“Alexander, this isn’t right,” Valentina whispered, her voice shaky as his hand traced the line of her jaw. He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. “It doesn’t matter what’s right,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “It matters what’s mine.” Her breath caught as his fingers slid to the back of her neck. “And you think I’m yours?” “I don’t think, Valentina,” he murmured, a dark smile curving his lips. “I know.” --- Valentina never expected her life to take such a dangerous turn. After her husband demands a divorce to marry his mistress, she finds herself entangled with Alexander—a powerful mafia Don whose reputation is as lethal as the man himself. Alexander doesn’t just want Valentina; he needs her. When he discovers she’s the daughter of Nico Vance, the man responsible for the tragedy that destroyed his family, his rage burns hotter. But instead of killing her, Alexander makes a chilling decision: Valentina will become his late wife, down to the last detail. Caught between desire and danger, Valentina must decide if she’ll run from Alexander’s dark world—or step willingly into it. Because once she does, there’s no turning back.
View MoreAlexander pov“I can't believe my old man paid you to keep me from returning to Italy! No wonder he asked me to pack all my clothes. ‘A vacation to the US,’ he said. ‘You should spend some time with your uncle and learn a few things, then you can come back home,’ he said and I believed him without knowing he basically sold me out! I should have realized it when he gave me that hug,” Julian ranted, his fingers flying across the keyboard so fast they blurred.My back was against the wall as I stared at him from the other side of the room, my arms crossed, expression cold.It had been five minutes— five long minutes of Julian trying to track Valentina and Felix's whereabouts, and five minutes of this nagging feeling I couldn’t shake.Were they safe? Were they okay? Were they hurt?That was all that had been clouding my mind, and I hated it.I hated that I wasn’t just worried about Felix, but her too. I shouldn’t care about what happened to her. I shouldn’t care about her safety. If she
Alexander pov "I will kill him" I hissed under my breath as I stormed into the study, only to freeze for a brief moment when my eyes landed on the scene before me. Sebastian was cornered against the table, his body tense, while Daniel stood in front of him, arms braced on either side as he leaned in closer. A smirk played on Daniel's lips as he muttered, "Why are you blushing so much? Don’t tell me you like me by any chance. Is that why you’ve been avoiding me? If you like me then you should just tell me, I might reject you since I like ‘women’ but don't avoid me, hm?” “Dr D-Daniel, please step back. What are you doing? The boss might come in at any moment!” “You are not denying the fact you like me” The idiot grinned and leaned in closer “Why do you like me, Sebastian? Is it because of my beautiful appearance or the fact that I am just perfect?” The corner of my lips curled into a sneer, and without hesitation, I slammed the door shut, the sharp sound cutting through the
Valentina pov “You’re telling me that you’re Alexander and Daniel’s mother?!” I asked in disbelief, the spoon hovering near my lips as I stared at the insanely gorgeous middle-aged woman in front of me. Sera smiled, her sharp eyes locking onto mine. “Yes, I am. Though, to be honest, I’d rather only be called Daniel’s mother since that silly child already cut ties with me.” She leaned back in her seat, drumming her pink manicured nails against the table. “Can you imagine? A son cutting ties with his own mother? That insolent child,” she scoffed, and my mouth fell open. I slowly set my ice cream down on the table. Yes, ice cream. Could you believe that after learning that Felix and I had been kidnapped while buying ice cream, Sera immediately ordered some for us? And now, here we were, eating ice cream while having this absolutely insane conversation with my… mother-in-law? Right? She was my mother-in-law. I turned to Felix, gauging his reaction, searching for any sign that the w
Valentina pov In the minute it took to buy ice cream, we were shoved into a car by masked men. My hands and legs were bound with rough ropes, and to top it off, three muscular men, excluding the driver, were currently glaring at me like they wanted nothing more than to kill me. “Pfft, would you three stop glaring at the girl already? I still can't believe you grown men got your asses kicked by a fragile girl and a child,” the driver scoffed from the front seat. I swallowed nervously as I felt their glares sharpen on me. Uh-oh. Did I forget to mention that during all the chaos, I had fought with everything I had? (Which, by the way, I had no freaking idea I could even do.) I threw punches, kicking and thrashing, refusing to let them lay a hand on Felix. At one point, I swear I heard the sickening crack of a bone as my fist connected with one of their jaws. And Felix? Despite his small frame and young age, the kid managed to deliver a slap so loud it echoed through the car. The f
Alexander pov People feared me for being ruthless. People respected me for being powerful. No one dared to cross me without consequences. That was who I was— Alexander Knight. The merciless mafia don who would kill without hesitation. So tell me… why the hell couldn’t I say no to a woman and a kid? Or better yet, why did I agree to this…. joke despite not wanting to? “Rock, paper, scissors!” “Ahh, you won again? How do you always know what I’m going to pick? This is the tenth time you’ve beaten me, I’m starting to think you are cheating.” Felix shook his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes, before quickly scribbling something in his notebook and holding it up as Valentina read it out. "No, Mommy. I’m not cheating, you’re just predictable. Every time you lose, your fingers twitch slightly before you choose rock. When you win, you smile before the next round, which means you're likely to repeat the same choice. You're following a subconscious pattern, and I’m just smart enoug
Valentina povA dull ache spread through my body as my eyes fluttered open. Groaning softly, I lifted a hand to shield my face from the sunlight filtering through the curtains. With a sigh, I shifted to the other side of the bed—And froze.My breath hitched as my gaze landed on him—Alexander. Shirtless. Asleep.Oh, and breathtaking too.I blinked, my face turning a deep shade of red as the memories of last night came rushing back.The car sex… then taking it to the bedroom until dawn.Yes, dawn.Alexander and I had sex until the break of dawn.Oh my god! That explained why my body felt like it had been thrown out of a window.Yet… despite the lingering ache, I couldn’t help but smile as I stared at my devastatingly handsome husband. Alexander might have a cold exterior, and he might be a ruthless mafia don, but I think I’m starting to understand why I fell in love with him— why I married him.“How can someone be this attractive?” I whispered, grinning to myself.Ah, Emily! You naught
Alexander pov It was an intoxicating torment Every moment she took her pleasure from me was an intoxicating torment. Sex had always been something I did to relieve stress. With Emily, it was simply an obligation— something I did because she was my wife. Don’t get me wrong. I loved Emily. She was the only woman I could tolerate, which was why I married her. I had always believed love was about coexisting, about building a life together. Maybe that was why she cheated. Maybe that was why she left because I wasn’t the kind of man who craved touch. So why… Why did this girl make me weak? Why did she make my body burn with need, make me crave her touch? I had no answer for that, but at this moment, I didn’t care. All I wanted was to fuck the living daylight out of her— to make her feel exactly what she was doing to me. “My turn,” I murmured, my voice dark with intent. Her eyes widened, but before she could react, I gripped her hips, pulling her closer. Positioning myself at her
Valentina povHow did I end up on Alexander’s lap?How did I end up tangled in his arms in the backseat of the car with his lips claiming mine in a way that left me utterly breathless? And most of all— how did I end up in nothing but my underwear?I sucked in a shaky breath as Alexander's hand trailed higher, stopping at the clasp of my bra so close to setting me completely bare. But instead of undoing it, his hand remained there, teasing, while his other hand cupped my face, tilting it just right as his lips moved in perfect sync with mine.“Mmm,” I moaned, rolling my hips against Alexander’s hardness, desperate for even the slightest friction to ease the unbearable heat pooling between my legs. My panties were soaked, my body aching for more.Alexander groaned, his grip tightening and with a single flick of his fingers, my bra came undone. I gasped as he pulled away from the kiss, only to lean down and take one of my nipples into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bu
Valentina povMy mind felt hazy, my thoughts slipping through my grasp. Before I knew it, my eyes fluttered shut, and my lips parted, granting Alexander deeper access. A small whimper escaped me as his grip on my waist tightened, pulling me flush against him. His other hand cupped my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine as my heart pounded wildly in my chest.A heat pooled between my legs as I felt the unmistakable hardness of his bulge pressing against me. I knew people were watching— I could feel their shocked gazes burning into my back. I should have pulled away, should have been embarrassed. Hell, I was practically devouring my husband in front of an entire audience.But my body refused to listen. Instead, it screamed— fuck it.A breathy moan escaped me as my arms snaked around Alexander’s shoulders, pulling him closer. Tilting my head to the side, I deepened the kiss. I was this close— this damn close to jumping into his arms and wrapping my legs around his waist.Could you blam
Valentina's POVThe sound of the ticking clock seemed to echo faintly, yet it was all I could hear as I drifted into an agonizing daze.What did he say? He must be mistaken. It couldn’t be true.“Mrs. Laurent.” The monotone voice snapped me back to reality, and I blinked, staring at the man in the white coat.“Mrs. Laurent, are you listening to me?” I blinked again, trying to focus on his words, but they seemed to slip through my mind like water through my fingers. The room felt smaller, the air thicker, as if everything was closing in around me.Breathe, Valentina. Breathe.“Repeat what you just said,” I finally found my voice and demanded, but it was quieter than I intended—just barely above a whisper, yet sharp with a desperate edge I didn’t recognize.The doctor’s eyes softened, but he didn’t hesitate. “Mrs. Laurent, I’m afraid you have brain cancer. The prognosis is… very serious. You have only about a year to live.”A chill ran through me, the world shifting in a way I couldn’t ...
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