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 MoreZAVERIO’S POVThe week Gio had given me flew by fast, too fast. Von and I hadn’t packed for this trip so we were good to go anytime. Gio had offered to drive us to the private airport where the private jet was going to be waiting for us.It was too easy to say yes, but I needed to play my cards right and also keep Gio safe, my gut was telling me something was brewing in the background. No one had told me anything since I had been here and in my business, silence was deadly.“You don’t look too happy about returning home.” Von perked up beside me, he had been silent all day, giving me the space I needed to bond with my daughter.“I didn’t know it would be this hard to leave her behind.” Von cocked his head, not knowing where I was leading with this conversation. Alma had agreed to follow us because she felt this place wasn’t safe because Ava tried to kidnap her child.“Leave who behind?” “Alma and my daughter” I held up a hand before he could protest. “I want to take them back home tr
ALMA’S POVMy mother was standing in my home for the second time, taking in the décor as if she hadn’t seen it before. I didn’t speak, allowing her acquaint herself however she wished.No one was in the house except Martha who was taking a much needed nap. She would have loved to meet with the legendary Ava Boltran but her drugs sent her under and kept her there for hours.This meeting was purely Zaverio’s idea and he had bailed the moment Ava arrived, dragging Von with him as he left. It looked like a setup she had no interest in being a part of.Yes, her mother was alive. Yes, she was angry at her for sending her to the other side of world and never reaching out. No, she did not want a relationship with her, she didn’t mind if she stayed dead.Most of the answers in her head were still coated with anger and most of the time she let them simmer and boil. She didn’t owe the woman anything, not even her sympathy.Others gave it freely but she held onto hers for selfish reasons. She was
GIO’S POV“Out with it” I held in an irritated sigh, almost choking myself to death as I fought with my tie.Rose had been quiet since we left Norma’s home, and I hadn’t tried to spark up conversation, if she had a problem with me then she could come out and say, I didn’t have to coax it out of her like she was a child, yet here we were.“Out with what?” Rose watched my murder attempt but didn’t try to step in; she was enjoying the spectacle I was making of myself.I stopped, placed my hands on my hips and sighed again. “You’ve been pouting like a child for hours and I know why but I need you to woman and speak. We can’t function well if you’re going to shut everything inside.”“I don’t have anything to say.” Her jaw clenched, proving me right. We hadn’t known each other for long but long enough for me to know her tells, and now she was furious.“My life is in your hands, I don’t need you throwing me into the line of fire because you can’t stand my guts.”“I would never do anything th
ZAVERIO’S POV“You are fussing over me like a mother hen.” Martha glare held no heat and Alma was too busy arranging the blankets around her legs to notice. “You may be a mother now but maybe I need to remind you that I have lived on this earth more than you have.”“Why don’t you stop distracting me and enjoy my attention?” Alma sighed. “All I did was brew your favorite tea and now I’m making sure you’re tucked in properly.”“As if I need to be tucked in at my age” Martha snorted. “The doctor told me to rest not rot away like a forgotten egg.”I smiled, rubbing my nose into my daughter’s hair. It was simple and charming to watch them bicker and whine. There was no basis but I didn’t think I would ever grow tired of watching Alma pour life into people.Nadine was taking a nap, Von was somewhere in the house catching up with his family, and Gio and Rose were on their way back; I didn’t know if she would return with good news; and a bothersome voice kept telling me my time was up.Alma h
GIO’S POVMy palms were sweaty and I rubbed them on my pant suit, this was the only time I could show a moment of weakness. The Prime minister summoned me like she was the queen of England, and even if I was irritated, I needed to show up or a particular someone would pick me apart.Walking into the halls of grand home was new, and I looked to Rose who didn’t look as panicked as I felt. Her face was an unreadable mask, and I made a note to ask her to teach me how to pull that off.“Madam will be with you shortly, if you wouldn’t mind waiting in the living room” The butler waved a hand to an open door, bowing as we passed.I waited till he locked the door and I was sure we were alone until I spoke. “Don’t you think the butler is a little extra? I mean, I know it’s a big house but a butler?”“Most people like to have them around” Rose shrugged. “I can’t imagine running down those stairs to open the door, and running back up because god forbid you forgot your purse.”“Then why the need t
ALMA’S POVThe woman I now knew was my mother left the same way she came; only this time I noticed her leave. The striking resemblance overshadowed the doubt in my mind. There was no doubt that she was my mother.There were so many emotions fighting for attention in my chest; relief, confusion, fear, distrust. Where do I even start? I grew up thinking my parents were dead, and a few months ago I thought my father was Quinn.I scrubbed my face with my hands, wishing I could flip a switch and turn my brain off; it was getting exhausting to think about the abyss my life was disappearing into.Is that why Quinn left this house to me? This was a way to bring me back to my mother even though he didn’t know he was going to die at the time, but Zaverio hadn’t handed the letter to me like he was supposed to do.If Gio hadn’t given me that letter, I wouldn’t be here in this confusing loop, hearing about people that were supposed to be dead.“Hey, do you want to sit for a while.” Nadine didn’t t
AVA’S POVI had prepared myself for this day, what was there to think about? She was my daughter, it was simple like that. My eyes roamed the younger version of myself, she had more curves than I ever did, and she certainly didn’t take my smile.Her eyes were alight with joy and laughter, and I immediately understood the dynamics in the room and who the father of my granddaughter was. It was a good match; she didn’t need the politics of her family to choose right.Having children in this line of business was like a game of chess, sometimes people were lucky to fall in love, I scoffed in my mind, love and I had a very complicated past.I was the leader of one of the most dangerous organizations in the world, yet I felt so small in this small room filled with people that clearly loved or respected each other. This was far from the scene I was used to, and I shifted uncomfortably in my position.She hadn’t noticed me yet and it irked the perceptive side of me. Any Boltran knew to take st
ALMA’S POVI sipped my lukewarm tea, trying not to think about what Zaverio’s was doing or how he was. Seeing him eradicated almost everything I thought I was feeling; leaving in its place something I wasn’t ready to analyze.He was wonderful with Zara, and she was smitten by her father. It was always easy to slip into the thought of family when I saw them together. Zaverio and I had created a being so beautiful, so pure.I sighed, fixing on the word I never allowed into my head- pure. Zara was the defintion of it, but so were most children. She was unaware of the paths her forefathers had walked and the path she may be required to follow.Zaverio and I haven’t spoken at length since his arrival, one thing or the other was always coming up and when he was spending time with his daughter, I never wanted to encroach in that space.I had had her for months, she wasn’t going anywhere, even though Damien and his unnamed colleague had tried to kidnap her. My heart warmed at the thought that
ZAVERIO’S POVVon grabbed my shoulder when I made to move towards the door. “Are you insane? We don’t even know who’s standing behind that door. It could be a trap.”“We are trapped in here regardless if it is a trap” I shrugged his hand off. “There’s only one entry and exit, even if we want to fight our way out, we are still on the short end of the stick.”“I’ll open the door.” Von gave me his gun. “If it is a trap, I’ll get shot and you have the chance to see who you’re shooting at.”I hated it every time he tried to put my life before his, I hated the dynamics but I knew it had to be done. I walked beside him to the door, holding the gun out, praying to every being in the universe that this wasn’t going to blow off in our faces.“For a second I thought I had the wrong container.” The women said as she walked passed Von, holding up her phone. “But the tracker is hardly ever wrong.”“Who the fuck are you?” I pointed my gun at her, feeling a jolt of respect when Rose did the same.“Wh
“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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