Valentina"Help me get her out, and I'll do anything you want."I held onto Matteo's arm, the smile on my face real, as the cold wind sliced through my resolve as we stood in the middle of the estate grounds.His eyes bore into mine, searching for something he already had.Trust.He was the only one I could trust at this point."Help me get her out, and I'll do anything you want." I repeated the words in my mind, over and over, like a mantra I needed to believe in.What could I give Matteo in return that he couldn't get by himself?He got me, once Isabella was out of the picture.But Matteo wasn't a man who made promises out of the goodness of his heart. He was calculating, always weighing the benefits.I released my grip on his arm slowly, unsure of how much I should push. "What do you want from me, Matteo? Truly. If I agree to this, to help you find my sister for me, what will it cost me?"His eyes flickered with something unreadable before his mask slipped back into place. "You'll
MatteoI had no idea how they kept finding their way into the estate without anyone ever catching them."Help me get her out, and I'll do anything you want."Valentina's words from earlier still rang in my brain. She was at her breaking point now, and I could feel the weight of it pressing down on both of us.My wife was willing to bargain everything for her sister.A woman I was supposed to save the moment she went missing.Ethan’s apartment complex was our next stop, a necessary step to get Valentina away from the estate.Too many fucking times had someone slipped into the estate without my knowledge, and it infuriated me that it kept putting Valentina at risk.She was a weakness I couldn't let the others figure out.I spared a glance at her for a moment, my heart clenching at the familiar blond locks I loved to play with or just hold tight when we were in bed. Her grey eyes were closed, and her chest rose up and down softly.She was asleep.Valentina didn't know what she would walk
Matteo"You have some explanations to do."I had never expected to be back at the Nevarro Estate for any reason for a very long time.Or until I received news that Pedro Nevarro was dead.The sun was barely visible when I left the safe house, casting long shadows across the gravel driveway as I pulled up in front of the massive mansion. The place I grew up in, the place where my father dug his claws into Valentina...Even remembering those moments and words was enough to make me see red."Isabella was still the better choice."I stepped out of the car, the weight of what was to come heavy on my shoulders. My father's presence, his whore of a wife's aggravating smile, along with the rest of the family, awaited me. Since I was never one to back down from a challenge, it took me a while to notice that after everything that had happened, it felt like I was stepping into the Lion’s den.Marrying Valentina instead of Isabella was never in their plans. Isabella was my betrothed - the one fa
Valentina."Russos don't cook. We have enough servants for that." Mom's voice filtered through my shields and stood at the forefront of my brain.The savoury smell of fresh garlic and onion greeted me as I stepped into the kitchen. The sound of sizzling pans filled the space, and I paused, watching the woman at the stove, stirring something with practised ease.I'd come down for some air, maybe a cup of water, but seeing her there made me pause.Ethan's wife.She glanced up, her soft green eyes meeting mine, and offered me a warm smile. "Look who finally came down. Valentina, right?"I nodded, stepping further into the kitchen. "That's me.""Would you like some wine?" Valerie asked, motioning to the open bottle of red on the counter. "I'm just making dinner, but it always helps me when I cook."I hesitated. “I didn’t mean to intrude…”"Oh, you're not intruding at all. Ethan's not home yet, and I love company while I cook." She gestured around the kitchen. "Except little baby Ryan. Ple
Valentina."Handle him losing the Mafia Don title because he got married to you."The silence that followed Ethan's words was deafening.My heart pounded in my chest, and I stared at Matteo, waiting for him to deny it, to say something - anything - that would make it all make sense.Matteo's eyes were locked onto mine, but there was no panic, no surprise - just that cold, calculating look he always had when he was trying to be in control.None of his warmth.My stomach churned."Is that true?" I whispered the question, scared of what I might hear.Matteo remained silent, his jaw clenched. Ethan, on the other hand, shifted uncomfortably, glancing between us as if regretting his words, but the damage had already begun.I could feel the ground beneath me crumbling, the walls of whatever fragile trust Matteo and I had built starting to collapse.He didn't even deem me fit enough to know the events that happened in his life."Why can't you talk to me?" I demanded, my voice rising now. "Why
Matteo"Valentina!!" I shouted again, my voice rough as I pushed through the thick underbrush of the woods.How on earth had a woman with such dainty legs run this far?My heart pounded in my chest, the fury mixed with a growing sense of dread. She just had to pull an "Isabella" and ran away when something didn't work her way.Reckless.Foolish.And someone just walked away from her the moment my eyes landed on her frame.She stood at the edge of a small clearing. The moonlight casted a pale glow over her face. Her arms are crossed, her back turned to me, as if she was purposely trying to distance herself from everything.And that included me.But I wasn't going to have that."Valentina!!"I stomped forward, the crunching sound of the fallen leaves and twigs as my boots made contact was satisfying. She didn't even flinch when I came to a stop behind her, my hands clenched into fists at my sides."You do not run off like that!!" I snapped, the anger spilling over before I could even th
Matteo."I'm back."The sound of Valentina's voice followed by the door shutting with a heavy thud, the sound echoing through the small safe house was enough to calm my nerves.From my quiet spot in the kitchen, I watched Ethan and Valerie exchange a quick glance before they left, locking the door behind them.Fuck.I knew their plan.Leaving Valentina and me alone, space to talk about our issues.I ran a hand through my hair as I stared at the empty space they left behind. Valentina stood close to the window, her back to me, her arms wrapped around herself like a shield.It took her less than an hour to return after I sent Jackson to retrieve her himself.The silence between us was unbearable, thick with the weight of everything unsaid.I wasn't sure what to do, what to say. I had never been good with apologies, and the idea of laying myself bare to her.... it terrified me in ways I couldn't explain.But I had run out of options.I couldn't keep pushing her away. I couldn't keep pret
Valentina"Good morning, everyone." Matteo said the moment he walked into the sitting room.At nine in the morning.My fingers traced the rim of my coffee cup, the sight of Matteo warming me up more than it ever did. Ethan satvacross from me, flipping through pages of some document, his sharp eyes occasionally flicking toward me, then Matteo."Look who the cat dragged out of bed." Ethan clicked his tongue at Matteo in a teasing wayValerie sat next to him, arks folded across her chest, as she tried to keep herself from laughing."What can I say? I had a nice night."My cheeks flamed up from the suggestion in his words, which Ethan and Valerie had caught on before.Oh, help me."We can tell." Valerie teased. "But we need to get back to business.""We need to start putting the pieces together. We can't just wait around for answers. What do we know so far?" She continued, her voice cutting through the silence like a knife.I sneaked a glance at Matteo, who was staring at me already. His
ValentinaThe cell was cold.Damp.The stench of mold and rusted metal was thick in the air, making it hard to breathe.I could barely see Isabella in the corner, her figure slumped against the wall. The darkness swallowed everything whole, but I could hear her ragged breathing. Each exhale was a painful reminder of what he had done to her, and what be continued doingEvery day, they took her. And every day, she came back worse.Broken.I was next. I knew it, deep in my bones, but that want enough to stop the fear, the bone deep terror of what awaited me.The door screeched open again, the sound grating on my nerves. My heart jumped in my chest.No. Not again.I scrambled to my feet, my legs shaky, but I forced myself to stand between the door and Isabella. I had to protect her. I had to do something.The light from the hallway spilled into the cell, casting long shadows as Luca's men stepped inside. Panic clawed at my throat as one of them grabbed Isabella by the arm, dragging her li
Valentina."You were never meant to be anything more than a replacement, Valentina. It was always about Isabella."My legs felt weak.If Isabella wasn't staring at me, I was not sure I wouldn't have fallen to the floor or ran after him after he walked away.No.No, no, no.For months, I had tried to convince myself that Matteo only saw me as the replacement for Isabella. I tried to stop myself from falling for the one man I shouldn't have.I gasped, trying to suck in a breath, but the air felt like it was choking me. The warehouse lights flickered dimly overhead, casting eerie shadows across the cold concrete floor.The walls, they were closing in, suffocating me.How could he? How could he have used me like this? My throat tightened as the reality of it hit me like a sledgehammer.Everything.. every touch, every kiss, every word whispered. It had been all a game to him.I was nothing but a plaything."Look at you," Luca’s voice slithered through the silence, snapping me out of my tho
Matteo."If Valentina means that much to you, you would do it."After today, Valentina would want nothing to do with me.The cold concrete floor of the warehouse echoed with the sound of Luca’s footsteps as he paced in front of us.His lips were curled into the same cruel smile like that day years back, his eyes gleaming with triumph.I stood there, my fists clenched, barely keeping my rage in check. Valentina and Isabella were still on the floor, men surrounding them.My heart clenched whenever I caught Valentina’s eyes... full of defiance."Look at you, Matteo," Luca sneered, stopping in front of me. "The almighty Don, brought to his knees. Oh, how the mighty fall."I ground my teeth, resisting the urge to lunge at him. "You have no idea what you're doing, Luca. Stop this."Luca threw his head back and laughed, a deep guttural sound. "Oh, I think I know exactly what I'm doing. For years, I've watched you pretend to be the better son, the heir to everything my father built. But you n
Valentina.The wind whipped through my hair as we sped down the empty road, the tires of Isabella’s car humming against the quiet pavement.It was quiet.Too quiet.I gripped the door handle tighter as the tension in my chest continued to build every past second. The conversation with mom still echoed in my mind, her cold eyes, the way she dismissed us like we didn't even matter.Isabella’s eyes flicked to the rearviee mirror, and I saw her jaw clench, the same way it had when we were leaving the Russo's mansion.The place we had called home for years."Do you think she was lying?" I asked, finding my voice after so many hours."Does it matter?" Isabella’s voice was cold, her fingers tight on the steering wheel. "She's never going to tell us the truth."I didn't have the energy to argue with her.Maybe she was tired.As we neared the highway, Isabella glanced over at me. “We’ll lay low at the safe house for a few days. I’ve already arranged everything.”"Can't I call Matteo now?"Her
Valentina."It's now or never."I had no idea where my mother was residing, but Isabella definitely thought she was still in our old mansion because she drove us there in a secret car from her secret apartment garage.There was so much I did not know about my sister.Isabella had remained quiet beside me during the drive, the occasional clench of her jaw or a glance toward me was the only sign that she was equally tensed.We weren't taking an easy task.Our mother, Gloria Russo, was no simple woman. She had always been the master manipulator, weaving stories and controlling our lives. Plus, I knew she was still mad because I never helped her with Giovanni and our father's case.But I hoped that beneath the icy exterior, there might be some plausible explanation for why she did what she did.Something to help me see my mother as something more than a monster.Isabella pulled the car to a stop in front of the Russo mansion, the massive iron gates opening slowly as we were waved inside.
Matteo.*I'm sorry. I had to save Isabella myself.*Those words were the only thing written in the note she left on the pillow for me.The walls of the safe house felt like they were closing in, suffocating me with their silence.I paced back and forth across the worn wooden floor, my fists clenched at my sides at frustration built up inside me.Valentina wasn't here.She hadn't been here for three days now.And every minute that passed without me knowing where she was felt like a slow descent into madness.Where the hell was she?"Where is she?" I growled for what felt like the hundredth time, directing the question at Ethan, who stood by the window, staring into the night.His expression was neutral, which only infuriated me more.How could he be so calm when Valentina was missing?"I don't know." He said quietly, his tone far too causal for my liking."Fuck." I ran a hand through my hair, tugging at the strands as if the pain would somehow clear the chaos in my mind. "I had no idea
Valentina."Run, Valentina. Run."The wind howled through the cracked window, sending a faint whistle into the dilapidated apartment as Isabella guided me inside.Dust clung to the air, illuminated by the dim moonlight streaming in through the shattered blinds. My steps echoed off the wooden floor, every creak a reminder of how far we'd come.The miles we'd ran with Isabella leading the way while I ran after her blindly."This... yours?" I whispered, fear of Luca creeping in clear every time I closed my eyes as I took in the remnants of a life long abandoned.The place smelled of mildew and neglect, yet beneath the decay, there was something almost... familiar.Isabella nodded, her face shadowed in the dim light. "Before everything that happened, yes." Her voice was brittle, like she was confessing a long buried secret. "I used to come here when everything was too much. To think. It was my.... escape."I turned, taking in the peeling wallpaper, the broken furniture, and the empty wall
Valentina."I belong here, Valentina."The cold air bit into my skin as two men dragged me through the dimly lit hallway, my arms bound behind my back.The echoes of their footsteps bounced off the concrete walls, a steady, ominous rhythm that sent chills down my spine.I tried not to think about what had just happened, about the words that had left Isabella’s lips, but they replayed in my head like a broken record."I belong here, Valentina. I belong with Luca."No. She didn’t mean it. She couldn’t have.My sister was brainwashed. That had to be it. Luca had done something to her, twisted her mind, poisoned her against me. There was no way she had chosen this life, chosen him.She had loved Matteo. I knew she had. We'd talked about it, whispered her fears and hopes late into the night when we were younger. She had dreamed of eloping with him, finding freedom together.Childish dreams.But her dreams.That wasn’t the same woman who had stood before me.Luca's men said nothing as they
Valentina."I love Isabella, Valentina. And she chose me. Not Matteo. Not you. Me."I didn’t believe him.She chose me. Not Matteo. Not you. Me.Luca's words cut deep, sharp as any blade, but I refused to let them sink in. He stood there, his green eyes gleaming with that dark, dangerous confidence, expecting me to break under the weight of his revelations.But I wasn’t going to break.Not for him."No," the word came out as a whisper, the cold air making it feel like a vice around my throat as I shook my head. "You're lying."Isabella would never chose him.Luca's smirk faltered, just for a second, before returning in full force. He circled me like a predator stalking its prey, but I didn't flinch.Not this time."You think I'm lying?" He taunted, his voice smooth like velvet. "You think Isabella would choose Matteo? You think she loved Matteo?"I didn't think. I knew it.And that slight slip earlier confirmed it.My heart pounded so forcefully in my chest that I was scared it was ab