As the car moved down the glided streets, Sophia kept up a steady stream of chatter about the latest fashion trends and some scandalous gossip she had about others in the mafia group.Different from the woman I met some many weeks back.I nodded along to whatever she said, though I didn't really care about them.Who wanted to bang his mistress with his wife in the other room shouldn't be on my mind."....and then, there was that time, Isabella tried to switch places with me so she could listen more to the conversation...."Sophia’s words cut through my thoughts, and I froze."What?" I turned to her, twisting my fingers together.Sophia waved her hand dismissively, laughing lightly. "Oh, you know, one of those wild events. We could have sworn the minister smelled of sex but his wife had been with us the whole time. She wanted to listen to their conversation..... I don't remember all the details."I forced a calm smile, though my chest tightened just a little bit more.Isabella never me
MatteoThe clink of our glasses echoed through the dimly lit room as I stared out at the view of the city skyline.Quite crazy how it took me less than two hours to leave my house and meet up with Ethan.A retreat. An escape from everything that had spiralled out of control. One day turned to two, two days turned to three, and now I've been away from the estate for four days.I hadn't meant to leave things this long.Hell, I had no idea why I was still here, sitting in a bar in another state, avoiding my wife.My wife.The woman I swore to protect, yet I couldn't face her.I hadn't told her the truth."You look ridiculous, you know that?" Ethan’s voice broke through the haze of my thoughts, annoying as always with his half amused, half exasperated tone. "Matteo Nevarro, hiding out like a scared boy because he can't face his wife."I scowled, nursing my drink without looking at him.Ethan was a parasite, cutting through my defense and getting under my skin. He was still my best friend,
Valentina“You owe me the truth, Matteo,” I said softly, my voice breaking slightly. “Why did you do this to me?”The moment Matteo walked out of the room, leaving my question unanswered, the weight of everything crashed down on me like a tidal wave.I stood there, staring at the door he'd closed behind him, my body frozen in place.My hands shook with a mixture of anger and disbelief.How could he just leave? Without saying anything?After everything I'd learned, after everything I'd asked, how could he just walk away like that?I paced back and forth, the tension building in my chest like a coiled spring. The more I thought about it, the more furious I became. I had sacrificed so much for this life... a life I never chose.And now?Matteo couldn't even give me a simple answer.Why had he done what he did. He never needed me.Grabbing the nearest bottle of wine from the mini shelf in the room, I didn't even bother with a glass. I just needed something to dull the storm raging inside
MatteoTwo days.The room was eerily quiet, except for the steady beer of the heart monitor, reminding me that she was still here - alive, but barely.I sat beside her, watching every shallow rise and fall of her chest, waiting, hoping for her to open those eyes.Let those grey eyes glare at me.For days, I hadn't left her side.Jackson and his men manned the estate, checking every nook and cranny until they found one of the guys who almost took her."Hold him in the waiting cell till she wakes up," I told Jackson the moment the message was relayed to me. "If anything happens to her, he's going to wish for a quick death."Jackson nodded. "We're really sorry. I'm... sorry for messing up."I nodded absentmindedly. It was hardly his fault since he wasn't on shift at that hour.Valentina had never been known for staying away from places that did not concern her.Now, two days had passed, and she still lay on the bed. I couldn't leave her side.Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw were t
Valentina"Matteo...."Everything hurt.That was the first thing I noticed when I woke up.The second thing I noticed was the weight. Heavy, like a blanket pressing down on me.My body felt sluggish, and my limbs weighed down my invisible chains. It took a moment to realize that the weight wasn't just physical.It was emotional. Painful, sharp memories flooding back in fragments.The attack. The losing consciousness. Darkness.But above all, Matteo's voice.I heard him every time he talked to me.Frantic. Trembling. Reaching out to me through the haze of my pain.I remembered the sound of it, but not the words, yet it had being enough yo pull me out of the blackness, anchoring me in the here and now.I forced my eyes open, the harsh sounds of the machines I was still plugged to were the first things I noticed.My chest ached, my ribs protesting even the smallest movement, and I struggled to get a full breath in.Still....I was alive.Matteo's hand was the first thing I saw, wrapped g
Valentina*The night of the attack*I tried my best not to breathe.Each shallow inhale made my ribs scream in protest, but I couldn't afford to be caught.Not now.My mind was reeling, heart hammering in my chest as I pressed myself against the stone wall, my sense of touch the only thing keeping me going. The shadows were my only protection.I gripped the rough surface, fingers digging into the stone to steady myself.The man was close. Too close.He had tried to get me to go with him, smuggle me out of the estate, under the cover of night, promising false safety.But everything about his words was wrong, from the cold gleam in his eyes to the way his hands had lingered too long when he grabbed me.Desperation to find Isabella had led me to this mess."Come now," He had whispered harshly, pulling me down the hall, his grip like iron around my wrist. "If you make a sound..."The hidden threat wasn't lost to me. Not when he pressed the side of his waist that held his gun to my back.I
Valentina.Matteo made me go to therapy. Or rather, he brought the therapist to the estate and made sure I was okay with it.Therapy helped.The sound of the gun, me hitting that tree multiple times, the man.... I was able to keep it at the back of my mind for the meantime."What do you think about another date?" He asked the moment he walked into the room, smelling like the new oud scent I had gotten him.I paused, stirring the tea in my cup. His question hung in the air, and I wasn't sure how to respond.A date?It's been over a month since we went on our last date.And it hadn't been a traditional date in any sense."A date?" I repeated, more to fill the silence than because I didn't understand him. I looked up to meet Matteo's dark eyes and intense gaze, the kind that made me feel like he could see every thought I had."Yes," He said, leaning back in his chair, his eyes scanning me in that familiar, possessive way. "It's important."That gave me pause.None of our other dates had
Valentina."Isabella was still the better choice."Matteo's body stiffened beside me. His fists clenched at his sides, his jaw hardened, and I could feel the tension rolling off him in waves.I understood why he hadn't told me about his father in the first place.It wasn't because he wanted to keep me away from him.He wanted to keep him away from me.Matteo's eyes darkened, his usually calm and impassive exterior slipping away as his father's words cut into him, into us.If word got out that his father didn't accept me....The room felt suffocating, every second stretching out painfully as I waited for Matteo to tell us to leave.When he finally spoke, each word was like a shard of ice."Isabella might have been the right choice for you..." Matteo started. "But she was never the right choice for me. And you know it."Pedro's cold smile didn't waver. "In terms of politics and compatibility, Isabella was the right choice. You would have learnt to love her."Matteo stepped forward, putt
Valentina.Matteo woke up twelve hours after his surgery. I was there, standing in the corner of the room, shrouded in the shadows cast by the dim hospital lighting. I'd stayed long after the others had been ushered out... Valerie, Lorenzo, Ethan... all of them trying to coax me into taking a moment to rest, to eat, to breathe.But I couldn't leave him.When his eyes finally fluttered open, confusion clouded his expression. Those beautiful eyes wandered, tracing the IV in his arm, the bandages around his neck, and the faint rhythm of the heart monitor beside him.He looked so lost.I wanted to rush at him, to grab his hand, to tell him he was safe. But my feet felt like lead, my chest tightening with an ache that I didn't know how to express.So I stayed where I was, watching him from afar. The staff couldn't believe I was the same woman who had almost thrown herself on his bed so I would be wheeled in with him.Matteo murmured something... a weak, hoarse sound I couldn't make out..
Valentina."Matteo!" The scream ripped from my throat, raw and primal, echoing off the walls. My hands trembled as I pressed them harder against the gaping wound on his neck. Blood seeped between my fingers, warm and sticky, staining my skin and my soul."No, no, no," I choked out, my voice cracking as I leaned over him. "Matteo, stay with me. Please, stay with me."His face was getting paler with every second that passed, his chest rising and falling in those shallow, uneven rhythms.I pressed harder against the wound, ignoring the way my hands shook, ignoring the tears streaming down my face. "You're not leaving me," I whispered fiercely. "Do you hear me? You're not allowed to leave me!""Somebody, help!"Anybody.Isabella stood near the edge of the room, arms crossed and face unreadable. Her lips twisted into that maddening, faint smirk as Luca’s... there had to be his... men darted around her, their boots pounding against the floor.The moment the faint wail of sirens broke thro
Valentina.The silence after a gunshot could be deafening, a void that swallows everything. No one ever talked about how it felt to pull the trigger that took a life, even if said life had been dead long before you pulled that trigger.I stood there, my arms hanging limp by the sides, the gun slipping from my hand to clatter on the blood-streaked floor. My chest heaved with shallow breaths as I stared at her... our mother, slumped and motionless.So quiet in the face of death.Her lifeless eyes stared back at me, now glassy and unseeing. Blood pooled around her head, soaking into the floor, a dark halo of guilt I'd painted myself."No," I whispered, the word tasting foreign and hollow.My knees buckled, but I didn't fall. My body was rooted, trapped in this moment, as if time itself refused to let me leave.What had I done? From the corner of my vision, Isabella shifted. Her face fixed with a mask of indifference, though her lips were curling ever so slightly into a smirk that sent
Matteo.The metallic tang of blood filled my nostrils, sharp and suffocating. Luca's knee drove deeper into my chest, pinning me to the blood-slick floor. The knife in his hand pressed harder against my throat, its edge biting into flesh with a cold, merciless precision.Warmth spread across my neck, the metallic smell sharp in the air. I gasped, the air a fleeting luxury as my body thrashed instinctively beneath his weight."Look at you," Luca sneered, his voice low, dripping with venom. "The great Matteo Nevarro reduced to this. Pathetic." His face hovered just above mine, his grin unhinged, his green eyes alight with triumph. My vision blurred, edges darkening as the oxygen slipped away. My hands clawed at his wrists, my fingers trembling with desperation, but his grip remained unyielding.The lunatic was truly going to kill me.Then, as the world began to darken, her face appeared. Valentina. Her laughter, light and rare, the way her lips curled despite the weight of her own
Matteo."I'll kill you with my own hands, Luca."My breath came in sharp, controlled bursts as I squared off with Luca. His men surrounded us, their guns trained on me, and Lorenzo’s men who had survived the chaos outside. The air in the room was electric, thick with tension, and the metallic tang of blood."I should have known," I continued before he said anything again, keeping my voice low yet steady. "I should've known you'd never stop until you destroyed everything."Luca had always wanted what wasn't meant for him. Even from a younger age, when he had come to live with my father and I, alongside his mother and sister, he had wanted everything I had.Every toy.Every achievement.He simply wanted to have it all. And every single time he got it then he destroyed it afterwards. He burnt the toys, he tore the certificates, he told the lesson teachers to leave or he'll scar them."Destroyed?" Luca echoed, a laugh bursting from him, dark and sharp. "You're standing in front of the onl
Matteo."I hate you. Do you hear me? I HATE YOU."My hands had lingered on the cold steel of the door handle when she screamed those words, the echo of the lock sliding into place still ringing in my ears.It wasn't a decision I had taken lightly.Locking Valentina up in a room with her psycho of a mother to keep her safe was probably the dumbest thing I had ever done, but it was worth it. If it gave her an opportunity to leave here safely, then I had to believe that.My boots scraped against the concrete as I forced myself to move, step by step, away from that door. Each step felt heavier than the last, weighed down by a mix of guilt and resolve.Fuck.Had I done the right thing?No. I couldn't afford to think about that now, so I pushed the thought aside, my jaw tightening as I straightened my posture. There was no time for doubt.Luca was out there, and every second spent questioning my decision was just a second wasted. When this was over, I would fall to her feet, kiss it, even
Valentina.The words echoed in my head like a gunshot, deafening and final. Pedro Nevarro is dead.My hands trembled as I lowered my gun, my mind racing. Pedro Nevarro was the father to Matteo, Luca, and Sophia Nevarro. An institution that defies all forces and came back stronger to rule his gang with his heir. If Luca had managed to kill him...I didn’t finish the thought. I couldn’t. In front of me, Isabella’s smirk widened, her eyes gleaming with a twisted sort of satisfaction. She confused me most times. The woman who had changed within minutes of our departure, then helped me by giving me clues and all..."Well," she said lightly, brushing imaginary dust off her sleeve, "it seems our dear family is shrinking faster than expected."But irrespective of all she had done for me, I didn't know her. Didn't understand her. Didn't trust her.So I shot her a glare, my chest tightening with fury. "Shut up, Isabella." But she didn’t. Of course, she didn’t. She was much more talkati
Valentina. "Luca is here!" Someone shouted from somewhere in the forsaken warehouse, the words cutting through the distant gunfire like a blade.Chaos erupted around us. The echoes of bullets ricocheted through the warehouse, sharp and unforgiving. The air felt heavy with the tang of metal and sweat, pressing down on me with every breath I took.My heart thundered in my chest as I turned to Matteo. His face was a mask of focus, his jaw clenched tightly as he scanned the room for threats. “We have to leave,” he said, his voice low but urgent. “Now.” “No!” I yelled, my hands trembling as I gestured to the figure tied up on the floor. “We can’t just leave her here!” My mother’s glare burned into me from where she sat, bruised and bound, as though this entire mess was somehow my fault. “She doesn’t want our help,” Matteo snapped, his voice as cold as steel. I stared at him, disbelief twisting in my gut. “That doesn’t matter! I’m not leaving her!” The gunfire grew louder, clo
Valentina.The sharp scent of gasoline and damp concrete filled my nose as we walked through the narrow corridor of the abandoned warehouse.The walls loomed close, painted with age and grime, while faint echoes of dripping water amplified the unease curling in my stomach.I had felt it the entire drive here... that tightening in my chest, the nausea rolling under my ribs. It wasn’t just nerves. It was dread. A tangible warning that something terrible was waiting for us. And yet, I couldn’t bring myself to turn back. Matteo stalked ahead, his shoulders tense, his gun held low but ready. Alessia flanked the rear, her eyes scanning the shadows, every muscle in her body coiled for action. The rest of the men were intertwined with us, close enough to know they were around yet far enough that I couldn't see them.We moved in silence, connected only by the whispers of Lorenzo’s voice in our earpieces, feeding us directions and updates. “Five guards on the north side, Matteo,” Lorenzo