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174Emilia’s POVThe van’s interior smelled like sweat and stale cigarettes, an oppressive mix that churned my stomach. My hands, bound tightly behind me with rough rope, ached, and the gag they’d stuffed into my mouth earlier left my lips dry and cracked. They had removed it after they transferred me from the SUV into a van decided I was “safe enough” to keep quiet. Safe. I almost laughed at the absurdity of it.I shifted against the hard metal floor, the cold seeping through my clothes, and tried to steady my breath. My heart hammered in my chest, loud enough that I thought they might hear it over the growl of the engine. The men sat in the front seats, talking low enough that I could only catch snippets of their conversation. Fear bubbled up in my throat as I found my voice.“Please,” I said, my voice trembling. “Please, let me go. You’ve made a mistake—I’m no one important. You don’t need me.”The man in the passenger seat, a wiry guy with greasy hair who reeked of tobacco, glance
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175Alaric’s POVBlood still seeped through the hastily applied bandages around my torso, and every breath felt like fire scraping through my lungs, but I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop. Not while Emilia was still out there, God knows where, and I was stuck here, feeling useless.The main room was buzzing with tension as my men filtered in, some fresh-faced and ready for orders, others worn down by the constant chaos of the last few hours. Allesio hovered near the corner, his eyes darting to me with a mix of concern and frustration. I knew he wanted me to rest, but I didn’t have the luxury of time or the patience for his nagging.“We hit every lead,” I said, my voice low but sharp enough to cut through the hum of conversation. “What did we find?”Silence.“Nothing?” My voice rose, the sharpness replaced with fury. “You mean to tell me that in all this time, not one of you has anything? Not one goddamned clue where they’ve taken her?”Luca, one of my lieutenants, stepped forward. “We’r
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176Emilia’s POVThe room was dark, and the air reeked of mildew and stale sweat. My entire body ached, and every movement sent sharp stabs of pain rippling through me. My cheek still throbbed where that bastard had hit me, and the coppery taste of blood lingered on my tongue. I didn’t dare try to stand; the last time I did, I’d nearly passed out from the dizziness.Instead, I stayed curled up in the corner, my knees pulled to my chest, trying to make myself as small as possible. The dirty concrete floor was unforgiving, but at least it was cool against my feverish skin.Voices filtered in from outside the room, low and muffled. I strained to hear, desperate for any scrap of information that might make sense of this nightmare.“Alonso won’t like this.”The name cut through the haze of my exhaustion. Alonso. Cruz. The don of their syndicate. The one who has had scores to settle with the Castillo family for as long as he could breathe. The one who Alaric hated more than anything else. T
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177Emilia’s POVThe stench of the room was suffocating—sweat, alcohol, and something metallic that I couldn’t quite place. My head hung low, my body too weak to sit upright for long. Days had passed—how many, I didn’t know—and the ache in my bones felt permanent now. I’d been left alone most of the time, which, as degrading as this situation was, had become a small mercy.Until tonight.The sound of boots scraping against the concrete floor reached my ears before the door groaned open. I flinched involuntarily, my hands curling into weak fists as three of them entered the room. I recognized them immediately: the smug one with the crooked nose and greasy hair, the one who had smacked me in the van, and a wiry man who always seemed to watch me a little too closely.“Look at her,” Crooked Nose said, his tone laced with mockery. “She’s barely got any fight left.”“Bet she squeals just the same,” the wiry one replied, his words making bile rise in my throat.“Shut up,” I hissed, though my
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178Emilia’s POVThe world around me felt like it had dissolved into static. My body moved because Alonso’s men pulled me forward, their grips firm but not cruel. I stumbled over my own feet, too stunned to resist, too dazed to speak.The blood-streaked room was now behind us, but its horrors stayed lodged in my mind: the gunshots, the bodies, Alonso’s fury. And then there was the name. Alessandra. My name. According to him.“This way,” one of the men grunted, guiding me toward a sleek black SUV parked just outside the warehouse.I yanked my arm out of his grasp, finding a shred of my voice through the haze of confusion and fear. “Don’t touch me!”He raised his hands in surrender, glancing at Alonso, who stood a few feet away, watching me. “It’s for your safety,” the man muttered, stepping back.“Safety?” I snapped, my voice trembling. “You just killed three people in front of me. How the hell is this safe?”Alonso approached then, his expression unreadable. His tailored suit, still i
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179Emilia’s POVThe maid, Rosetta, moved around the room like a ghost, her steps light and deliberate. She set down a tray on the table near the bed—a steaming bowl of soup, a glass of water, and a neatly folded napkin. I stayed perched on the edge of the armchair by the window, as far from her and the bed as I could manage without leaving the room entirely.“You should eat something,” she said gently, her voice thick with an accent I couldn’t place.“I’m not hungry,” I muttered, keeping my arms crossed over my chest.She hesitated, her dark eyes flicking to me with a mixture of pity and concern. “You’ve been through a lot, signorina. It will help.”I didn’t respond, staring out at the sprawling villa grounds instead. Perfectly trimmed hedges, a fountain bubbling softly in the center of the courtyard, and beyond that, a stone wall that loomed like a fortress. It was beautiful in a way that made my skin crawl.The maid left without another word, and the silence in the room settled ove
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180Emilia’s POVThe heavy, ornate doors of Alonso Cruz’s villa loomed ahead as I marched toward them, every step fueled by a mix of defiance and desperation. My chest heaved, not from exertion, but from the rage simmering beneath my skin. Alonso’s words still rang in my ears: “You’re not going anywhere, Emilia. This is your home now.” Home? The absurdity of it made me want to scream.I wasn’t staying here.“Open the door!” I yelled, my voice reverberating through the marble hall. Two guards exchanged a look but didn’t budge.“Let me out!” My fists pounded against the wood, the sound echoing like a gavel in a courtroom. The verdict was clear: I was trapped.When it became apparent they weren’t going to comply, I turned, pacing like a caged animal. My thoughts spiraled. How could I have let this happen? One moment, I was enduring hell in a dank hideout, and the next, Alonso Cruz was calling me his daughter and dragging me into a gilded prison.My real father.A bitter laugh bubbled up,
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181Alaric’s POVThe office was eerily quiet, save for the soft hum of the monitors and the occasional shuffle of papers as Allesio sorted through reports. I stood by the window, staring out at the dark city. Its usual pulse of life felt muted tonight, like it was holding its breath alongside me.Emilia was out there. Alone. Possibly hurt.My grip on the glass of whiskey in my hand tightened until my knuckles went white. I hadn’t slept more than three days—not since she was taken. Every lead had been a dead end, every second wasted felt like an eternity, and every beat of my heart reminded me of what was missing.Her.“Alaric.” Allesio’s voice broke through my thoughts. He stood near the door, holding a stack of papers. His face was drawn, the lines of stress deepening. “We might have something.”I turned, placing the glass on the desk. “What is it?”He hesitated, a telltale sign that whatever he had to say wasn’t good. “Our men tracked a vehicle matching the kidnappers’ description.
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300Allesio’s POV The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. Alaric sat at the head of the long mahogany table, his jaw clenched, fingers drumming impatiently against the polished wood. Around him, his most trusted men stood at attention, awaiting orders.“She only took her car and even that’s untraceable. No flights booked in her name. No trace of her anywhere,” one of the men reported.Alaric exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “I don’t give a damn how much it costs—find them. If they’re hiding, make them regret it.”I sat back in my chair, rubbing a hand down my face. This was getting out of control. I had been barely holding it together as it was, knowing Rosa had shut me out completely. The only thing keeping me from losing it entirely was the fact that Alaric was just as on edge. Maybe more. He was spiraling without Emilia, and I couldn’t blame him. It had been days. No calls. No messages. Nothing. And with Emilia being pregnant? Yeah, he was losing his mind.
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299Rosa’s POV. I tried to keep it together. God knows I did. But no amount of pretending, no amount of running, could stop the inevitable.The moment we got back from our trip and crashed out at an hotel nearby, I felt it creeping in. The pain, the longing, the absolute stupidity of my heart. I hated the way I reached for my phone only to remember I’d blocked him, the way my chest tightened at the sight of a dark-haired man on the street, the way I found myself rereading our old texts like a fool.It all came crashing down on me right now.We were sitting on the bed, a ridiculous reality show playing in the background. She had a bowl of popcorn in her lap, her focus barely on me, but she must’ve sensed something was off because she suddenly turned to me with narrowed eyes.“You’ve been weird since we got back,” she said. “What’s wrong?”I shook my head. “Nothing.”She scoffed. “Right. And I suddenly am not angry with my husband.”That made me crack a smile, but it didn’t last. I pre
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298Rosa’s POV. The sun was already high in the sky, glistening off the infinity pool as I stretched out on a lounge chair, soaking in every last second of this trip. Our trip. The trip that Emilia and I had taken to escape, to breathe, to exist without the weight of betrayal pressing down on our chests.Emilia sat beside me, oversized sunglasses covering most of her face, her drink in hand as she let out a satisfied sigh. “I’m not ready to go back.”I groaned in agreement. “Same. Reality sucks. We should just stay here forever, become beach bums.”She turned to me with a smirk. “Tempting. But I think Alaric would burn this entire resort down looking for me. And Allesio...” she trailed off, hesitating.I tensed but forced myself to act unfazed. “Allesio is the least of my concerns.”She didn’t believe me, obviously, but she let it slide. “Fine, fine. No men talk. Today is all about us, and we are going to make the most of it.”“Agreed,” I said, clinking my glass against hers. “One la
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297Allesio’s POV. I paced the length of the living room, phone pressed to my ear, listening to the endless ringing before it cut off to voicemail. Again.“Rosa, it’s me. Call me back. Please.”I hung up, sighing as I rubbed my hand down my face. This was getting ridiculous. She had shut me out completely—her number wasn’t going through, my texts weren’t delivering, and she was nowhere to be found. It had been two days. Two days of absolute silence. Two days of losing my goddamn mind.And to make things worse, Alaric wasn’t doing any better.“Where the fuck did she go?” Alaric snapped, storming into the room, his phone gripped so tightly his knuckles had turned white.“Still nothing?” I asked, already knowing the answer.His jaw clenched. “No. Nothing. She’s not answering her phone, and none of my men have any clue where she and Rosa went. They just disappeared.”I let out a low whistle. “Damn. You really pissed her off, huh?”He shot me a glare. “Shut up. Like you’re any better? Ros
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296Rosa’s POVEmilia got up all of a sudden, a scowl on her face as she paced the length of her bedroom, arms crossed over her chest, her brows furrowed deep in thought.“And Alaric— he— he just acts like nothing happened at all,” she murmured to herself. I kept quiet, not knowing what to say to that, I just continued watching her walk up and down the room.I watched from her bed, one leg tucked underneath me, the other bouncing slightly. “You’re going to burn a hole in that floor if you keep pacing.”She ignored me, muttering to herself. “I can’t just sit here and wait for him to come back like nothing happened.”“You could slap him again.” I shrugged. “That seemed satisfying.”Her lips twitched, but she stayed serious. “No, I want to do something that actually gets under his skin.”I smirked. “Emilia, you are under his skin.”She rolled her eyes but didn’t deny it.I tilted my head. “What exactly are you trying to do here?”She stopped pacing and faced me. “I want him to go crazy w
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295Rosa’s POVI pushed open the door to my apartment, and the silence hit me like a punch to the stomach.It was the kind of silence that mocked me—taunting, suffocating. The kind that made it impossible to pretend everything was fine.I dropped my bag on the floor and let out a breath. I had spent the night at a hotel, needing to be anywhere but here. But now, standing in my own space, I realized that “home” didn’t feel like home anymore.Not with his scent still lingering in the air.Not with memories of him trapped in the walls.I walked to my bedroom, my heart pounding as I opened the closet. And there it was—the evidence that he had been here, that he had once belonged to me.His shirts. His jackets. His stupid, expensive cologne still clinging to the fabric.I yanked a navy-blue dress shirt off the hanger, my fingers gripping the soft material like it was personally responsible for my heartbreak.Then, slowly, I knelt and pulled out the shoebox under my bed. The one filled with
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294Allesio’s POVThe house was quiet.Too quiet.Alaric and I stepped into the grand hallway, the exhaust of the day still clinging to us like a second skin. We had just returned from a meeting, one that should have left me focused, but my mind had been anywhere but on business.Rosa.I hadn’t heard from her all day. Not a text, not a call. Nothing. What did I expect after all that had happened this morning?Alaric walked ahead, rolling his shoulders like he was already ready for another fight. “I need a drink,” he muttered.Then we saw her.Emilia.She was sitting in the center of the room, back straight, hands clasped in her lap. Waiting.Her eyes locked onto us the second we walked in, and the rage in them was enough to stop me in my tracks.Shit.Alaric frowned. “What happened?”Emilia stood slowly, every movement controlled, deliberate. Her jaw was tight, her nostrils flaring as she exhaled through them. “You bastards,” she hissed.Before I could ask what the hell was going on,
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293Rosa’s POVI don’t remember driving to Emilia’s house.One second, I was breaking down in my car, gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. The next, I was pressing the buzzer at the Castillo estate, my heart hammering in my chest.The guards let me in without hesitation.My legs felt weak as I made my way to the entrance. My head pounded from crying, my chest tight with the weight of everything I had just uncovered.Allesio used me.The thought sent another wave of pain crashing into me.I stormed through the mansion, barely acknowledging the staff as I headed straight for Emilia’s private lounge.I found her curled up on the couch, scrolling through her phone with a glass of wine in hand. She looked up at the sound of my footsteps, her brows immediately pulling together when she saw my face.“Rosa?” She sat up. “What—”I let out a broken sob.And just like that, she was on her feet, rushing toward me.“Hey, hey.” She grabbed my arms, her eyes scanning my f
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292Rosa’s POVI don’t know how long I sat on that bathroom floor, but by the time I finally stood up, my legs were stiff, and my face was a mess. I splashed cold water on it, rubbing hard like I could erase everything—the tears, the heartbreak, the betrayal.But nothing could wash this away.I gripped the edge of the sink, staring at my reflection. My eyes were red, my lips slightly swollen from trying to hold in my sobs. I looked like a woman who had just had her heart ripped out of her chest.Because I was.And the man lying in my bed was the one who did it.A fresh wave of anger surged through me.How could I have been so stupid? How did I not see the signs?The way he always changed the topic whenever I talked about my father’s business. The way he sometimes asked too many questions, even when I wasn’t saying much. The way I caught him looking at me like he knew he was doing something wrong but didn’t want to stop.I ignored every red flag because I wanted to believe in him.And
