom do it."It had been two weeks. Two weeks since I almost left the estate for good.Two weeks since I saw someone who had something to say about my sister.Two weeks since Matteo came after me in the pouring rain, stopping me from walking away. Two weeks since that kiss.I still couldn't stop thinking about it. How his lips had been soft yet commanding, claiming me with a force that left me breathless.It was the first real sign of emotion he'd shown toward me since I had been dragged into his world. His cold, dominating exterior had cracked for just a moment, and I had seen something raw underneath. Desire, yes - but something more.Something darker. Unresolved."....and the guest list will have to be finali
Valentina"Valentina, I said I'm alright." Matteo groaned for the umpteenth time that morning.The hours after finding Matteo bruised and bloodied passed in a blur. Despite his insistence that it was "nothing," his wounds told me a different story.I'd stayed up all night watching over him, tending to his injuries as best as I could, all while he stubbornly refused to explain how he ended up in this state.Was this what I had to contend with with too? As the first light of dawn filtered through the heavy curtains of my bedroom, l lay awake beside him, my mind racing.His apology - if one can even call it that - still echoed in my ears. It was the first time he had shown me any real vulnerability, and I didn't know what to make of it.Matteo Nevarro, the ruthless mafia Don who had an entire empire under his fingers, was sorry. Sorry for what?For getting married to me despite the fact that he was in love with my sister? For keeping me at arm's length? For not helping me find my sister