Zaverio's eyes blazed with intense obsession. "You're mine to claim, and possess. I'll do whatever it takes to make you mine again, Alma." Alma's heart raced as she struggled to get out of his grip. "You can't own me, Zaverio. I'm not a slave to your selfish desires. Do not play with fire." Zaverio's voice dropped to a menacing whisper. "You're mine, Alma and so is that baby in your womb. I'll chase you to the ends of the earth, I'll burn down the world or burn in hell to keep you by my side." Alma's voice trembled with fear and desire. "You're a monster, Zaverio." Zaverio's face twisted into a snarl. "And you're the beauty to my beast, my cruelty, my obsession." **** Alma Sinatra, a beautiful and innocent young woman, has been bound to the Riccardo estate as a housegirl. But her life takes a dramatic turn when she falls deeply in love with Zaverio Enzo Riccardo, the son of the powerful and feared Italian drug lord, Don Riccardo. Their forbidden romance blossoms in secret, with Zaverio reciprocating Alma's affections. But their love is torn apart when Zaverio departs for Italy, rumored to be groomed to take over his father's criminal empire. Years pass, and Zaverio returns, transformed into a ruthless and cunning man. His cold exterior hides a dark past, and his eyes no longer sparkle with the warmth Alma once knew. Though his indifference pierces her soul, Alma's love remains unwavering even when Zaverio's desire for her body is undeniable. They engage in a passionate yet dangerous dance, Alma clings to the hope that Zaverio will rediscover the love they once shared. Will she be able to penetrate the armor of the man he has become, or will their love be forever lost to the darkness?
View MoreAlma's povI pointed at myself, “I’m sorry, are you talking to me?” The question sounded silly, even to my ears and I hoped he didn’t notice how out of style I was.“Yes.” He smiled warmly, “I don’t know if it’s the defiant white gown you have on, or the fact that you’re the most beautiful woman here, your friend comes close second of course.”Nadine giggled. “You’re sweet, and you seem to have a lot of words in that pretty mouth of yours. My friend here wants to have a good time; I will leave you both to it if you promise to treat her right.”He crossed the area above his heart. “I promise, besides I came here to have a good time as well. Your friend and I will be at that open table. You can see us anytime to keep an eye on her, and it also gives her room to escape if she finds out I’m boring.”I laughed, thanking Nadine with my eyes for making this easy for me. “I don’t think I’ll find you so boring that I’ll run away from you.”“You’ll be surprised.” He winked, flashing his perfect
ZAVERIO’S POVVon was seated in my office in a suit, which was surprising since he hated wearing them. He swore he’d never be caught dead in a suit, until the day he got married and his wife swore to shoot him if he showed up in jeans or sneakers.“You cleaned up nice.” I looked down at my open shirt and shorts. “I didn’t know it was that kind of meeting–to be honest, I forgot it was today.”“I thought as much.” Von nodded at me. “It has always been a rule after I got comfortable with suits that we wore them for serious meetings.”“I didn’t wear one, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have a spare. I’ll be right back.” I walked into the room I had installed in my office, pulling out one of the suits I hadn’t used yet.My back had never appreciated the makings of a chair, unlike my father who could sleep standing. I had the room attached for relaxation, and sometimes escape.Von was pouring himself a drink when I returned, and I shook my head in refusal when he held up a glass. “I don’t fee
Alma's PovIt shouldn’t have come as a surprise when Zaverio went right back to his old ways, bringing in women night after night, polluting the house with their sex noises. I shouldn’t have been able to hear it if I was in my room, but misery loved misery, and every night when he walked through the doors with a different woman on his arm, I would tiptoe up the stairs to his wing, and listen to the sound of my heart breaking over and over again.After a while I couldn’t bear it, and remained in my room, thinking myself to death about what I knew they were doing. It was unhealthy for me and the baby.I smiled, tucking a hand under my pillow and placing the other on my very flat tummy. I wondered when it would start to show. I was still uncertain about everything, and most nights when I was troubled by the man who had set my heart on fire, I was thinking of the future.Zaverio had said in no clearer terms that he wanted nothing to do with this baby, he didn’t even believe it was his ba
Zaverio's PovI stared dispassionately at the woman on top of me. Her big breasts were everywhere, and she held a hand over them to keep them in place. Her head was thrown back in what I assumed to be pleasure, but I wasn’t paying attention.She was one of the many women I had picked from the club recently, and brought back to the house. They loved the thrill of the night, the chase, the alcohol and mind blowing sex on their end.Von had said nothing to me since I began my sexual rampage, and the distance he put between us hurt, but I was back in a dark place. All I knew was sex, alcohol and cigarettes.Her pussy squeezed around my dick indicating she was about to cum, and I snapped back to reality, flexing my hips in a certain way until I threw my head back in pleasure, pouring my seed into her while she milked me dry.“Wow! That was amazing,” She said, pushing her wet bangs away from her eyes. “I need to pee then I’ll be solid enough for round two. Can you show me the bathroom?” I
Alma’s Pov“Excuse me?!” I stood with my mouth agape. I thought I had every angle covered, overthinking every question he would likely ask me, every tantrum he would throw, but this? How was I supposed to answer a question questioning my loyalty?“Did you ask me who the father of my child is?” I was beyond stunned by the audacity.Zaverio looked anything but disturbed or ruffled, he walked back to his desk and threw a piece of chopped liver into his mouth. “I believe you heard me the first time, am I supposed to accept that you’re pregnant with my child?”“You’re the only man I’ve been with these past few months; you’re the only man I’ve been with all my life. Who else is supposed to be the father of this child?”Zaverio barked out a harsh laugh. “Alma, I might be the boss, but that doesn’t mean I have no idea what happens under my roof. Sexual relationships are highly prohibited in this estate, as it curbs the mistake of reproducing.”“Do you think I don’t know almost everyone living
ALMA’S POVI rested my head on the cool tile in the bathroom. My vision was spinning and I had just finished puking my guts into the toilet bowl. I felt another rumble in my stomach and managed to push myself up in time to reach the toilet once more.“You look like shit.”“You don’t say.” My voice was weak, but I smiled at Nadine standing by the door. “I won’t be late today I promise. The morning sickness isn’t tiring me out much anymore.”“I can handle the task master if any questions come up, but I’m worried about how long you can keep up this secret.” Nadine handed me a towel she’d held under running water.“I have never been pregnant, and I haven’t had any pregnant friends, but I know the morning sickness is just the beginning. What happens when you start to show?”“I’ll start worrying about that when I’m four or five months pregnant. Right now, I am fighting to keep my internal organs in their rightful position, and trust me it’s a struggle.”“I saw that you rotated out of the ki
ZAVERIO’S POVI didn’t know what I was expecting when I opened the door to my home, did I think Alma was going to run down the stairs and jump into my arms like Bella? I had even imagined how I would sink into her softness and return her feverish kisses.The empty hallway erased the fantasies, knocking me down to cold, harsh reality. There was no one waiting for me, and if I had died a few weeks ago, I had no legacy to carry on after me.I nodded at the few staff loitering around, and they scampered off when I passed them, probably to hide in their rooms. The big bad Alpha was back, who knew what I had in store for them?It was too late to request a meal, so I opted for the salad sitting in the fridge. Nadine walked into the kitchen the moment I shut the fridge, she stopped in her tracks, staring at me with wide eyes.“Mr. Zaverio, I didn’t know you were back. Is there anything you’d like me to make for you?” She asked. I raised the plate in my hand. “I’ll manage this for the night,
ZAVERIO’S POV“My coffee is cold.” Dr. Hassan grumbled, looking at me over his glasses. “You should treat me right because of my age, boy; nobody wants cold snacks or cold coffee.”“You live in the middle of nowhere Dr. Hassan, I can’t bring in anything hot for you. Have you considered living close by like a normal human being? What if there’s an emergency and I need to get to you?”He licked the sugar dusting his fingers, “The only emergency knocking on my door is you or one of your boys. How about you stay away from bullets? Nobody is going to come out here to shoot me.”“Not even your ex-wife?” I smiled, remembering the robust woman who had died a few years back. Everyone thought Dr. Hassan would close down his practice, but he buried his grief and pushed on. He had our unwavering loyalty for that.“Aliya is the only woman I know who would shoot herself in the foot if she held a gun.” Dr. Hassan’s face lifted when he smiled, showing the rugged handsomeness he had in his younger day
ZAVERIO’S POV“Have a seat.” I told Alvaro when we walked into my office, now was the best time for the meeting he wanted. I didn’t want him to think I went back on my word. I knew what he wanted to say, and the least I could do was listen to him.Alvaro took a good look around my office before he sat. “I don’t think I’ll ever be a sit behind the desk guy.”I smiled, pouring two cups of whiskey, offering him one. “You’ll say that now, because you’re still thrilled by the life in the streets. It’s invigorating to have men turn up for you at any time and reach for a gun when someone moves funny.”“My father worked for Favelo, and he could barely keep us afloat. I hated how loyal he was to him, even when it was glaringly obvious he was getting cheated every day.”“This war was personal for you too.” I raised my glass, “What happened with your father?”Alvaro’s face darkened with the kind of pain I was familiar with. “He got shot one day on his way back home. A bullet to the back of the h
“Zaverio,” his name echoed in my head, and happiness surged through my veins as heat spread up my neck, setting my cheeks on fire. It had been years since I saw him, and I wondered what he would look like, but I didn’t care. I had loved him and would love him forever. News had gotten out that he was returning to town. I had heard the other house helps gossip about it, but I hadn’t dared to hope until I heard Mrs. Riccardo say so herself, ordering them to decorate the house and make the mansion beautiful. I scrubbed the plate subconsciously, my hands working by themselves out of years of experience and practice. Lady Riccardo walked in, stern as ever she scowled."Better hurry, Alma," Mrs. Riccardo's voice cracked like a whip, sending a shiver down my spine. "We don't have much time. My son will be home any moment from now. Do your job." I nodded, my lips sealed, knowing better than to utter a word. Mrs. Riccardo's grip on the household had tightened like a noose since Don Riccard...
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