.ANTONIOThe bastard's way of retaliating ended up costing me millions, far exceeding the value of his damn car. It wasn't just the financial hit that bothered me, but also the disappointment it would bring to my customers. The arrival of the products had been delayed and had had my customers breathing down my neck, threatening to take their business elsewhere if I didn't deliver by week's end. And just when the products finally arrived, that bloody Diego sold me out to the feds. He would pay for what he did, and of that, I would make sure.“When is the annual golden auction again?” I asked Marco.The golden auction was an annual gathering for New York’s elites that was initially conceived to raise funds for the less privileged but is now largely attended by the wealthy to flaunt their wealth and power. Nonetheless, it remains a prime opportunity for networking. Initially, I had intended to skip this year's event, but not anymore. Now I had other plans.“Tomorrow.” He replied.“Get p
ROSALINDAThe opulence of the hall was unmistakable, from the lavish decorations to the regal demeanour of the attendees. It was my first time attending the annual golden auction, and I couldn’t help but be awestruck by the sheer display of wealth and grandeur.With my hand hooked around Antonio’s, we gracefully navigated the hall, engaging in conversations with the wealthiest people in New York. Antonio proudly introduced me to them as his wife, filling me with an overwhelming sense of joy.“But I’m not your wife yet.” I whispered into his ear after the third introduction.“You’d be tomorrow. What’s the difference?” He replied with a charming smile that melted my heart.A smile curled on my lips. “Have you told my dad about it?”“What?” “The marriage.”His forehead creased. “Does he need to know?”“Yes.”I was supposed to inform my family and even my best friend Ruby about the impromptu marriage earlier today, but I got carried away, as I was in bed all day with Antonio. We never g
ROSALINDAThe anger resonating within me was soon replaced by fear when I caught sight of Antonio approaching us. The intensity of the dangerous anger burning within him was palpable in his features and the way he strode towards us. I feared that something deadly would happen once he got to where we were. Blowing out the air accumulated in my lungs, I miraculously found the strength to push Liam off me and stand on my feet, facing Antonio and blocking him from doing whatever he wanted to do.“Rosalinda, move.” He groaned. “Antonio, please.” I said, rubbing my palm over his chest to soothe him. “Please don’t.”“I said move.” He insisted. “No. Please.” I wasn’t backing down. “We shouldn’t cause a scene here.”“Antonio.” Marco suddenly appeared beside us, holding him by his arm. “Don’t let your anger control you. Think before you act. Just let it go.”He shut his eyes tightly, his lips pressed tightly together, and his nose flared. Flicking his eyes back open, he pointed his index fi
ROSALINDAI wouldn’t lose Sofia. I wouldn’t lose Sofia. I wouldn’t lose Sofia. I kept chanting on the way to the hospital to avoid imagining extremely terrible scenarios. Scenarios that were threatening to make my heart jump out of my chest just at the thought. The perturbed expression on my parents faces when we got to the hospital made my heart break even further. I hated to see them that way. “Mama, Papà.” I called as I sank into their arms at once, my eyes streaming with tears. Pulling away from them and searching for answers in their faces, I asked. “How is she? Where is she?”Papà sighed, and Mama was completely quiet. This was bad, I thought, as the fear gripping me by the throat squeezed even tighter. “How is she?“ I asked again, impatiently. “The doctors said they would have to evacuate the babies now.” Papà finally answered. Oh, no. She was only seven months along. “Why? Would they survive? Sofia? The babies?”He nodded, and a sense of relief coursed through me, thoug
ANTONIOMe and Rosalinda’s minds were troubled all night. Just that it was for different courses—she was troubled about her sister’s safety, while I was troubled because of her safety. I received a disturbing text from an unknown number on our way to the hospital last night, and I hadn’t been able to get it out of my mind. It was a threat to Rosalinda's life. I had always known that being with her would make her a target for my enemies, but I never anticipated it happening so soon. Words about how much I cared about her would have gotten out, painting her as a prime target for those seeking revenge against me. When I ascended to a position of power in the underworld, accumulating a lot of enemies with the successes I had made with the business and putting a lot of them out of business, I vowed never to let anyone in the form of a lover be my weakness. But… Rosalinda came, and all my self-imposed barriers crumbled in an instant, even without realizing it. She became the most importa
ROSALINDA I didn’t know if it was from crying too much, but my entire body felt weak and sick. Regardless, I still found the strength to go see my sister, as I couldn’t wait for a second longer. I needed to see for myself that she was fine, even though I had been told that she was. Antonio had suggested we go see the doctor first, insisted even, but I was adamant on seeing my sister first. I had dreamt about losing her to the cold hands of death during my brief nap, and my heart couldn’t help but beat faster as we got closer to the ward she was in. What if my dream was true? What if I truly lost her? What if they told me she was fine just to give me fake comfort? My mind wouldn’t stop being a dark mess, as those thoughts coursed through my mind. Stopping in front of the room, Antonio opened the door and held it for me to enter. My eyes lit up, and warmth saturated my entire body when I saw Sofia laying on the bed, surrounded by my family. She was alive! My lips spread into a very
ROSALINDA“Wait, how?” Sofia asked, confusion masking her features.“This is crazy.” Giovanni remarked.“Really crazy,” Matteo agreed.Papà, who had been quiet all along, finally spoke, rage sipping through his every word. “How did it happen? When? You dared mess with my daughter and had the guts to sign a marriage agreement with my other daughter. What are your intentions? What do you aim to get from this?!” Before any of us could reply, he continued, his voice raising. “And you pretended to help look for the father all these while when you were in fact the father.” Visibly enraged, he raised his hand, pointing at Antonio. “I. will. Not. Forgive you for this.”Antonio just folded his arms around his chest, not uttering a word as he watched everything play out. He wasn’t even bothered. The look he gave me said nothing but “It’s all on you.”Now, I had to explain how much of a whore I was, which led to the birth of Carlo before Papà burned the whole building down.Inhaling and exhalin
ROSALINDA The water cascading down my body was smoking hot. Even hours after leaving my family, the sting hadn’t dulled. Maybe the heat would drift my mind away from the lingering embarrassment, I thought. But it was a futile attempt. With each droplet, their disapproving faces flashed in my mind—the disdained expression they all had on when I confessed about the masked party that resulted in Carlo’s pregnancy. Damn it! I didn’t think I could ever face them again. With a sharp exhale, I turned off the shower after what felt like an eternity and wrapped myself in a towel.The door to the bedroom creaked open, and a smile tugged at my lips. Antonio came back earlier than expected, I thought.Stepping out of the bathroom, I muttered. “You’ve not been gone for long, but I missed you alrea...”I trailed off, my smile faltering, when I caught sight of the woman who was here, lying naked on the bed the other day. Rebecca, was it? I thought Antonio had made sure she would never come in he
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