CLARA The moment Mateo walked toward me, I felt a wave of relief. His eyes softened as he crouched down, reaching out to help me to my feet. “Clara, are you okay?” he asked, a hint of concern stained in his voice.I nodded slowly, brushing my hands against my dress to steady myself. “I’m fine,” I replied, though I wasn’t. My stomach still churned with pain.His gaze shifted from me to Lily, “What exactly happened, Lily?”"She pushed me." I told him.Lily was quick to respond, crossing her arms and putting on an innocent face. “She spilled coffee all over me and then tripped. I didn’t touch her,” I didn't know this lady was all sweet talking.I opened my mouth to protest, but the butler interrupted, stepping forward. “It all happened so quickly, sir,” he said. “All I know is Miss Clara did hand over the coffee first.” I stared at the butler in disbelief. He had seen everything. He had seen how she had rudely spoken to me, he had to have noticed her little shove. But he wasn’t going
CLARA Mateo’s question about my family had left me unsettled, but I couldn’t let him see that. I wondered why he had suddenly asked me that. Did he suddenly grow interested to know my profile?I wasn't quick to respond, I chose my words carefully, hiding away the darkest parts of my past where they belonged—out of sight. “I grew up in a church,” I said softly, fiddling with the hem of Mateo’s shirt that I was still wearing. “After… everything that happened, the church became my refuge. It was where I found stability, even when nothing else made sense.” He kept staring at me with an unreadable expression that made me almost wonder if he was actually listening to me. “What do you mean by ‘everything that happened’?” I hesitated before forcing a small smile. “You know, losing my parents. After that, I moved in with my aunt and uncle. The church helped a lot. They made sure I had what I needed to get by.” I could feel his gaze, like he was trying to piece together a puzzle I wasn
LUCAThe night started like any other, just me, Dominic, and the kind of comfort you find when you don’t ask too many questions. Dominic and I weren’t the kind of pair that shared dinner or discussed our pasts. We had an arrangement—nothing more, nothing less. I met him two weeks ago, a chance encounter at a bar. One look, one drink, and the next thing I knew, we were tangled in sheets. It wasn’t love, but it didn’t need to be. Dominic was a puzzle I didn’t feel the need to solve. But tonight, everything changed. I was on a routine hospital run, dropping off supplies to a friend who worked the night shift, when I saw them—Dominic and a few other men, being wheeled in on stretchers. Blood. So much blood. “Dominic?” The name escaped my lips before I could stop it. He didn’t see me, his head lolling to the side as nurses rushed him toward the emergency room. His shirt was soaked in crimson, almost looking like he had lost his entire blood.“What happened to him?” I grabbed a
CLARA“I… I don’t know, it could be. Who knows?” I stammered, still trying to make sense out of this.If this so-called Dominic is truly the father, then does that mean there’s a little hope for me? Would he be willing to accept our child? Would he be a good father and not the kind that brought trouble for his home? As much as I wanted to believe there was hope, I felt a bit disturbed.My mind was clouded with thoughts that I found it difficult to concentrate. This was actually the first time in years I felt this confused to make the right decision for something so dear to me. Somehow, I felt meeting Dominic was meeting the end of my child. No!I was brought back to the present when Lucaa snapped her fingers at me. I looked at her, then sighed. If only she knows what I was mentally going through, she would have given me more time to figure things out.“You’ve been out for minutes now. Do you realize how long I’ve been calling your name?” I could see the frown on her face and the hint
CLARA I couldn’t get myself to sleep, so I stayed awake throughout the night. Mateo was troubled, and the frustration in the way he breathed was suffocating. Not quite long after the call, he stormed out of the room like I wasn’t even there. I wanted to call Lucaa, to tell her what I think about Dominic, but when I checked the time, it was too late to make calls. “I’ll definitely tell her tomorrow.” I thought to myself. Morning came just as I expected. Mateo had left the house sooner, the case on ground wasn’t something he could let go. However, his concern could mean two things, either he didn’t want to lose Dominic, or just the fact that it’s something about the mafia world: “Never to watch your family die without a cause.” Then I met Lily sitting in the dining. Could there ever be a time I wouldn’t have to meet her like this? Especially not in the morning? For the first time, she didn’t seem interested in me. She only looked at me for the briefest second, shook her head, a
CLARA I knew it! I almost screamed, feeling my pulse rising. Mateo is the owner of the necklace just as I thought. But then how? How was I supposed to approach him and let him know I have his necklace? How was I supposed to tell him the child I was carrying belongs to him? “Urgh!” I grunted, slapping my forehead. “Come on, Clara, you've got to think.” I couldn't think of the right words, or the right way to approach him. What would he say when I tell him? He'd look at me and call me crazy. Or think I'm only taking this contract too far to probably gain much from him. Worse, I wasn't even someone up to his level, let alone, his taste. Maybe, just maybe, I'll keep it to myself. I sat back on the couch, staring at my tea. I had lost the appetite to drink it anymore, the reason I had stayed up this late was ruined. I quickly phoned Lucaa since she was the only one I who understood better. Thankfully, she was awake to answer. “Clara, any news?” she asked. “Were you able to find out?”
LILYI was so thirsty and needed something to drink. It was my routine to always have a glass of water or soft drinks with me in my room before I went to bed, but for some reasons I couldn’t tell why I forgot this time.I left my room to the kitchen, then, I began to hear faint voices., and they were two of them. I recognized one to be the butler’s voice, while the other was… Clara? What was she still doing out here by this time of the night? And what’s with the whispering voices I hear?I hid in a corner, stressing my ears to hear what they were discussing. I couldn’t get what it was they were talking about, but I sure did hear her mention a ‘cross’. What cross could they be talking about, that of the De Luca family?If that’s so, what’s her business with the cross and its significance? Well, I’ll get to know what it was with the whispering voice as soon as she’s out of here.I heard footsteps retreating from the kitchen and heading toward the staircase. I needed to hide myself or sh
MATEO The office was quiet except for the soft ticking of the clock on the wall, and the low hum of the ceiling fan mixed with the faint crackle of my cigar as I leaned back in my chair, my eyes fixed on the city lights glowing outside the window. It’s been a rough week, and I had barely had a good night’s sleep. Even with Clara lying next to me, I couldn’t get myself to close my eyes. Maybe that’s because I feel defeated. I softly tapped my fingers on my desk, letting my mind swirl through countless thoughts I couldn’t get myself to think of. They were just too much that I could barely focus. It wasn't just about Dominic and my men getting attacked, it was the fact that even till now, I couldn't find the bastard with my cross! It would be a shame to me if anyone should find out I've been wearing a fake cross. It would be a shame to my family's name. A knock broke the silence, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Come in,” I said, without asking who it was. The door opened, and thr
MATEO "I'm going to ask you this one question, Bruno." I leaned closer, eyes fixed on him. "Whose side are you on?""What's that supposed to mean, Mateo?" He snapped."It's just a question, Bruno."He scoffed, nodding his head. I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed, watching his face twist in frustration. He didn't want to show off that he was vexed at my question, but I could hear the slight tremor in his voice. He was angry, maybe even insulted, but underneath it all, he was desperate. "Don't you trust me?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. I tilted my head slightly, pretending to think. "At this point, Bruno, I’m not sure if I should." My voice was calm, but I knew he could feel every bit of it. "And you know... it’s not too late for me to have you killed." Bruno’s eyes flashed with fury. He scoffed, shaking his head. "And what exactly am I supposed to do to prove my loyalty, huh?" His hands clenched into fists on the table. "Because after a threat like that, do you really th
MATEOThe phone buzzed in my hand, and I answered without thinking. Dominic’s voice came through, low in a whisper. “Bruno wasn’t the one behind the men.”I sat up straight. “What?” “We roughed him up, threatened him to talk, but he wouldn’t say a word about who he met today. If Bruno was in on it, he would’ve cracked.”I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair. If it wasn’t Bruno, then who the hell was it?“Since you said it’s not Renzetti, and from our attack, it’s not Bruno either, then you’re right. There’s someone else in the picture.”“I’ll figure that out soon.”The call ended, but the words stuck with me. I tossed the phone onto the nightstand and laid back, staring at the ceiling. My mind raced with countless thoughts, trying to place the pieces together. If not Bruno… then who? Renzetti’s name floated in my head, but something inside me refused to pin it on him. He had power, sure. But he shouldn’t know I had eyes on him this close.Damn it. I clenched my jaw. I
MATEOI walked into the mansion, my mind raced with everything that had just happened. The unknown caller, the man at the bar, and the warning… I didn’t like any of it. The moment I stepped inside, I called for Dominic. “Track this number,” I ordered, handing him my phone. “I want to know who it belongs to.” Dominic nodded without question and left immediately. I paced the room, trying to put the pieces together. Someone knew about my plans. Someone who wasn’t Renzetti—at least, that’s what it felt like. But who else could it be? Minutes passed before Dominic returned. “Boss,” he said. “The number can’t be tracked.” I frowned. “What do you mean the number can’t be tracked?” I barked. “That bastard just phoned me minutes ago, and it can’t be tracked?”“It’s unavailable. Whoever called you must have destroyed the SIM card immediately after the call.” For the first time in a long while, I felt something I wasn’t used to… defeat. I had dealt with enemies before, men who thought they
MATEOI sat at the bar, swirling the drink in my glass as I waited for Bruno to speak. He looked uneasy, his fingers drumming lightly against the counter. Whatever he had to say, I could tell it wasn’t good. After a moment of silence, he finally leaned in. “Renzetti has been meeting with the Minister of Finance,” he said, almost in a whisper. I lifted an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. “He’s been keeping track of the goods and products coming in and out of the state,” he added. “That means he wants to know what everyone does—their businesses, their incomes, their productivity. Not just the regular citizens, but also the Mafia lords.” I exhaled slowly, setting my glass down. This wasn’t entirely unexpected, but hearing it confirmed made things worse. Renzetti wasn’t just expanding his power—he was making sure no one could move without him knowing.I see.“How long has he been doing this?” I asked. Bruno shook his head. “I can’t say for sure, but judging from how organized ev
CLARAI couldn’t wait any longer. The dream haunted me, sticking to my every thought like a dark cloud that refused to disappear. No matter how many times I reminded myself it was just a nightmare, the fear wouldn’t leave me. I needed answers. Without telling Lily, without waiting for anyone, I took a taxi to the clinic. It wasn’t even my scheduled day for a checkup, but I didn’t care. I had to know. If there was still a chance, any chance, to stop this before it was too late… I needed to find out. As I sat in the back of the taxi, my hands trembled in my lap. The city passed by in a blur, my mind running in circles. What if the dream was a sign? What if the baby really wasn’t normal? Would they even allow me to get rid of it? Would Mateo stop me? The thought of him made my heart clench. I pulled out my phone and dialed Lucaa’s number. “Clara?” He answered almost immediately, his voice filled with concern. “Lucaa, I need you to meet me at the hospital,” I said quickly. “It’s
CLARAI stepped into the room quietly, hoping to avoid any conversation with Mateo. But as soon as I saw him standing by the window, my heart clenched. His back was to me, his posture straight, his hands tucked into his pockets. Something about the way he stood there made him look deep in thought, but I wasn’t about to ask what was on his mind. I turned quickly, ready to leave before he noticed me, but his voice stopped me. “Leaving so soon?” he asked, almost too calmly to neglect. I swallowed hard and turned back slowly. He was already walking toward me, his dark eyes locked onto mine. There was something unreadable in his expression, something that made my stomach tighten. I took a step back. And another. He kept coming closer. I stepped back again until I felt the cold surface of the door against my back. There was nowhere else to go. Mateo smirked, his head tilting slightly. “You feel scared around me,” he murmured, his voice low yet teasing, “and yet, you get jealous when
BRUNOI walked through the doors of my mansion, my fists clenched at my sides. All I could feel was anger. The moment I stepped in, my men turned to look at me, they all looked surprised to see me. Yes, I was locked up for three days if not mistaken, so they had every right to give me that concerned look. They could sense something was wrong, but I wasn’t in the mood to explain myself. “Boss, is everything okay?” Marco, my most trusted man, asked. I forced a smirk. “Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?” He studied me for a moment, but I didn’t let him see past my expression. I had already been humiliated enough today—I wasn’t about to let my men see how much it burned inside me. “Then why do you look like you just swallowed fire?” another man, Diego, questioned. I let out a short laugh, shaking my head. “I’m fine. Everything is fine.” But it wasn’t. Not even close. Inside, I was raging. Mateo had me right where he wanted me. He had made me look weak, like some puppet on a string, dan
LILYI watched Mateo closely, my arms crossed over my chest. “I think Clara has feelings for you,” I said, waiting for his reaction. He didn’t look surprised. Instead, he gave a small nod. I raised an eyebrow. “So, you knew?” Again, he nodded. I tilted my head, studying him. “And? Do you have feelings for her too?” For the first time, Mateo didn’t have an immediate response. He just stood there, silent. I sighed. “You don’t have to answer me, you know. But I asked Clara the same question, and she refused to admit it.” Mateo looked at me then, having this unreadable expression. “She said she was only annoyed that we didn’t let her in when she was knocking,” I continued. “But I didn’t hear her knock.” Mateo’s gaze shifted slightly. I narrowed my eyes. “Did you hear it?” He hesitated for a second before answering. “Yes.” I frowned. “Then why didn’t you respond?” He ran a hand through his hair. “She knocked once. We were in the middle of settling our misunderstanding. How was
CLARAI knocked twice, waiting for a response. Nothing. But I could hear voices inside, though they weren’t clear. My heart pounded a little as I hesitated. Maybe I should wait. Maybe they were busy. But something didn’t feel right. Without thinking much, I pushed the door open. And then I froze. Mateo was standing there, holding Lily’s hands. They were close—too close. Just an inch apart. My breath caught in my throat, and for a moment, I couldn’t move. Mateo turned his head sharply, his eyes locking onto mine. The way he quickly pulled his hands away from hers made it even worse. It felt like I had walked in on something I wasn’t supposed to see. “Clara?” he called with an uncertain voice.I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My chest tightened painfully, and my fingers trembled as I reached for the door. Without another word, I stepped back, closed it behind me, and walked away. The pain in my heart was sharp, almost unbearable. I didn’t know why it hurt so much, but it did.I wa