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
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
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
Alexander 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
Third pov Flashback. "Kill it," the woman dressed in pink ordered, her voice so cold that it instinctively made the boy, Alexander, flinch. Alexander shook his head, tears streaming down his face as he cried harder, begging his mother not to make him do it. He couldn’t understand why she would ask him to kill his dog, his only friend, the only one who had always been there for him. You see, Alexander Knight had always been seen as a cold-hearted, evil child, even when he was young. He had inherited the cold demeanor of his father, Ezra Knight, and was feared by many for the same reasons. Both father and son were calm, collected, and rarely showed any emotion. That was the reason everyone avoided him. Even his twin, Daniel Knight, had always been scared of him. Maybe that was why Alexander had always bullied his much more outgoing twin, the one everyone loved. Perhaps it was his twisted way of seeking attention. But his brother, Daniel, was so terrified of him, he never played w
Warning: Mention of abuse. Valentina pov “So, you’re telling me you don’t remember anything at all?” Sera asked as we sat in her study. After she had questioned who I was and insisted I wasn’t her daughter-in-law, we had moved to her office. Despite my reluctance to leave Felix alone outside, I knew I had to explain everything. Now, sitting across from her, I told her how I had been in a coma for about a month and had lost all my memories. That, at least, might explain why I didn’t recognize her. I nodded my head, a smile tugging at my lips. "I don't remember anything from my past. All I know is that I'm Alexander's wife and Felix's mother." I said, giggling softly as the thought crossed my mind. To be honest, by now, I'd already accepted my role as a wife and mother, and it no longer felt awkward, though it never really had. At first, I had been a little scared because it felt like I was thrust into a life that was unfamiliar. But now… My grin widened as I remembere
Alexander pov Bang! Bang! Bang! Gunshots. Screams. And then... the soft thud of bodies hitting the ground. Those were the three things I grew up with. The three things I was used to and, oddly enough, the three things that made adrenaline course through my veins. Blood. The sickening sound of knives slicing into flesh. The tears, the terror of someone standing at death's door. These were the things that made me feel alive. It was what shaped me. There's a popular saying: "Monsters aren't born, they're made." But me? I was born and made this way. I still remembered when my therapist first diagnosed me with psychopathic tendencies. He had said, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Knight, but your son shows signs of early stage psychopathy. While it's still developing, he doesn't process emotions the way most people do. I understand that people in your line of work don't flinch at killing, but this is a seven-year-old child. You said he cried when you told him to shoot his dog but didn't hes
Valentina pov When did I react? When did I start yanking my mother in law's hair? Well maybe it was the part when she had called Alexander a monster. When she had told me everything she had done to him to ensure his obedience or according to her: To make sure he was the perfect tool to use for her plan. She had said that Alexander was incapable of love and that was why I had hated him so much I couldn’t even bear the sight of him. That Alexander wasn’t meant to be loved, only feared. That he would eventually end up alone, never knowing what it meant to be loved. Maybe that was why I was currently yanking her hair back and forth, clearly catching her off guard. “Let go of my hair! How dare you?! Do you know who I am?!” she screamed, trying to pry my hands away. But I only gripped tighter, pulling harder as she grabbed a fistful of my own hair in retaliation. Pain shot through my scalp, but I wouldn’t let go. “Who gives a damn who you are?!” I snapped. “Take back what you said a
Valentina pov A tear slipped down my cheek just as Alexander's hand cradled the back of my head and he kissed me. His lips were rough and intense against mine, stealing a whimper from me and granting him access to my mouth. I closed my eyes and kissed him back, my body responding on its own, as though it didn’t belong to me. But why was I crying? Why did this ache in my chest feel so suffocating? It left me breathless. And the nightmare— why was it blurry and most of all, why did it feel more like a distant memory than a dream? A gasp escaped me as Alexander’s other hand slid to my waist, gently pushing me down onto the bed. His lips moved in perfect sync with mine, a low groan rumbling from his throat as he climbed over me, one hand cupping my chin to tilt my head up as we kissed. It hurt. A shiver coursed through my spine when Alaric leaned away from my lips, his mouth trailing down to my neck, pressing hot kisses along my skin until he reached my collarbone. He placed a k
Alexander pov She hadn’t woken up since yesterday, and it had affected me more than I cared to admit. I wasn’t even sure what emotion was clawing at me, was it the frustration over what she had done, throwing herself in front of my mother just as I pulled the trigger? Or was it the worry that came from watching her lie there, pale and still, showing no sign of waking up? “The bullet went through her shoulder. She lost quite a bit of blood, but she should be able to wake up soon,” Daniel said, his expression tired as he removed his glasses, his eyes meeting mine. “So don’t worry and get some rest, Alexander. You haven’t slept since yesterday.” I didn’t say anything for a brief moment, my gaze fixed on Valentina as I leaned back against the wall, hands tucked into my pockets, my expression unreadable. “Where is the kid?” I asked eventually. Daniel sighed for the second time before answering. “He wouldn’t stop crying and kept asking to be with Valentina, so I gave him something m
Valentina pov Two years ago. “Madam, madam,” My eyes slowly fluttered open and I groaned, lifting my head to find Agatha standing in front of me with a sad look and a slight frown etched into her expression. “Agatha…” I murmured, reaching up to rub my tired eyes before glancing around. I was in the dining area, and in front of me sat the food I had cooked with Agatha’s help. Today was Damien’s and my anniversary. It was supposed to be a special day. I had made all of his favorite dishes, hoping to make him happy and maybe spend a little time with him, especially since he’d been so busy these past few months with work that I barely have the time to spend time with him. “Has he arrived?” I asked, a hopeful smile tugging at my lips. When Agatha shook her head, the smile slowly faded from my face. My gaze shifted to the clock, it was already 10 p.m. Two whole hours had passed since we finished cooking, and Damien still hadn’t shown up. My eyes drifted to the food on the table, an
Alexander pov "And it looks like I didn’t finish the job, Mother,” I said coldly, cocking the gun against her forehead. Her body went rigid, eyes wide with fear as she stared at me. “A-Alexander,” she stammered, stumbling back as if distance could save her. But it was futile. There’s something both of us had forgotten to mention about our twisted relationship. I was never afraid of my mother. She was afraid of me. Despite all her efforts, every calculated move, every twisted game meant to make me cower, I never did. She tried to make me believe my life was in her hands. But the truth? I was far too broken to fear a woman who was all bark and no bite. How should I put it? She was a prey pretending to be a predator. A mouse wearing the mask of a cat. A weak woman hiding behind an illusion she had created. People like that always acted unshakable, like the world couldn’t touch them. But deep down, they were the most fragile. The most helpless. “You said I shot you twice,” I
Valentina pov When did I react? When did I start yanking my mother in law's hair? Well maybe it was the part when she had called Alexander a monster. When she had told me everything she had done to him to ensure his obedience or according to her: To make sure he was the perfect tool to use for her plan. She had said that Alexander was incapable of love and that was why I had hated him so much I couldn’t even bear the sight of him. That Alexander wasn’t meant to be loved, only feared. That he would eventually end up alone, never knowing what it meant to be loved. Maybe that was why I was currently yanking her hair back and forth, clearly catching her off guard. “Let go of my hair! How dare you?! Do you know who I am?!” she screamed, trying to pry my hands away. But I only gripped tighter, pulling harder as she grabbed a fistful of my own hair in retaliation. Pain shot through my scalp, but I wouldn’t let go. “Who gives a damn who you are?!” I snapped. “Take back what you said a
Alexander pov Bang! Bang! Bang! Gunshots. Screams. And then... the soft thud of bodies hitting the ground. Those were the three things I grew up with. The three things I was used to and, oddly enough, the three things that made adrenaline course through my veins. Blood. The sickening sound of knives slicing into flesh. The tears, the terror of someone standing at death's door. These were the things that made me feel alive. It was what shaped me. There's a popular saying: "Monsters aren't born, they're made." But me? I was born and made this way. I still remembered when my therapist first diagnosed me with psychopathic tendencies. He had said, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Knight, but your son shows signs of early stage psychopathy. While it's still developing, he doesn't process emotions the way most people do. I understand that people in your line of work don't flinch at killing, but this is a seven-year-old child. You said he cried when you told him to shoot his dog but didn't hes
Warning: Mention of abuse. Valentina pov “So, you’re telling me you don’t remember anything at all?” Sera asked as we sat in her study. After she had questioned who I was and insisted I wasn’t her daughter-in-law, we had moved to her office. Despite my reluctance to leave Felix alone outside, I knew I had to explain everything. Now, sitting across from her, I told her how I had been in a coma for about a month and had lost all my memories. That, at least, might explain why I didn’t recognize her. I nodded my head, a smile tugging at my lips. "I don't remember anything from my past. All I know is that I'm Alexander's wife and Felix's mother." I said, giggling softly as the thought crossed my mind. To be honest, by now, I'd already accepted my role as a wife and mother, and it no longer felt awkward, though it never really had. At first, I had been a little scared because it felt like I was thrust into a life that was unfamiliar. But now… My grin widened as I remembere
Third pov Flashback. "Kill it," the woman dressed in pink ordered, her voice so cold that it instinctively made the boy, Alexander, flinch. Alexander shook his head, tears streaming down his face as he cried harder, begging his mother not to make him do it. He couldn’t understand why she would ask him to kill his dog, his only friend, the only one who had always been there for him. You see, Alexander Knight had always been seen as a cold-hearted, evil child, even when he was young. He had inherited the cold demeanor of his father, Ezra Knight, and was feared by many for the same reasons. Both father and son were calm, collected, and rarely showed any emotion. That was the reason everyone avoided him. Even his twin, Daniel Knight, had always been scared of him. Maybe that was why Alexander had always bullied his much more outgoing twin, the one everyone loved. Perhaps it was his twisted way of seeking attention. But his brother, Daniel, was so terrified of him, he never played w
Alexander 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