Earlier in the day, Bethany had gone to her real estate firm like the caring boss she thought she was. However, it wasn't long before she felt out of her element. She didn't understand most of the things that went on there, and the feeling of remoteness was creeping back in. So she left Lorient in charge and headed back home, determined to find her true passion because real estate certainly wasn't one. Maybe she went into it because it happens to be a profitable business, one that makes a lot of money, or maybe she was pressured into taking up a career to take charge of her adult life, either way, it just wasn't working anymore.
Back home, she set about preparing a recipe for baked donuts that she had seen on a television show. One of the cooks came to help her as her right-hand woman, since Bethany had no idea how things worked in her house, she didn't even know which drawer the cutlery was kept in. Which seemed shameful to her.
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Ciro spent his morning in the middle of Florence's main square, sweltering in the intense heat. He handed out some makeshift invitation cards to the passersby he saw passing by. Not just anyone, but those he judged to be elegant and refined. They would be his wedding guests.He thought about it for a long time and couldn't believe how stupid he had been to invite his acquaintances, but they weren't Bethany's friends. So, the first thing that occurred to him (I wouldn't say it was the best idea) was to invite complete strangers. And that way he would have no more advantage than the bride. On the most special day of their lives, they would both be surrounded by strangers.He returned home where the tailor and his assistants were already waiting. Without wasting any time, Ciro went into the living room and stood on a small round wooden stool so that the tailor could take his measurements.He looked closely at the man in the mirror, tall and strong. He had become an
It was three-fourteen in the morning (New York time). James got out of bed and left his room to go to his daughter's. He opened the door very carefully, making sure the hinges didn't rattle, and found her sleeping peacefully. He stared at her for several minutes, thinking she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Much of her charm was due to her mother, of that he had no doubt.He closed the door and returned to his room. He sat on the lower edge of the bed and took out his cell phone to make a call. The dial tone had its seconds of value.-Mr. Beghue, do you have any idea what time it is here in Italy? - Michael said sleepily.-No later than in the States, I assure you. - He said sharply. He did not raise his voice too much for fear of waking Lauren. -Don't waste any more time and tell me why you were so anxious to talk to me. Have you found anything yet? Do you know where Anne is?-The problem with you is that you think that we, the private dete
The Tonali brothers were lying in the front of the mansion, playing mini-golf. Bethany, unaware of such a boring game, decided to go out to the back garden and cool off in the cold water of the pool. After swimming from one end to the other without any purpose, she leaned on the curb on her stomach, leisurely sipping a piña colada.She wore a full-body bikini despite her fiancé's insistence that she wear a two-piece bikini. With her choice she covered the scar that unwittingly haunted her. The idea of being a mother weighed more heavily on her memories than just a few bitter moments. And the continuous failures in her attempts to get pregnant contributed to her anxiety. It was almost a pressure.She felt a body come up behind her back and press against her. Then, a wave of lustful kisses began to mark her neck, shoulders and back. Bethany took comfort in the ambrosial sensation and without shame or restraint, she leaned back, surrendering to the will of w
The day before the wedding, as is tradition, the rehearsal dinner was held in the backyard of the mansion. Ciro's friends and other acquaintances did attend this event, and Bethany was the one who invited them. The bride would take advantage of this moment to establish relationships with her loved ones. Or at least she would try to, the truth was that she could not get along with several of those who attended the meeting.Bethany didn't take kindly to the sight of Voslov arriving at the event. Clearly, she hadn't given him any warning. The Russian's intense black gaze locked onto Bethany and a chilling smile greeted her. The bride didn't want to appear frightened so she refused to obey that little voice in her head telling her to go somewhere else. She stood firm in her place watching the newcomer approach, flanked by two bodyguards who were dressed in suits and ties, even better groomed than Voslov.-I'd say she's the most beautiful bride I've ever seen. -He flattered
Inside the house, the protagonists of the event went to the wine cellar. She let herself be carried away by him. It was a pleasant feeling, to say the least.-What are we doing inside when there's a party going on outside; our party? –Ciro laughed as he pulled out a seventy-five reserve.-Too many people for my taste. - He turned around, uncorking the bottle with great ease. Making it clear that his strong arms were not just for show. He poured wine into two Savarovski crystal glasses, the finest and most expensive crystal in the world, and handed one of them to Bethany. The woman inspected them with extreme attention, admiring their elegant design. It was the first time she had seen such splendid art figures in her home.-There's wine outside too. - Bethany said hastily.-Not like this one. –He said to his fiancée who curiously brought the glass to her mouth and took a sip, understanding what he meant. The taste was so different and pure, with just the right amount of liquor. A moan e
On weekends, James did not go to the publishing house; those were his days off. He devoted them to his boxing gym. He trained young people and adults, women and men with the help of his two assistants. And sometimes, when the day was slow, he devoted himself to himself. Such was the case on that Saturday morning when he could be found punching a punching bag suspended in the air.Anyone who knew him knew that something was wrong with him, because he was hitting that inanimate object with determination, almost as if it could hurt him. He had not been the same since he was told the news of Anne's death, and anyone who wanted to help him, left with "the boards on their heads." Many already considered him a lost case, waiting silently for him to succumb to the bad consolation of alcohol.-James... - One of his assistant coaches asked him. The requested one did not pay attention.-James... - A second call that turned out to be equally ineffective.-James! - He raised his voice angrily, succ
The day of the big wedding was marked by clear skies and a not-so-stifling sun. The temperature was cool, something that had not been seen in Italy since the beginning of summer.Voslov stood at the window of his mansion, watching the mountains bathed in the golden glow of the sun. His eyes were sad and his attitude was that of someone in mourning. He had reason to believe that the day ahead was less wonderful than others believed."Sir, your breakfast is ready," said a young man whose small, puny frame made him look younger. Voslov turned to look at him with a dull look.He followed the little man into the dining room, a vast room with a gigantic oak table, absurd for a man who lived alone and did not allow his employees to sit down. He sat down at the top end, placed a napkin on his lap, waited for his cooks to prepare the dish, and began to eat. More than thirty employees were lined up waiting to receive an order."Is my suit ready yet? I'll be leaving
The hotel was the epicenter of chaos with employees running from one side to the other. It was a high-prestige wedding, nothing could go wrong. Voslov hastily cleared away the employees who were blocking the elevator, but not before asking where he could find the long-awaited protagonist. He pressed the button that would take him two floors up. In the hallway where the doors opened there was no one. A crushing silence echoed off the walls, interrupted only by their languid but firm footsteps.He stood in front of the door of one of the rooms. He inhaled and exhaled several times very quietly, giving the impression that he was performing some kind of ritual until he finally rang the bell. He was answered by a bodyguard."I want to see Ciro Tonali," he said, reserving his politeness."He's not available," was the man's direct reply. Voslov felt something spark inside him, making him furious. He couldn't tolerate such disrespectful treatment. Of course, the bodygua
Ciro was tying his tie with great effort, making mistakes over and over again until he lost his patience. He was not used to tying it himself, usually Bethany helped him, who did it in a flash. But this time he couldn't go to her or he would ruin what he had in mind. Surrendered to frustration, he left the knot badly tied and the tie crooked, thinking that it looked better than he thought, and even if it didn't, he wouldn't waste any more time on it. That ridiculous accessory had taken up a lot of his time, more than he spent on any other piece of his suit. Suddenly, a ringing sounded that wasn't his cell phone. It took him a while to realize that it was the small android he had confiscated from the detective. He walked over to the nightstand next to his bed and pulled the noisy device out of the top drawer where he had kept it. "Unknown" was written on the identifier, it was a number that wasn't regi
Bethany's bare feet touched the green grass, damp from the sprinklers the gardener had put up earlier.The iron gate was right in front of her, and it looked farther away than usual. Only by crossing those bars would she achieve freedom, or at least the beginning of it. She began to walk slowly, almost on tiptoe, being as stealthy as she could. It was early in the morning so Ciro was sleeping, if she didn't escape now, then there wouldn't be another one. She quickened her pace, feeling very slow, but the bars were getting further and further away.-Bethany! - She heard her captor's fierce scream from inside the house. Ciro had woken up. It didn't matter anymore to be stealthy. Her fast walk changed into a run for her life.She ran as fast as she could, but she still couldn't close the distance to the iron gate. And if her suffering wasn't enough, the dogs came out of their den straight towards her. She understood that they weren't there to keep her company but t
After leaving Michael's house, Ciro, with disgust making his blood boil, was about to arrive home, however, he was not ready to face his wife. What would he say to her? How would she react? This last question was what scared him the most. He had never reacted violently to her, not even the first time of her infidelity, but he was not sure he could handle it as well now. This time he felt like his soul was being squeezed and all he wanted was to destroy something with his fists, until he saw them bleeding and raw, and his anger flowing out through his wounds, they had to be huge openings. He stopped at a pole dance without being completely aware of what he was doing. His mind was only focused on revenge, as it could not be otherwise considering what he did. He sat at one of the tables to watch the women dressed in lingerie dance on the pole. He ordered a bottle of rum that he intended to drink
Everything was a blur. Flashbacks flashed through his mind where he was running, constantly looking back. He tripped and the next thing that took a bit of force in his memories was the sting in his head from a hard blow. As he fell, he remembered saying goodbye to those he loved.When he began to become aware of the events, the first thing he noticed was that his body was immobilized. His arms and legs were tied and dead to his will. Someone immediately removed the cloth bag that covered his head. It took him a few minutes to adjust his vision to the light; it seemed like he had a lighthouse right in front of him.-Good morning. –He heard a voice. He had spent a lot of time investigating and meddling in the Tonali's life to know that it was Brahim.He was standing very close to Michael while Ciro was a little further back, glaring at him. And around him were five men dressed in black. The detective noticed that they were in the house he had bought
Bethany had been craving a latte, so she decided to go down from the bedroom to the kitchen. Ciro had left for some time, somewhere she didn't know, and he still hadn't arrived.He entered the kitchen, which was completely empty. The maids had already left for their respective homes when they finished their work shift. He prepared his drink very slowly, not wanting the rush to spoil its good taste. Latte coffee was his favorite. Its flavor brought back family memories that stirred his nostalgic sense. He drank it out of a kind of masochism.She made a face of disgust when she saw Brahim entering, thinking she was alone. The man leaned his right shoulder against the edge of the entrance and prepared to look at her with seductive airs. Seeing that Bethany was not fazed by his eagerness, he took the initiative to approach her and moved one of her locks of hair away from her face."What do you think you're doing?" She asked as if it were the strangest thing anyone had ever done to her."W
Brahim was more focused on the rearview mirrors of the car than on the road. That mysterious figure behind the tree put him on alert. In their position, they could be police officers or enemies from other mafias, whatever it was, it was bad.- Answer me: why were you in that square? - Brahim asked Bethany, very seriously."What does it matter?" was the bland answer that made him furious. He slammed his hand on the dashboard of the car, stealing all of his companion's attention.-Damn it! Answer the question. -He looked at her with his eyes burning with anger.-I was waiting for nightfall so that when I got home, Ciro would already be asleep. - She lied skillfully. Brahim didn't care about Derek's life, nor did he care what she did or didn't do.-Well, you've caught the attention of some unwanted people. - Brahim said, moderating his tone of voice. Bethany followed his curious gaze to the rearview mirror to see an insignificant taxi following them.-Who do you think it is?"I don't kno
When Bethany arrived at the Tonali mansion, she found Ciro feeding the dogs. The Italian didn't notice his wife's arrival until he had already parked. In the past he would have approached her to greet her with a big hug, now he limited himself to spreading a sad smile without stopping his work. Bethany got out of the vehicle slowly, looking suspiciously at Ciro, thinking about what she had talked about with Brahim. Her stomach turned with disgust at the thought that the guy who had presented himself as an angel when she was in the hospital was actually a monster.- Where were you? - Ciro managed to ask before his wife disappeared into the house. It was not a possessive question but an attempt to start a conversation.- Walking. - He summed up, not wanting to get into a web of lies that could easily go wrong. Bethany continued into the house, and Ciro finished his work. He followed her into the ma
It was midnight and Michael was lying under a bridge in a little-frequented square in Florence. As soon as he heard about the raid on his house by Ciro's men, he grabbed a bag in which he packed a few cans of food and two changes of clothes, and he disappeared into the streets, wanting to hide from the Tonali brothers. He had played with fire, and now the fire was burning everything. He had to be careful not to get engulfed by the flames, so he got rid of all his identifications: fake and real; also cards, checks and his cell phone, any device that could put him on their radar.The money he had was enough to survive a few weeks, but sooner or later it would run out. He had to find a quick solution and that would be his employer: James Beghue. As soon as he agreed to his blackmail and paid the forty-eight million dollars he was asking for to hand over the information he had gathered. James was a man desperate to find out about his wife, so he was guaranteed that he would pay h
A small, not at all luxurious car parked on the sidewalk in front of Michael's house. A couple of men got out of it, dressed in tracksuits and tank tops, giving the impression that they had just come from the gym. They greeted the neighbors they passed very politely, and walked to the entrance. No one would suspect them; at first glance they seemed to be good people, and the ease and naturalness with which they entered Michael's house made one believe that they were acquaintances of the neighbor.- Check back. I'll take care of these areas. - One of the men ordered the other. He put on gloves and began to open drawers and move objects around. Ciro had given them precise instructions: to collect everything they could find, whether it was revealing or not. The Italian wanted to know who Derek was. Who his family was, what he did for a living, what size shoe size he wore... He wanted to know everything. Bu