ANTONIOI never wanted Rosalinda to find out about Carlo’s paternity that way. I was waiting for the right time and the right way to reveal it to her. But she was right. The only right time was the moment I found out. I didn’t even know why I stalled, and because of that, our relationship was in shambles—hopefully temporarily. I didn’t know if she could ever forgive me, but I’d earn her trust again. No matter what it took. But for now, I had to focus on the impending war. And Marco… I really didn’t know what to do with him. He was my best friend, and making a decision was really hard. He had the audacity to fuck my sister under my roof without fearing the consequences. The motherfuckers’s balls were over the roof. As I made a turn into the corridor leading to my office, I bumped into Marco. Speak of the devil. His presence made my blood boil, and I was determined to ignore him as I walked past him, but he suddenly said something that made me stop in my tracks. Something I couldn’t
ANTONIOI sped to the safe house, worried and hoping that nothing had happened to them. I tried to shut the dream out of my head, but I couldn’t. The more it replayed in my head, the more I lost my mind, and the more I desperately wished I could just teleport to the coastal hideout. It seemed so much farther than I remembered it to be. When I finally got to the beach house, I found the men I took there to guard them stationed around the house.My presence and the look of perplexity that saturated my features surprised them, as one of them, Jasper, quickly approached me and asked. “Do we have a problem?”“Where are they?” I impatiently asked. “They’re inside.” He raised a brow as he asked again. “Do we have a problem?”“No.” I responded. I was so paranoid that I had totally forgotten to call the men guarding them to confirm if everything was fine. All I could think of was getting there to make sure they were okay. Even though Jasper had assured me that they were okay, I still had t
ROSALINDAThe following morning, Carlo’s cries jolted me awake. He was hungry, and I was taking too long to wake up. He was used to having breakfast early, and there was no maid to make it for him as usual.Here I was in the kitchen, as early as 8 AM, making spaghetti bolognese for him and myself, as he had requested. Thank goodness my mother forced Sofia and me to learn how to cook; if not, we would have starved to death during our stay here. The door to the kitchen clicked open, and I turned to see Camilla walking in. “Good morning.” I mumbled. “Good morning.” She mumbled it back without bothering to look at me.She strolled towards Carlo, plastering a wide smile on her face as she pulled his cheek playfully. “How are you, Kiddo?”“Fine.” He beamed, giggling. My left eye suddenly started itching, and I instinctively rubbed it with my hand—an action I immediately regretted. “Damn, pepper.” I exclaimed as my eyes began to sting with pepper. I had used the same hand I used to cho
ANTONIOIt’s been a week since I last saw Rosalinda and Carlo. Camilla returned after Sergio’s death, but Rosa didn’t, saying she needed more time to process her thoughts. I missed her so much, and it was never my intention to hurt her. I had just arrived at the Moretti mansion to complete the signing of the modified agreement. Now that Sergio was dead and the coast was clear of any danger, we could proceed with the wedding arrangements. I still wondered who killed Sergio, though, saving me from having to do it myself and losing some of my men in the process. Anyway, that wasn’t really my problem. He had a lot of enemies, so the bastardo had it coming. The front door of the Moretti mansion swung open as I approached it. I immediately stopped in my tracks, my eyes narrowing as I stared at the person that appeared before me. Liam Romano. I thought Roberto was done doing business with the Romanos. What the hell was he doing here?“Look who we have here.” Liam remarked, a mischievous
ROSALINDA I had been at the coastal hideout for a week now, and everything was starting to bore me out. I’d take walks by the beach, play with Carlo, read books, and watch movies. Lather, rinse, and repeat.I missed Antonio. I missed every single member of my family. I hadn’t seen any of them since I left home; we had just been speaking over the phone, and that wasn’t enough for me. I needed to see them. I was hurt and mad at what Antonio did, but I couldn’t hate him forever. Not only for myself but also for Carlo, who also missed his father and wouldn’t stop asking about him every minute. I needed to return home. We needed to return home. Picking up my phone, I dialled Antonio’s number before I could change my mind. “Hello.” He said from the other end of the phone when he picked up.“Antonio.” I called, my voice barely a whisper. “I am ready. I want to come back.”“Good, because I’m coming for you.” He muttered before ending the call. I packed mine and Carlo’s bags afterwards, e
ROSALINDA While Mama cooked and the family chef, Grace assisted, I went to my room to get a feel for it.As I entered the room, a sense of familiarity washed over me. It used to be my sanctuary, but I didn’t even know if I could call it my room anymore. I stood in the middle, gazing around as the memories I made there crept through my mind. Memories I could never forget. Scarcely a minute passed since I entered the room when the door creaked open, with Antonio trudging inside.“I didn’t realise how much I missed them until I saw them.” I told him as I turned around and walked to my bed, sitting on it. “I promise you, I’ll treat you so well that you won’t have to miss them anymore.” He inched closer to me, cupping the length of my throat with his palm. Instinctively, I slowly rose to my feet, my eyes staring deeply into his. Words didn’t need to be spoken. The desire and need were written all over our eyes and faces. I wanted him just as much as he craved me. “I couldn’t wait unti
ROSALINDA "Rosalinda, get out of my view!” Papà groaned, intense fury and darkness seeping through his tone. I refused to move, refused to be intimidated by the pure darkness that clouded the depths of his eyes. Two of the most important people in my life were threatening each other’s lives, and leaving them to continue wasn’t even an option. I was determined to stop them.“I. Said. Move.” Papà groaned, but I stood my ground. “Drop. Your. Guns.” I retorted firmly. My disobedience and my nerve seemed to infuriate him further as his jaw clenched tighter than it already was, but I didn’t care. Their lives mattered the most. “For God’s sake!” Mama suddenly yelled, banging the table with her palm as she sprung to her feet. Her furious eyes darted between Antonio and Papà. “There’s a child here!”Realisation hit Antonio, and he promptly darted his gaze at Carlo. Seeing the fear in his eyes, he sighed and withdrew his gun. Without uttering a word, he grabbed my wrist and dragged me alo
ANTONIORebecca—a girl I used to fuck and toy with as I saw fit. But ever since my feelings for Rosalinda grew so wild that they became impossible to control, every atom of attraction I had towards other women withered away. She became the only one I could react to. The only one I ever loved. I couldn’t touch other girls without getting irritated. And so, I did away with every woman I used to fuck, including Rebecca.But she had refused to let go, persistently asking me to take her back, as she couldn’t do without me. I had warned her to stay away from me, but she never listened, perhaps because I had been gentle on her because she was a woman. But that was a mistake I regretted. Because of my gentleness, she had the nerve to lay naked in my room, causing Rosalinda to see her.“Who is she?” Rebecca asked as she slowly sat up, fondling her breasts with both hands in a futile attempt to seduce me.There was nothing she could do that would work on me. She looked just like an irritating l
Third-person POV.Antonio’s lips pressed against the softness of Rosalinda’s cheek, his eyes filled with adoration as he gazed at her.“Good morning.” He whispered sensing her stirring. When she didn’t respond, he murmured playfully, a lazy smile spreading across his lips. “I know you are awake.”“I didn’t want you to stop staring at me.” Rosalinda admitted with a smile, her eyes still closed. “I like it when you stare at me; I wanted to keep feeling your eyes on me.”“It doesn’t matter if your eyes were opened or closed. I could stare at you anyhow, anywhere, anytime.” He said, tracing her nose and lips with his finger. “But do you know when I love staring at you the most?”She shook her head, a smile still on her lips. “When you are naked in the shower.” Her eyes shot open immediately, and she playfully smacked his arm. He chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with delight. “Good morning, Pretty.” “Good morning, handsome.” She replied, her voice still laced with sleep. Placing his
ROSALINDA“Mommy is getting married today.” I told my little girl as I rubbed my belly, my smile stretching from cheek to cheek while I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Every detail fell into place flawlessly—my dress, hair, makeup, everything was just perfect. I couldn’t believe that this day was finally here—the day I had always looked forward to—and I couldn’t be happier that I was doing this with Antonio.It’s been a month since the incident that happened at Liam’s mansion. Antonio healed in no time, and I haven’t left his side ever since. I couldn’t imagine how life would have been without him. After two weeks of tirelessly searching for Diego and Liam, Nikkolai found them and ended them immediately. I also heard that it was Nikkolai Petrov who killed Lorenzo’s father, Sergio. I couldn’t fathom why Nikkolai was so keen on taking care of Antonio’s dirty businesses, but I just hoped he wouldn’t demand a huge price in return down the line. One thing was sure—Mafia bosses neve
ROSALINDA “He’s a fighter. He survived it. Luckily, the bullet narrowly missed his heart. He’ll recover soon enough.” These words from the doctor were the best news I had ever heard in my entire life. I couldn’t even imagine what would have happened to me and to my son if I had lost Antonio. My entire existence would have been wounded, and I would have never recovered from it. I was glad about the information the doctor passed, but I was still insanely worried and wanted to see him awake and talk to him before I could break free from the anxiety twisting my insides.It’s been thirty-two hours since the bullet extraction surgery, since the doctor assured us that his vital signs were okay and that he would wake up soon enough, but he still hadn’t. I was sitting by his bedside, silently praying, hoping, and wishing for him to wake up. I was mentally and physically exhausted, and everyone had asked me to go home and rest because of my condition, but knowing that he was in that situation
ROSALINDA I wasn’t going to give up. I had to find a way to leave there as soon as possible. I kept looking through the windows at regular intervals, hoping the men there would leave so I could escape. The sky outside was already dark, and the rope I had tied together was still dangling, calling on me to descend with it. But the only thing stopping me from doing that were the fucking men out there. My mind drifted to Antonio, and my already painful heart was broken even further at the thought of what he would be going through at the moment. He’d be so broken and frustrated looking for me. I just hoped he had found a clue and was on his way to come get me. I had to be found, or escape, for him and for my son. I looked through the window again, expecting to see the men guarding it, but my eyes widened and a pang of hope filled my chest when I didn’t see them there. Without hesitation, I climbed over it and began to descend very quickly. But just as I was about to alight, the men app
ANTONIO My men and I had tried every possible means to look for Rosalinda, but there was no cue. Nothing at all. I was frustrated, scared of losing her. Even the thought of it blocked my airways, making it difficult to breathe. There was nothing I wouldn’t do to get my woman back. Nothing at all. Vito and I had just finished looking through the footage from the security camera from all the buildings around the gas station, but we got nothing. My phone started ringing, and I picked it up, hoping it was one of my men calling me to give me positive feedback, but I drew a long hiss when I realised it was Sofia calling. She had been buzzing my phone for over an hour now, demanding to speak with Rosalinda. I had told her that she was fine and was only sleeping, but she wouldn’t buy it. Fuck! She was fucking adding to my frustration with her persistent calls. “Don’t you think you should tell her the truth?” Vito suggested, as I rejected the call. “She’d tell Roberto, and I don’t want hi
ROSALINDA My head was banging so much that it felt like it was going to explode. For how long have I been sleeping? I wondered, as I tried to open my eyes, only to abruptly close them back due to the blinding light. After a few seconds, I tried again, but this time, slowly, until my eyes adapted to the light. Suddenly, I caught sight of a familiar face sitting on a sofa not so far from the bed, and I jerked up in perplexity. “What are you doing here?” I demanded. “You’re awake.” Liam grinned, and just then, reality sank in. I looked around the room, fear crawling through me as everything that happened rushed back in. I remembered everything—how I was kidnapped from the gas station and drugged until I was knocked out.“Liam. What the hell is this?” I demanded fiercely, hiding the fear crawling through me. “What do you think it is?” He raised a brow, expecting a response from me. And when he didn’t get any, he continued. “I told you, Rosalinda, that I adore you. And whatever I wan
ROSALINDAThe very next day after Sofia’s wedding, our own wedding preparation began. Antonio called Papà over the phone to inform him of our plan, while I, on the other hand, planned to tell Mama, Sofia, Matteo, and Giovanni in person—that is, if Papà hadn’t already told them before we got to the mansion. Antonio and I planned to go to my parent’s place today. We had a lot on our schedule, but the first place we visited was the hospital. I had an appointment with the sonographer to get the baby’s ultrasound done. “She’s so healthy.” The sonographer said, smiling as she moved the transducer around my belly. This wasn’t the first time I saw my baby girl, but each time I heard the whooshing sound of her heartbeat, I felt an unexplainable warmth radiate through my entire being. I couldn’t wait to hold her in my arms. “She’s so cute.” Antonio said, a small smile on his face. “I bet she’d look like me.” “She’d definitely be my carbon copy.” I countered. He chuckled softly. “We’ll find
ROSALINDA Who said dreams were unattainable? Whoever said that bluffed because Sofia defied that claim. The dream she thought was out of reach was coming to pass. It’s been two months since she had the emergency surgery; she and the twins—Isabella and Alessia—were healthy and out of the hospital. Today was her wedding day. She was getting married to the love of her life, and I couldn’t be more happy about her finally getting her happy ending. She deserved it, they both deserved it. I had asked Antonio to wait a bit more before we got married, and he agreed without protest, even though I knew he wasn’t so happy about it. He just wanted to do right by me. He had been the perfect man ever, and I couldn’t even imagine my life with any other man. I didn’t even know why I had delayed the marriage, but anyway, that was the least of my problems at the moment. The dress I had on was. I turned around to look at my reflection in the mirror, and Goddamn it, I captivated myself. The thigh-hig
ROSALINDA Antonio grabbed my hand and dragged me outside. I had the strong urge to protest, but I didn’t because I knew whatever I did would have been useless. He would never leave me there, and we would only end up causing a scene. “Why the fuck did you come out here alone, Rosalinda?” He groaned once we were outside, his furious eyes staring intently at me. “And don’t tell me you took alcohol with your condition.”I folded my arms over my chest, casting my gaze away as I retorted. “I only took sparkling water, and you are not the only one allowed to leave the house after a fight.”“Does that mean you should endanger your life?” He fired back. “I don’t care whatever danger surrounds you, but she is an adult and could make her own decisions.” Ruby suddenly chimed in, her voice filled with irritation. He drew his brows together, his frown deepening as he turned his attention to her. “Really? I’m starting to wonder if they used you to lure her out so that they could kidnap and harm