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
Adriana’s POVI sat on the edge of the bed staring at the cracked ceiling like it might offer some kind of escape. The room was too quiet and too still and it pressed on my chest like a weight. My stomach growled but I ignored it. Hunger was nothing compared to what I felt since signing that damn contract. I feel a little better when Isabella opened her eyes earlier but then went back to sleep. The doctors said she’d make a good recovery and I’ll have to take their words for it. Anna’s soft knock came too soon. She stepped inside with eyes kind but careful like she was walking on glass. I don’t understand her new kindness but I can’t complain either. “Mr. Romano expects you for breakfast” She said looking around the room and sniffing. Of course she is trying to see who was smelling. It’s me and I don’t give a damn.“Tell him I’m not hungry.” I scoffed turning my face away. Now he thinks he can invite me for stupid breakfast? “He insists.” Anna lingered with her lips pressing into a
Adriana’s POVHis words echoed inside me like a cruel melody… “You once had me and now you belong to me.”I gripped the edge of the table so tightly my knuckles turned white with nails digging into the polished wood. For a heartbeat I couldn’t speak because I didn’t know what to say. I Couldn’t move either. I only stared across the table at him, at the man who once made my heart race for entirely different reasons. Now he was just the hurricane waiting to swallow me whole.But what burned more than the humiliation was the truth in his words. Because deep beneath the anger and the betrayal and the layers of defiance I had built over the years., Rafael Romano still knew me. He still knew exactly where to twist the knife and it’d go straight where he wanted it to.And he was enjoying every second of it. I pushed back from the chair so suddenly it scraped loudly against the floor. The sound seemed to amuse him further because his his stupid smirk widened, his teeth flashing like some devi
Adriana’s POVI refused to step back even as his scent lingered on my lips and every inch of me buzzed from the brutal kiss. The taste of him and that of blood and coffee still coated my tongue like a stain I couldn’t scrub off fast enough. But the real burn and the real humiliation came from the way he was looking at me now. Like he could already see the cracks beneath the rage.“You always were a little liar Adriana.” Rafael said in that low and infuriatingly calm voice as he adjusted his cufflinks as if he hadn’t just slammed me into a kiss that left me breathless and shaking. “A woman who’d rather starve than admit she’s hungry.”My fists clenched tighter, nails slicing crescents into my palms. I wanted to claw that smug look off his face. And wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. But all I could do was stare at him while swallowing the lump of rage rising in my throat.“Go to hell.” I breathed willing my breath to come back to normal since there is no hope for my nipples to no
Rafael’s POVI paced the length of my office like a caged predator with each step heavier than the last as fury and arousal warred inside me. The muscles in my jaw clenched so tightly I thought my teeth would snap under the pressure. The problem or more like the sick, maddening problem was the thick anx unrelenting hardness straining against the confiens of my tailored pants.If sat there like a goddamn curse, pulsing, alive, and unforgiving between my thighs. I could still feel Adriana, burned into my senses. The brutal taste of her blood was all sharp and coppery mixed with the heat of her mouth and the faint hint of that goddamn sweetness on her tongue. It was the kind that always clung to her like an insult. But more than that, it was the scent of her that had truly undone me. That wild and feminine heat that radiated off her skin was subtle but intoxicating like the warm velvet of fresh cream and undercut by something earthier and muskier and fucking dangerous. It wasn’t perfu
Rafael’s POVI moved behind my desk, blood still dripping faintly from my knuckles as I slammed the contract down onto the smooth dark wood surface. The crimson streaks staining the paper only made this moment feel more visceral like I was branding her fate with the raw violence coiling inside me. This life made me love blood. With one hand, I tugged open the drawer pulling out a black fountain pen with the weight of it cold and heavy in my palm because of what I’m about to do. I rolled my wrist flexing out the stiffness from slamming the wall then leaned over the document. My eyes scanned every word I’d written when I first drafted this agreement.No mention of my bed. No mention of my touch being her obligation and her duty and her privilege. A goddamn arrogant mistake from my side one I hate. Because the man I was when I crafted this had been too clouded by the illusion that my hate was strong enough to kill the hunger inside me. But tonight shattered all that. The way she taste
Adriana’s POVThe kitchen was warm wirh the smell of baked cheese and herbs still lingering in the air clinging to my skin, to my hair, to the fabric of the sundress I’d just slipped into after a quick shower. The lasagna had turned out better than I expected all golden, bubbling ans perfectly layered and though I hadn’t meant to stay in there that long, something about the act of cooking had soothed me and focused me. Grounded me in a way nothing else had recently.I’d just finished wrapping the remaining tray in foil when Anthony strolled in casual as ever biting into a pear like he owned the place. He looks good as ever in all his black uniform. “Well, damn. Smells like somebody’s trying to earn wife material points.” He grinned leaning against the counter with his mouth full.“Isabella asked for lasagna.” I gave him a bland look. “Sure. But the sauce smells like you were trying to seduce the whole house.” He raised a brow clearly amused.I rolled my eyes but the corners of my mo
Adriana’s POV The scent of fresh herbs and rich tomato sauce danced around the hallway before I even made it to the kitchen. I was barefoot, my jeans rolled at the hem and one of my old button down shirts hanging loose over my frame with the sleeves pushed to my elbows. Don’t I didn’t know what made me decide to cook today especially with the army of trained chefs living in this house but Isabella had woken up asking for lasagna (her favorite) and something about her hopeful eyes made me want to do it myself. Just once and just for her. I don’t want to get comfortable here. As I padded through the hallway toward the kitchen, i caught the flicker of movement from the corner of my eye. The TV in the living room was on and humming softly. Anna was dusting a vase on a side console whle humming a tune under her breath. I would’ve walked right past it ans ignored whatever garbage was playing but something made me pause. Something stopped me cold. Because Lo and behold it was Marco
Rafael’s POVI found her again that afternoon in the west wing near the tall windows that overlooked the garden maze. She was sitting on the windowsill with her knees hugged to her chest and a worn book pressed against her lap bur clearly forgotten. Her little face was tilted toward the light and dark lashes casting shadows on her cheeks and her silence filled the hallway like a quiet melody. I didn’t say anything at first. I just stood there, watching her because this small, thoughtful girl with the same gray eyes as me that made me stop breathing every damn time she looked at me. She noticed me eventually because she always always did. Isabella turned her head slowly and gave me a half smile all shy and guardes like she wasn’t sure if I was the same man who snapped at people for breathing too loud or the man who gave her strawberry ice cream when no one was looking. I didn’t return the smile (I never did) but I stepped closer and held out a small black velvet box. She blinked th
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