Adriana’s POVI woke up groggy with my body aching from the uncomfortable position I had fallen asleep in. My head throbbed and my limbs stiffened and heavy. I blinked against the dim morning light filtering through the high windows while trying to gather my thoughts. My back was pressed against the door and my arms limp at my sides. I had fallen asleep on the floor tet again. The reminder struck like a cruel slap. I had been begging and Pleading with Rafael to bring my daughter back to me but he never listened. Just like before and Just like years ago. My throat was raw from the cries that had turned into hoarse whimpers in the dead of night and my eyes swollen from tears that refused to dry. But Rafael? He never came. Never relented and never cared because when he wanted revenge, no one and nothing could ever start in his way. Not even the old memories we had. A sudden push against the door startled me. I groaned forcing my stiff body to move. My hands found the cold floor and I
Rafael’s POVI hadn’t felt this level of unease in years. Maybe ever. I was used to control and to power and making the world bend to my will. But as I stood outside Isabella’s hospital room waiting for the doctor to explain what the fuck was wrong, I felt something I didn’t recognize. It felt like Impatience and frustration at the same time. A slow and creeping kind of fear that clawed at my chest like a beast ready to rip me open from the inside out. Adriana’s words still rang in my ears haunting me with their sharpness. "If my daughter dies because of you, I will never forgive you. I will become a nightmare you never saw coming."She had been in complete hysteria, screaming at me with a kind of rage only a mother could summon in the face of her child’s suffering. I had glared at her l furious that she was blaming me, and furious that she thought I wouldn’t do everything in my power to protect Isabella. But she wouldn’t stop. She kept yelling her voice cracking and her body trem
Adriana’s POVA slow and creeping awareness seeped back into my body pulling me from unconsciousness. My eyelids feel heavy as if weighted and as though I had been asleep for years instead of what I assumed had been mere hours. A dull ache pressed against my temples and my throat burned all dry and raw. I inhaled sharply, the sterile scent of antiseptic filling my nose and my stomach twisted violently. Panic settled into my chest like a vice remembering what had brought me here and how I had lost consciousness in the first place. Isabella. My eyes fluttered open and I immediately tried to sit up but a sharp sting shot through my arm. I gasped, looking down to see an IV needle taped to my hand and the last remnants of fluid dripping into my bloodstream. My body felt weak and drainrd as if I had been wrung out completely. I turned my head toward the door just as it was pushed open with a sharp creak. And Rafael stepped inside. With the white background, he looks like a fallen dark
Adriana’s POVThe hours passed like a slow And torturous drip of water with the silence of the room pressing in on me until it felt like I was suffocating. After Rafael left, the room was locked tight and the oppressivv stillness settled over me like a second skin. There were no windows and no way to tell if it was day or night just the sterile scent of the clinic and the weight of the decision I had just made crashing over me again and again. I paced the floor until my legs threatened to give out. I sat in the corner, pulled my knees to my chest and stared at nothing but all I could see was Isabella’s small body on that screen. I replayed Rafael’s cold and unforgiving eyes, the way he uttered those words like he hadn’t just stolen my soul with them. But more than anything, it was the helplessness that consumed me. I had signed myself away and shackled to the devil himseld for the faint promise that my daughter might live. The silence in the room felt like punishment. Each tick of
Rafael’s POVThe meeting was held in the heart of Sicily, in the kind of estate that old legends whispered about named the Villa di Sangue. It s a fortress masquerading as a mansion where the very walls seemed to hum with the history of blood, loyalty and power. It was inside this grand and intimidating structure that the monthly gatherings of the Brotherhood takes place. Men who could bring nations to their knees sat around the table, men who owned entire cities, commanded armies from the shadows and pulled the strings behind governments.We were seated at a long mahogany table. Each chair was filled by men who carried entire legacies on their shoulders starting from Luca who was silent but sharp eyed then Vincent who is stoic as ever with his arms crossed with that air of restrained violence then Enzo who was leaning forward slightly like a predator ready to pounce, his impatience thinly veiled under a smirk and lastly me. There was no mistaking it. I commanded my own space the mo
Adriana’s POVI don’t know how long I stayed curled up next to Isabella before the sterile scent of the room became unbearable mixing with the sharp sting of disinfectants and my own growing dread. Her hand was still so small in mine, her heartbeat steady but weak beneath the weight of the monitors. Why isn’t she have to be awake already? I needed answers. I needed to know how she truly was. And I needed to face Rafael to her most of the answers. The man has already collected my life and I’m just realizing I didn’t fucking read the contract. Anything and I mean anything could be there. Reluctantly, I peeled myself away from her while tucking the blanket tighter around her fragile form. I pressed a kiss to her forehead, whispering a silent promise against her clammy skin. I really cannot watch her like this even though the machines are beeping. When I stepped out of the room the hallway outside was empty save for two guards stationed near the end. I didn’t know whether they were the
Adriana’s POVI barely noticed Nathan trailing behind me as I hurried back through the maze of hallways on my own this time around. Maybe he trusts that I won’t be stupid to run away with my daughter still unconscious. My feet moved on their own while my head pounded with Rafael’s voice echoing through it.Those words gnawed at me like teeth sinking into fleshy and poisoning every thought. But I didn’t care about his threats right now. I just needed to get back to my daughter and hear her heartbeat all over the room. That is the only freaking thing that is making me stable on my feet. Nothing else. When I reached the room again the sterile air hit me harder than before. That sharp antiseptic scent clung to my nose and throat as I pushed open the door. The faint rhythmic beeping from the ECG machine welcomed me with each beat reminding me that she was still alive and still fighting to come back to me. She would never abandon me, I know that.Isabella lay there like a porcelain doll al
Rafael’s POVI leaned back in the leather chair behind my desk, staring through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my study. The morning light poured in, slashing long shadows across the marble floor, but it did nothing to thaw the ice running through my veins. The documents scattered before me were a blur. My mind wasn’t on business. No, it was on Adriana.Ever since she barged back into my life again I couldn’t shake her. The way her eyes burned when she signed herself to me last night and the storm she tried to bury beneath layers of defiance. But I saw through it. I saw the cracks. Someone had broken her and this time, it wasn’t me. It was Marco.I exhaled slowly while lifting two fingers to signal to Anna who stood quietly by the door. The only woman I’ve tolerated in this mansion besides Nathan. Usually, she fills the silence with harmless chatter but today? Today, she stayed quiet and stiff for reasons I don’t bother asking. Finally some peace and wuiet. “Tell her I expect her fo
Rafael’s POVI watched her from the balcony, the late morning sun casting a soft sheen across her skin. She sat in the garden alone, cross legged on the blanket Anna must have brought out for her work eyes closed as though meditating. Her lips were parted slightly,her hair messy from sleep falling in strands around her face like some untamed halo. She looked so delicate that it pissed me off.She was soft again. Softer than I wanted her to be and softer than I could afford to let her be. The tenderness wrapped around her made me clench my jaw. She’d healed far too much and too fast. Not physically but I still caught the slight stiffness in the way she moved sometimes, the flinch she tried to hide when she twisted too sharply but emotionally. The pain I had dealt out had faded from her eyes. She was beginning to breathe freely again. That would not do. She was mine and i want her still broken and stilm needing fixing.I called in the doctor before I could talk myself out of it. I want
Rafael’s POVI knew she was coming before the door evem opened. It was in the way the air shifted. The way something electric rolled across the room making the hairs on my arms rise like a storm was about to hit. And then Adriana appeared.And she was wearing the shortest dress imaginable like it was her personal declaration of war. It was emerald green (a color I told her was made fucking for her) it was bold and sharp and fucking gorgeous. The former Rafael would have been on his knees kissing the floor she was walking on. The way I had worshipped the ground she used to walk on!The fabric clung to every sinful curve of her body dipping over one shoulder and leaving the other bare while intentionally exposing the side without her healing wound like she knew exactly what she was doing. The neckline swept low almost dangerously so while revealing a teasing swell of her breasts that had my gaze caught for far too long. The dress ended mid-thigh and her legs long and glowing under the
Adriana’s POVI didn’t need a formal request to join Rafael for breakfast anymore. I’ve wallowed in my memories long enough to push them away and decided to take control of my life now. After a week of waking up to Anna’s too sweet smile and Rafael’s clipped orders echoing through the halls like daily gospel, it had become routine and automatic even. Like breathing or blinking or nursing a wound you no longer had the energy to dress. My shoulder duh. This morning, I ignored the fancy dresses Anna had so lovingly arranged on the edge of my bed and the pastel colors and soft silk making my stomach twist. I pulled on a pair of jeans and a plain shirt instead. It was not too tight or too glamorous. Just simple and clean because I was tired of pretending to be something I wasn’t. Tired of sitting at the dining table like some pretty little puppet in designer clothing while Rafael played king and I… I played quiet. Or the prey in this case really. I descended the staircase slowly while
Adriana’s POVFew months ago….The mall smelled like cinnamon rolls and expensive perfume. I was standing behind the counter of a kids’ clothing store folding a stack of tiny pastel sweaters anz trying to ignore the ache in my lower back and the tightness in my chest that hadn’t really gone away since everything fell apart.It had been eight months since the divorce. Eight long, humiliating ans exhausting months. Marco kept everything including the house, car and ven avings. All I walked away with was my daughter and a few suitcases of clothes and even those felt too heavy to carry some days. No alimony. No help. Nothing.I was working two jobs. This was one of them. Part time retail, minimum wage and dealing with rude customers who snapped their fingers when I didn’t fold fast enough or asked if I could iron out the onesies because “they looked wrinkled.” I was surviving and barely. But I was proud of that.I didn’t see her at first. It wasn’t until I straightened up, reaching for th
Adriana’s POVOne year ago…The rain had just started when I stepped out of the cab and it was soft and slow like the sky wasn’t sure if it wanted to cry with me or just watch me suffer. My steps were heavy as i walked toward the familiar building, the one I used to visit almost every week when things were still… normal. Back when Marco was still mine. Back when Lily was just the sweet younger girl next door with all big green eyes and soft giggles, showing up with banana bread and claiming Isabella was the cutest thing she'd ever seen. Claiming to be her auntie though we are not blood related. We used to sit in my living room and drink cheap wine while she played with my daughter like she was her own. People always said we looked like sisters. Same eyes. Same shape. Back then, her hair was brunette but she started dyeing it blonde. I thought it was flattering. I thought she admired me. I used to dye my red hair blonde because Marco likes them like rthat. God I was such a fool. I k
Adriana’s POVThe sun hadn’t risen yet and thw ghostly grey still hung over the house like a veil, dulling everything it touched. My body was awake but my mind refused to settle. I couldn’t sleep not deeply and not peacefully as i want to. Not with this strange itch under my skin and this pressure in my chest like something was trying to claw its way out.I moved quietly through the room even though I was alone. There was somerhing about moving around when the world hasn’t completely risen. I didn’t know where i was going or what I was searching for only that something was calling me. Tugging at me and It led me to the closet.The corner I didn’t want to touched from my old apartment. The old, ignored part of the wardrobe where forgotten scarves, broken jewelry, baby clothes and timeworn boxes lived untouched. I hadn’t dared toich them in years but they were brought here by Rafael’s men. I found it beneath a velvet scarf I used to wear in winter. A transparent plastic storage bin wit
Rafael’s POVThe air in the study was thick with tension and its the kind that clung to your skin and made breathing just a bit harder than usual. My elbows rested on the dark mahogany desk, fingers steepled under my chin as I listened to Anthony’s low casual voice cut through the silence like a blade.“She’s adjusting pretty fast considering everything.” He said, leaning against the wall witj arms crossed like he had no care in the world. “I even caught her humming while helping Isabella with her puzzle.”I didn’t say anything at first. I could feel Nathan’s presence before he spoke which was a colder kind of silence and the type that didn’t invite conversation. He stood by the window, staring out with the same blank look he’d worn since the day Adriana took that bullet for him. A look I once saw as indifferent. Now I realized it was calculation… and maybe guilt. Anthony didn’t seem to notice or didn’t care. He pushed on, adding with a teasing lilt. “Kinda weird, huh? Never thought
Adriana’s POVThe morning breeze drifted into my room lifting the edge of the curtain and brushing against my face as if trying to wake me up gently. But I hadn’t been asleep. I’d been tossing in bed for what felt like forever, unable to get comfortable with my thoughts racing and heart pounding even though the house was quiet. It had been like that all night thinking about last evening, the way Rafael had pulled me into his lap like I was some toy he owned and the way his lips had touched my skin so slowly and deliberately like he knew what it would do to me. And the worst part? My body had responded to him like it always did. Like it was betraying me. I didn’t know what to feel anymore. I was tired of myself and tired of feeling. Because he has teased me fucking enough now. Somewhere between trying to close my eyes and giving up, I ended up walking to the balcony dragging the curtain back and stepping out barefoot witj my arms hugging my body because the air still held that early
Rafael’s POVI hadn’t been able to sleep the whole night.My head was a mess. And my chest? Worse. The whole night, I’d turned over and over in my bed with memories crawling beneath my skin like they were waiting to suffocate me. Adriana sitting on my lap with that stunned look in her eyes, the small wince she made when her wound shifted, the way her lips parted when I touched her skin. It was all still so vivid almost too vivid. Every part of her was like a brand seared into me. I couldn’t get rid of her even if I tried. So I didn’t try. I gave up on sleep, got dressed and decided to run early in the morning.The early morning air was crisp and still damp with dew. Everything was quieter than usual like the whole estate was still asleep except the birds and me. I stepped out stretching my arms and rolling my shoulders as I walked down the stairs. I was halfway to the east trail when I saw two familiar figures ahead of me near the hedge garden. It was Anna and Isabella. With the lat