Brichese, Brescia ◆ MAXIMILIANO ◆ My brain didn't want to rest. The moon cast eerie shadows across the room as I lay in bed, sleep eluding me once again. The night was still, the whole house stayed peaceful, and I was in the comfort of my own home with three guys I could trust with my life. But a blizzard of agitated thoughts wouldn’t leave me alone. I blamed Kel’s brother. That cocky, intrusive son of a bitch’s intuition better be more than that. What he said better be accurate. Or at least that part when he indirectly suggested that my father could still be here in Italy. My father's unexpected disappearance had left us with a gnawing anxiety that wouldn’t go away. Pretty much impossible to quell at times. Mamma, Ricchar, and Niccolo especially. I might finally put an end to it soon. After another fitful half-hour of tossing and turning beside my snoring cousin, I checked the time again before slipping out of bed, leaving Ricchar alone on the covers. I grabbed my phone to
◇ MYKAELA ◇ Eight more hours. Just eight more to go. Then I'd be back in my room, enjoying the peace and quiet and the comfort of my bed. I'd been racing through my morning ER rotations, the hospital bustling with activity as always. The beeping of machines, the distant chatter of nurses, the constant influx of patients in the emergency room—I was already getting used to it. All part of our daily routine this week. But this morning felt different. I couldn't shake the unease keeping me up at night. Today, my anxiety bothered me more than usual, my heart pounding harder than it should. I wanted to blame the lack of proper sleep and our demanding workload. But my thoughts kept circling back to those cryptic messages Dr. Chen sent the other night, and the texts Lorenzio sent yesterday. "Miss Nielsen." I whirled at the familiar voice that came from behind me. "Yes?" Dr. Casey Ashford, one of the attending physicians on duty, stood beside a hospital bed with his stethoscope dangling
◆ MAXIMILIANO ◆ Today was our wedding day. Adreana and I managed to find a decent white dress and a brand new tux last night. Like my outfit, hers looked rather simple. Not too pricey or attention-seeking, which we both preferred. I already saw her in the dress before I bought it, so I knew what to expect. In half an hour, we should be right outside the courthouse, ready to get the show going, fully prepared to exchange vows in front of everyone. Mamma's friends, my two uncles, some of our employees, and my cousins would be arriving at The Palazzo soon, which was 15 minutes away from the courthouse. After easing my mother through a mini anxiety attack, I told Mamma's bodyguards to escort her into my car. They just left with Niccolo. The hotel staff and the other bodyguards were waiting in the lobby. Time to fetch my bride. Adreana must be getting impatient in the hotel room Mamma booked for them. It was their dressing room for today. Gripping my phone, I adjusted my tie as I cros
◆ MAXIMILIANO ◆ By noon, we arrived outside the busy town hall with Alessio and Roman. The other bodyguards stood close to Mamma and Ricchar, ready to escort us to the courthouse. The sun hung high in the sky, casting a golden hue over the spacious landscape surrounding the tall buildings ahead of us. My mother and our witnesses looked busy chatting and waiting near the bottom of the wide stairs that led to the building where Adreana and I would be wedded. I straightened and regarded my quiet bride. Adreana glanced at me every five seconds or so, as if what just happened in the backseat only worsened her anxiety. She gripped my hand while I guided her out of the car, the mild and relaxing scent of her perfume now forever imprinted in my brain. "I gave you the certificate. Right?" she murmured to my face, her shapely brows wrinkling. "Which one?" "The original copy of the Nulla Osta. You put it in the briefcase?" Adreana stared at me, squinting her eyes, anxiously waiting for me t
◇ MYKAELA ◇"You sure you don't need to buy anything? Or get anything from your dorm?""I'm good. Thanks. You had dinner yet?" I smiled at Lele when he opened the backseat door for me. The cold November night fanned my skin before I slid in the backseat of Enzo's car, the hum of the engine a soothing lullaby."Before you called. Berto cooked, but I'm not sure you'll like any of it." Lele shut the door and walked around the shiny hood."I'm not a picky eater, Gabriele. Your boss is. Let's just go straight to his house," I told my dutiful bodyguard once he was buckled up behind the wheel.Even though he knew I wasn't in any way paying for his salary, he treated me like a sister who needed protecting, and his commitment to his job as my on-call driver slash security escort was enough for me to trust him. The way Enzo trusted him. Apparently Lele was related to Berto, which must've convinced Enzo that Lele was someone he could count on when it came to my safety.I stared out the window, g
Brichese, Brescia ◆ MAXIMILIANO ◆ The chilly morning sun peeked through the gray curtains as I reluctantly swung my legs off the bed. I groaned, rubbing my eye with the heel of my hand. I had high hopes for this morning, but something just felt off. Adreana had been distant and reserved since we left The Palazzo. She barely spoke during the drive here, and I knew it was kind of my fault. I just couldn't pinpoint the exact cause of the sudden change in her behavior. I headed to the guest room, imagining her snug under the covers, quietly breathing and catching up on much-needed sleep. I entered the room. The bed was empty. All tidied up. I frowned, recalling Dr. Moretti's reminder: Adreana needed proper rest due to her hormonal issues. I froze beside the bathroom door when I found her naked in the shower with her back to me. I slowly knocked on the door, which she'd left ajar. Adreana glanced behind, her jet-black hair and flawless skin all wet. She gave me a blank look and nothi
× WARNING! GRAPHIC CONTENT BELOW INTENDED FOR MATURE READERS ONLY! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION × ◆ MAXIMILIANO ◆ Three to four hours. Just a few more hours of uninterrupted sleep and I'd be back to my normal, emotionally detached self. I'd barely slept the past couple of nights, which was probably why my mind was all over the place, incapable of reining in my temper. I closed my eyes and rested on my back, desperately trying to shut off my brain, my arm growing heavy on my eyelids. For about half an hour now, I'd been trying to calm my thoughts and relax enough to drift off. But it wasn't really working. My senses remained alert, every part of me just anticipating the noises her feet would make as she crossed the hallway to reach my room. I didn't hear Adreana use the stairs after I left her alone. But I couldn't hear any noises coming from the guest room, either. Shit. I might be going insane. This fake-marriage-for-money arrangement was fucking with my head in more ways than I
New York ◆ LORENZIO ◆ “This might sting a little, Mr. Tomassini.” “It’s fine. Doesn’t hurt.” I glanced at the phlebotomist as she extracted a vial of blood, the red liquid almost too bright under these blinding lights. “Okay. We’re done. Thanks for sitting perfectly still.” Upon finishing her task, she stood up and stepped away from me and the bed, her eyes curved as if she just gave me a smile. Her masks covered up half of her small face, but it was obvious she was one of the younger medical staff. “Thank you.” “Anything else I can help you with?” “Could you turn off that bloody light? Please.” I squinted and pointed to the fluorescent light by the door, sighing at the incessant throbbing in the back of my skull. “Hurts my eyes, and my head.” “Of course.” The blonde woman turned off the light before grabbing her sample collection tray. “Thanks.” I gave her a quick smile. “Give us a beep if you need anything.” “Will do,” I replied.She turned around and left the room, shutti