Aria is a business mogul who is dashing, beautiful and intelligent. She is 29 now, and her dying father has chosen a man for her, for the sake of the family business and his happiness. She is ready to marry anyone, except for Lorenzo Walter; the wicked mafia Lord who froze her heart.
View MoreJust as Isabella was about to make her daring escape, Salvatore aimed his gun and fired a shot in her direction. The sound of the gunshot was deafening, causing me to instinctively cover my ears.I stifled a scream, fearing the worst for Isabella. But to everyone's astonishment, she managed to roll on the floor and slip through the gates just as they were closing. It was as if she had anticipated the gunshot. She had actually managed to get away, and I couldn't help but feel responsible for the entire situation.I couldn't understand why they had captured her in the first place, but she must have done something terrible to Salvatore. From the snippets of conversation I had overheard, it seemed she had poisoned him, and now she had vanished. It was all my fault. If only I had minded my own business, none of this would have happened."Ugh!" Salvatore yelled in frustration, throwing his gun to the floor. He placed his hands on his waist, seemingly contemplating his next move. His breathin
As I continued to perform my duties, I couldn't help but think of Salvatore. I found myself standing in one place, dusting the living room sofa for what seemed like hours, completely lost in my thoughts about him.Various questions raced through my mind, consuming my every thought.What was he injecting himself with?Is he sick?Could it be drugs?I quickly dismissed the last question as a possibility. He always appeared well put together and composed, so I doubted he was an addict. If he isn't on drugs, then what could it be?I am well aware that it is not in my place to ask such personal questions. I'm just supposed to take care of my duties and mind my business, but my curiosity is getting the best of me. I can't help but feel intrigued by him.Why didn't he respond to me when I dropped off his food? Did he feel embarrassed because I caught him doing something I shouldn't have seen? I just hope he's all right.I can't help but be drawn to him. Like a moth to a flame, I have this fee
Salvatore’s POV"You think you're smart, right?" I hissed, my grip tightened on her arm as I prepared to exact my revenge.Isabella's eyes widened in surprise. I could see a flash of fear in them. Good. She should be scared."How did you-?" she started.Before she could finish, I punched her in the mouth. She fell to the floor and was knocked out immediately.I stared at her still body in disgust. Time to teach her a lesson.*Half an hour later, I stared at Isabella and watched as she slowly regained consciousness. For a moment, she looked confused then she looked around and realised where she was. She tried to scream but no words could come out because her mouth was gagged. She tried repeatedly but only more muffled noises could be heard.I could see the sheer terror in her eyes. I smirked. I feed on fear.I ordered my two most trusted men; Matthew and Charles, to take her to the dungeon. They tied her to a chair and gagged her.Various torture methods flowed through my mind as I lo
Salvatore’s POV I sat in my luxurious leather chair, I couldn't help but feel a sense of power and control. I was sitting at my grand mahogany desk, working diligently on my sleek, high-tech laptop. My fingers danced across the keyboard, putting together a symphony of illicit deals and carefully calculated moves. The soft hum of the laptop's fan provided a soothing background noise, allowing me to focus on the tasks at hand. The weight of my gold rings and the cool touch of my expensive watch served as constant reminders of the empire I had built.Suddenly, the heavy oak door to my office creaked open, and in walked my assistant, Isabella. She was the only woman that had the right to walk into my office without having to ask for permission.She was the epitome of beauty and seduction, with her long, flowing hair, piercing green eyes, and a figure that could make any man weak in the knees. Her outfit was a perfect blend of sexy and cute, a tight-fitting pencil skirt paired with a del
Melissa’s PovWell, it’s been days since I’ve started working as Salvatore’s maid and I must say, things have been going great, I rarely see him at home and most of the time, I’m left to do my job without any hassle. However, today is my day off and I’m headed back home to see my mum.I quickly grabbed my bag and head out of Salvatore’s mansion, hailing a cab to take me home. As the cab drives me towards my mother’s house, I can’t help but feel anxious about seeing her. She’s been sick for a while now and I know that it’s not easy for her. But I’m relieved to know that Gabriela, her friend, is taking care of her while I’m at work.As the cab pulls up to the front of the house, I take a deep breath and stepped out. I was greeted by the sight of Gabriela, who looks up and gave me a warm smile."Melissa, it’s good to see you. Your mother has been waiting for you," she says as she welcomes me inside.I nod and follow her into the living room where I find my mother resting on the couch. S
Salvatore’s POVI couldn't believe it. She had probably seen that scar. My heart was pounding in my chest, my mind racing with thoughts of what she must be thinking. I had been so careful to keep my distance from her, but now it seemed that fate had other plans.But I couldn't let myself get distracted. I needed to focus on the task at hand. As I picked up my ringing phone, I saw that it was one of my men, Marco, calling me. I answered the call, trying to keep my voice steady and calm."What's the problem, Marco?" I asked, trying to sound calm."Boss, we have a situation at the warehouse," Marco replied, his voice tense."What kind of situation?" I asked, already starting to feel the weight of responsibility settling on my shoulders."There's been a break in. We don't know who did it yet, but we need you to come down here and take a look," Marco said, his voice growing more urgent. I knew that the situation must be really bad.I frowned, wondering who could be behind the break-in. We
Melissa’s pov:As I sat in front of Salvatore Moretti, my heart raced and my palms began to sweat. I couldn't believe that the man I had mistaken for a guard just yesterday was the notorious mafia boss himself. I felt a lump forming in my throat and my mind raced with all sorts of thoughts. I was very scared of what was to come."What am I doing here? How did I get myself into this situation?" I thought to myself. I wish I didn’t take up this job.Salvatore sat behind his desk, his piercing gaze locked onto me. He was calm and collected, his face void of any emotion. I couldn't help but feel intimidated by him, especially since I knew how much power he retained in this city."You are Melissa, right?" Salvatore spoke, his voice deep and bossy. I was sure he had asked Maria what my name was, this means I’m in big trouble.I nodded nervously, too afraid to speak."You have been appointed as my personal maid," Salvatore continued. "I expect you to carry out your duties efficiently and eff
Melissa’s POVI stood nervously in front of the huge, ornate door of Salvatore Moretti's mansion, my heart pounding in my chest. As the door creaked open, I was greeted by an old lady dressed in a black and white uniform. She introduced herself as Maria, the senior maid."Welcome, Melissa. Your mother has told us a lot about you. We are glad to have you here," Maria said, her tone kind but firm."Thank you, Maria. I'm a bit nervous, to be honest," I replied, feeling relieved to have someone to talk to."Don't worry, dear. We'll show you the ropes and make sure you settle in smoothly. But you should know, Melissa, that Mr. Moretti is not a man to be trifled with. He can be wicked and mean, and he doesn't tolerate mistakes."I felt a chill run down my spine at the mention of Moretti's name. I had heard stories about him from my mother, about how he was a dangerous and ruthless mafia kingpin who ruled over his empire with an iron fist. I prayed that I wouldn't cross paths with him, that
Melissa’s POVI stood nervously in front of the huge, ornate door of Salvatore Moretti's mansion, my heart pounding in my chest. As the door creaked open, I was greeted by an old lady dressed in a black and white uniform. She introduced herself as Maria, the senior maid."Welcome, Melissa. Your mother has told us a lot about you. We are glad to have you here," Maria said, her tone kind but firm."Thank you, Maria. I'm a bit nervous, to be honest," I replied, feeling relieved to have someone to talk to."Don't worry, dear. We'll show you the ropes and make sure you settle in smoothly. But you should know, Melissa, that Mr. Moretti is not a man to be trifled with. He can be wicked and mean, and he doesn't tolerate mistakes."I felt a chill run down my spine at the mention of Moretti's name. I had heard stories about him from my mother, about how he was a dangerous and ruthless mafia kingpin who ruled over his empire with an iron fist. I prayed that I wouldn't cross paths with him, that
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