Masuk“I won't marry that girl!” Leonardo shouted angrily, throwing the contract papers off the table. Alessandro, looking out of the window, listened to his son’s outburst. The study, lavishly decorated with antique furniture and floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, was thick with tension.
"Leonardo. Try to understand. This wedding is very important for this merger," his father declared nonchalantly.
"No, Father, it is not fucking possible. I won't marry a slut like her," Leonardo refused sternly. "By the way," he narrowed his grey eyes sceptically. "I was supposed to marry Ricci's other daughter. So, why did they change the bride at the last moment?" he scowled.
"We don't know why they changed the bride. However, this marriage will only last for three years and not a real one, so it doesn't matter who the bride is," his father explained patiently, but Leonardo was not in a good mood to understand those things.
"Are you serious, Dad? You want me to marry a whore for a business deal ?! You can't force me to do anything. It's my life, for fucks sake," he huffed, throwing his hand in the air frustratedly.
"Leonardo, you have to marry her, and I am not asking you or giving you a choice, but... ordering you that this is inevitable," his father roared as his patience timed out. "You are supposed to be married to the Ricci girl only for three years, and after three years, whether you leave or divorce her, I won't stop you. I don't even care what you do after three years, but we need this merger for now to strengthen our company."
His father was a very good businessman but was never a good parent. He never cared about his child's feelings but wanted only power and status.
He was an emotionless man and had brought up Leonardo to be one like him, ruthless and heartless. So now Leonardo was a cruel devil just like his father and had no emotion in his heart.
His father had brought him up as an asset in business, which would make him more powerful, but it made Leonardo hate his father even more.
"I can't believe that you have become so blind that you can't even see the consequences. What about your reputation?! What will people say if you make a whore like her your daughter-in-law?! Are you not afraid that your respect in society will decrease?" Leonardo snorted.
"Mind your tongue, Leonardo!" His father barked. "And I don't care about what people say because only money and power speak and I can shut their mouth with my influence. You have no idea how much money and power we will get from this deal. This new status will take us to the height of success that no one has ever reached," he smirked cunningly before adding, "So it won't hurt to make a girl like her Morelli's daughter-in-law for three years. But remember that you must be in this marriage for the whole three years and don't make me repeat myself," his father threatened with a dangerous expression.
"Then please excuse me because I have no plans to get married in the future, and I cannot spoil my reputation just because of your fucking business deal," Leonardo said in a boring tone and began to leave the room. He had enough for the day.
"Leonardo, you can't defy me like this," Leonardo's father warned him, but he didn't stop."If you leave this room, I will disown you, and I will evict you from my property. You will lose your right over the Morelli Empire," he threw this trump card. "So the choice is yours. Live your life as you want and lose everything or marry that girl for only three years and rule the world like a king," he offered loudly, enough to make Leonardo halt at the door.
Leonardo closed his eyes, feeling the anger rush through his veins. He clenched his fists and took deep breaths to control himself as the killer Instinct within him kicked in, wanting him to kill someone right at that moment. He turned to face his father. His eyes were dark and emotionless as he stared back at his father.
"Fine, Dad! You won. I will marry the girl," he accepted firmly, raising his head. "Now, happy?!"
His father grinned triumphally.
"I appreciate your decision, son. Trust me, it's good for everyone. Now, you may leave," Alessandro said arrogantly before turning to his wife. "Let's start preparing for the wedding, darling," he ordered his wife.
His wife, Anna, nodded as she picked up her phone and dialed a few numbers. Leonardo watched as his parents enthusiastically called everyone to give them the news.
He was promised to marry Ricci's elder daughter, Kate Ricci, but their parents switched brides, and now Leonardo had to marry Sofia Ricci.
He felt hatred and anger claw his heart. He had heard the youngest daughter of the Ricci family was ugly and uneducated. The Ricci family didn't care about her because her mother was a bitch who betrayed her husband and used to sleep around. That was why Carlo Ricci left her and married Kat's mother. But now, her daughter, Sofia, was no better than her mother. She was following her mother intently.
Though it would be a contract marriage, he could not help but feel disgusted by the thought of being with a girl like Sofia Ricci for three years.
"Fuck!" He groaned, coming out of his father's study. "My life is so screwed," he yelled as he kicked the wall. "But wait for the worst to come, Sofia Ricci. I will make your life a living hell," he gritted out, staring at the void. "Welcome to hell, Sofia Ricci!" He sneered with hatred.
Cristiano answered the call, lifting the phone to his ear without a single word.Silence. Then a shaky breath on the other end.“Don Vitelli?” Raffaele’s hesitant voice broke in. “I— I know I wasn’t supposed to call you. But…”Cristiano’s eyes narrowed. His tone was ice. “But?”There was a long exhale, like the man was gathering courage he didn’t have.“I just want to know…” Raffaele’s voice cracked. “How’s Siena?”Cristiano leaned back in his leather chair, unreadable. “She’s fine.”Raffaele didn’t speak immediately — as if he was stunned by the simple answer. He hadn’t expected Cristiano to reply so calmly.“Thank you,” he whispered, relieved. “Please… take care of her. She’s innocent. She’s kind. She doesn’t belong in your world.”Raffaele bit his lip, the words spilling before he could stop himself.Cristiano couldn’t see his expression through the phone, but he heard him, and it irritated him.His voice snapped, low and sharp.“She does belong to my world. Don’t forget your pla
The news that Cristiano Vitelli’s wife was in the headlines had Vittorio furious. He didn’t want to argue about it at home, so he waited until they were in the office. Vittorio stood over Cristiano, hands on the desk. “What were you thinking when you did this?” he snapped. “Why did you go to her college and announce she’s your wife? Now it’s everywhere.”Cristiano stayed unnervingly calm. “I know what I’m doing, Father.”“Do you?” Vittorio barked. “Was it wise to reveal her identity? Do you understand what that means? They’ll be coming for her any day now.”Cristiano’s jaw tightened. He didn’t answer instantly.“I am not a kid, Father. Don’t worry — nothing’s going to happen. Why would they come after her just because I married her? And if you’re so worried, why did you make me marry her?” Cristiano snapped, irritation flickering across his face, but doing nothing to calm his father.Vittorio stared at his son for a long, hard minute. His jaw tightened. The words came out low and clip
A few tears slipped down her cheeks.Cristiano stood there speechless as Siena continued.“I can’t believe they abandoned me just like that,” she sobbed, and he couldn’t hold back anymore—he pulled her into his chest. She clung to him, crying harder.“I miss my mom… she loved me so much. How could she leave me like this?” Her voice cracked. “Raffaele was always so protective of me. How could my big brother just forget about me? And Silvia—my sister—she panicked every time I so much as sneezed. She studied medicine because she wanted to keep me healthy forever. How could she leave me?”Tears poured down her face.“And Dad… Dad was always worried about me. He made sure I never suffered, not even a little. He wanted the best of everything for me.” Her voice broke completely. “Now he’s gone… without a trace. Not even thinking twice about who would take care of his baby girl.”Cristiano cupped her face in his large palms and gently lifted her head so she would look at him.“I’m here, doll,”
The next morning, before Siena had even fully opened her eyes, Cristiano scooped her into his arms. He didn’t bother asking anything—not how she felt, not what she planned to do—he simply carried her straight into the bathroom, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.He wanted to bathe with her.The shower, meant to be a quick ten-minute rinse, stretched into an hour the moment his hands slid over her skin—time unraveled, and everything else ceased to exist. Siena was pressed to the shower wall, and he kept thrusting hard and fast, so deep into her. The steam enveloped them, warm water running over their tangled bodies. His touch was slow at first—possessive, hungry—and then everything blurred into breathless urgency against the tile. The world narrowed to the sensation of him, the water, the heat, the way he kept himself buried in her like she was something he couldn’t let go of.By the time their shower sex ended, Siena’s legs felt like they no longer belonged to her. Her
Moscow, late night — a tired barroom where whispers traveled faster than the vodka.“Pakhan,” a man hissed from the shadowed table. “The new Italian Don is married. The woman he married — she isn’t a secret anymore.”The Pakhan rose as if pulled by a wire. The room sucked in a breath; his face closed like a gate. Grey-streaked hair framed a hawkish face, hazel eyes so cold they cut through the smoke. His bulk filled the space; his presence — part animal, part authority — made the messenger swallow and every man at the table shrink back.“Finally,” the Pakhan muttered. “I found her.”He stared at the grainy photo passed around the table. For years, he’d kept a small, impossible hope buried — the only hope that the missing girl might still be alive. Now that hope slammed into terrible proof.“How are you so sure it’s her?” another voice asked, guarded.The Pakhan snapped his head around so quickly it might have cracked a bone; when his gaze landed on the man, it burned like a brand. “Be
When they finally broke apart, breathless, she gave him a playful push toward the steering wheel and gestured with her eyes for him to start the car.He exhaled deeply, as if reluctant to end the moment, before starting the ignition and shifting his focus on the road ahead.Their drive led them to a high-end music store, its glass walls showcasing rows of gleaming instruments. Her eyes widened in surprise and delight.“You brought me here?” she asked softly, turning to him.“It’s time to upgrade, mia piccola regina del rock. Go on, choose the best one.” he said simply, his tone firm but affectionate.She couldn’t help but smile as her eyes swept over the rows of guitars — and then she saw it, the one she had always dreamed of owning. It was right there in their collection. Without a moment’s hesitation, she picked it up, running her fingers lovingly over the sleek strings of her chosen instrument.“This one!” she said, turning to him with a bright grin. He nodded in approval before ha







