Taking the soak coat off his body, Rene tossed it on his bed and collapsed onto the mattress, burying his head in his hands, and sighed deeply.
"This is all your faulty Rome." He murmured to himself, clenching his fists.
Just then, his ringtone began to go off, and he fished for his phone from in his pocket, staring at the caller ID "Mom."
For a moment he hesitated, and then he pressed to accept, bringing the phone to his ear. He heard nothing for a minute, and then his mother's sweet voice flooded his ears.
"Son, are you there?" Catherine asked, sounding anxious.
"Mmh," Rene replied, running a tired hand over his face and sighing heavily, "Yeah.. Why are you calling?"
Silent for another few moments, Catherine let out a shuddery breath. "I don't know why I called. It's silly really... I'm sorry. I know how important this is to you, and that's not fair to you. You must be exhausted, I just wanted to check in on you and make sure you were okay."
"I..." Rene tried, but he didn't know what to say. After everything that had happened tonight, he didn't think he would ever be okay again. "Mother, I want to come home. I need you, mom."
A soft sob escaped Catherine, and he felt his heart clench painfully, knowing that she was crying, and she was the only one he tried to be strong for since he wanted her not to worry.
"I'm here for you." Catherine managed to choke out between sobs.
Rene closed his eyes, trying to push the sadness from him with willpower alone. He opened his eyes once again and said, "Not like this. How many years has it been? Sixteen years that I haven't seen you face to face. I was four mother, and he took me away from you. That-"
"He's your father, Rene." Catherine interrupted softly.
"Rome Ford is not my father!!"
"You are his only child-"
"And yet he abandons me in the care of his servants!! What crime did I commit? Being born with his blood?!"
"Rene..."
Growing cold with silence, he listened to the quietness on the line, and he knew her answer was going to be the same as every time he'd asked it. "Your father loves you, Rene."
Those words only she had spoken over these sixteen years made it hard for him to believe that Rome had ever loved him at all. And yet, as he lay there, soaking wet, covered in bruises and the smell of blood, he finally accepted that he would always be his father's son and because of that, he would have to live in the shadow for the rest of his life.
Just then, the sound of something slamming into the wall caught his attention and he immediately jumped from the bed, saying, "I will call you back, mother."
"Son-" Rene caught off the call and then walked out of the room, hearing the sounds getting louder and louder, he approached the living room.
Just then Adina's voice caused him to look back, seeing her lying flat on the floor, "Don't go out there."
"What's going on?" Rene asked, taking cautious steps towards her.
"I don't know. But Logan shouted moments ago that I should keep you inside."
"But-"
Just then the sound of something banging on their door echoed, and then a loud groan from a man followed, causing Rene to step away from her and approach the doorway.
"Son-Rene... Young master, don't." Her voice shook lightly.
Turning back around, Rene's brow creased with concern, "I'll be right back."
He hurried towards the door and then slowly turned the knob, opening it gently. But just then a force weight on the door, causing the knob to slip from his hand and he jumped back as a man dropped onto the living room floor.
"What's going on? Who are you?" Rene asked, gazing curiously at the strange man, who was still groaning in pain as he lay on the floor.
The stranger lifted his head and his face came into view, revealing that it was a man, probably in his early thirties with long black hair which hung limply around his shoulders. His skin was marked with tattoos and a thick scar ran over his eyebrow. His eyes seemed dull and lifeless, reflecting no emotion whatsoever.
"It's you!" The guy snarled, pushing himself onto his feet as a smirk played on his lips.
Then he reached into his back pocket, pulling out a knife. Rene flinched, watching the stranger warily as he slowly moved toward him. With one swift movement, he brought the blade upward and tried to slice across his arm, but Rene jumped back.
That didn't stop him from swinging the blade repeatedly at Rene, causing Rene to keep dodging until his back hit the wall, and a creepy smile played on the man's lip.
"I don't know who you are, having so many men protecting you. But you shouldn't have put your hand on my boss. Now, die!!" He yelled.
"Duck, young master!" A voice rang in Rene's ear and he immediately dropped to the ground before the sound of gunshots went off.
His eyes widened as he watched the man's knees weaken under him and then he fall backward, crashing into the couch.
"What just happened?" Rene's mouth out, no sound leaving his lips.
"Master Rome, the threats have been eliminated," Logan said as he put aside his gun and locked eyes with Rene. "Young master is safe. But it seemed like he was the target."
Standing from the floor, Rene swallowed back his fear and gazed over at the dead man on his couch before facing Logan, "Father, are you okay? Did you get hurt anywhere?"A look of fear settled in Logan's eyes, knowing that even though he was in charge of protecting, raising, and training Rene, this was the first time he had called him father while Rome was on the other side of the call."Your dad wants to speak with you," Logan said, withdrawing the phone and showing it to Rene.But he refused to accept it, rage filling his eyes as he stared angrily at the device. Yet, Logan took steps towards him, grabbed his wrist, and put the phone in his hand, commanding, "Master Rome wants to speak with you."Frowning, Rene took the phone and drew it to his ear, hesitating only slightly before saying, "Yes?"After some silent hesitation, the deep baritone voice of Rome spoke up. "Are you alright? Are you safe?""Yeh," Rene said, turning to look down at the dead man."Logan said they were after y
One month later.The living room of the safe house kept feeling like it was closing in around him as Rene paced back and front, unable to sit down. There was so much pent-up frustration that was building inside of him."Young master," Adina's voice sounded behind him, and he spun around in shock to see her standing there. Her hands were clasped tightly together in worry, concern written across her features. "Breakfast is ready. You should eat something."Burying his face into his palms, Rene sighed, letting out another deep breath, knowing that there was little point in resisting. Pushing off the wall, he followed after her, and she led the way into the dining area, where food had already been set out on the table. Taking a seat, he picked up his fork and stared at the food, but he wasn't hungry, instead feeling sick to his stomach.Looking up, his eyes caught sight of Adina standing beside the window, her arms crossed as she regarded him solemnly. "Can I join you?" A voice came f
The tension in the room grew as Rene glared at his father sitting at the table, barely touching their food. The silence was finally broken by Rome, who took a deep breath and looked directly at his son."Your mother has been grieving, Rene," Rome began, his voice steady but tinged with sadness. "Seeing you locked away in this safe house, isolated from the world, has been tearing her apart. I made a promise to her that I would let you have a life in the real world."When Rene furrowed his brow with that stubborn look in his eyes, Rome's expression hardened slightly. "I've arranged for you to marry the youngest granddaughter of the Rossi family. It's a contract marriage, but it will give you the opportunity to live outside this safe house, to have a semblance of a normal life. You will be marrying her in replace of Kia Flores', a servant from the mansion, son."Rene's fork clattered onto his plate as he stood up abruptly, his face flushed with anger. "This isn't what I wanted!" he shout
For the longest, Rene stared at his father, feeling his fingernails digging into the palm of his hand as he clenched them into fists. His breathing slowed slightly, his jaw clenching. Then, with a nod, he replied, "Got it.""Thank you, son." Catherine cried, rising from her seat and rushing forward to pull Rene into a hug. "I love you so much." She breathed, holding onto him for a few seconds before pulling away. "Parblo is the head of the maids and his family owns lots of land that the Rossi family wants to acquire. In exchange for the lands, he made an arrangement with Carlo to make his son the grandson-in-law of the Rossi family and give him a title in the family company. The old man agreed and made that into a contract, stating that the one who broke the contract would be penalized based on Parblo's demand. But that request fell on Parblo when he found out that his son was involved with someone and the girl was eight months pregnant and his son refused to marry anyone but her." R
The Ford mansion gates pulled open automatically and Vincent drove the SUV slowly through the front gate and onto the large, cobblestone drive leading up to the entrance. The entire ride, Rene sat in the back, wondering if he would still remember his childhood home, or if he would have forgotten everything about it after all these years. Finally, the car pulled up and stopped in front of the grand house, and moments later, Vincent opened the car door for Rene, saying, "We are here."As Rene stepped out of the SUV, he couldn't help but feel a swirl of emotions. Everything felt familiar and strange at the same time, and the familiarity was overwhelming. He walked past Vincent towards the massive, wooden double doors, which were opened for him immediately by one of the huge staff members, and then entered the main foyer.For a moment, his brain started to hurt as memories tried to force their way into his consciousness, but they were blurry and distorted, making his mind unable to ho
Two days laterThe taxi arrived at the huge gate of the luxurious Rossi family estate, and Rene sat by Parblo, rubbing his sweaty palms against his trousers. The grand gates loomed ahead, flanked by meticulously manicured hedges and towering trees. "We are here." The driver announced their arrival, and Rene could feel his heart pounding as they came to a stop.Parblo glanced at him, his eyes reflecting a mix of concern and encouragement. "Remember, Theo, stay calm and follow my lead. Everything will be fine."Rene nodded, swallowing hard as he tried to steady his nerves. He knew this moment was crucial. The plan they had meticulously crafted hinged on his ability to convincingly assume the identity of Kia Flores. The gates opened smoothly, and the taxi rolled through, making its way up the winding driveway toward the grand entrance of the Rossi mansion. As they approached, the full scale of the estate came into view – a sprawling, opulent building with a façade of gleaming white sto
The room fell into a tense silence as Layla's eyes locked onto Rene, her expression shifting from confusion to shock. Jason, still holding Layla’s arm, followed her gaze and his eyes widened slightly, clearly taken aback by the unexpected turn of events.Rene's heart pounded in his chest as he tried to maintain his composure. He had not anticipated seeing Layla and Jason here, and their presence complicated matters further. He could feel the eyes of the Rossi family boring into him, their expressions a mix of curiosity and disdain.Layla's voice, laced with a hint of disbelief, cut through the silence. "Theo? What are you doing here?"Before Rene could answer, Jason rushed for him, his fist swinging for Rene's face. At first, Rene wanted to dodge, but remembering Rome's warning and not wanting to make the situation more suspicious than it already was, he allowed Jason's punch to connect. Before he could retaliate, however, another fist collided with his jaw, and he felt his vision go
The room remained tense as Rene’s laughter died down. He wiped the tears from his eyes and straightened, still catching his breath. He locked eyes with Layla, then with Jason, a small, defiant smile playing on his lips."You think anyone would buy that?" Rene's voice was steady, despite the lingering pain. "You think I'm here to get back at you? Trust me, Layla, you and Jason are the last people on my mind."Parblo stepped forward, his expression a mix of confusion and determination. "Mr. Rossi, there's been a misunderstanding. This is my son, Kia Flores. He's here to fulfill our agreement.""Shut it." Mr. Rossi snapped as he glared at Parblo. Then he looked over his shoulder at Rene. "Explain yourself. How do you know my grandson, and why is my future daughter-in-law calling you by a different name."Silence hung heavily in the room as all eyes turned to Rene, waiting for his response. He took a deep breath, steadying himself before speaking."Mr. Rossi," Rene began, his voice firm,
As his gaze darted across the room, Rene kept the phone pressed tightly to his ear, Gunnar's voice echoing again on the other end."Hello, boss."The words rang in Rene's ear, but he stood motionless, letting the sound linger for a moment longer than necessary. He could feel the stares digging into his skin, hot and prickling, as if the entire room was holding its breath... waiting.After another moment of silent, Jason's frustration burst first."We can’t hear a damn thing from over there!" he snapped. "Put it on speaker, Kia. Now. Let us hear it ring so we can know when he answer.""Yeah, come on," Juan added, arms crossed, leaning forward. "Let’s all hear what he has to say.""If it’s the truth," Luis said, with a crooked smile, "you shouldn’t mind sharing it.""He’s right," Bianca chimed in, her voice cool. "Let Mr. Gunnar confirm that you weren’t with Layla. Or should we be calling her instead?"Even Vittoria, usually more reserved, nodded. "If you want to proof your inocence, It
The silence stretched, taut and expectant. The question lingered in the air like smoke... where was he this morning?Rene’s gaze swept the room, pausing momentarily on each face. They were waiting. Wanting. Ready to pounce.He could feel Maria beside him, her stillness louder than any words she could speak. And that silence... her silence, was what cut the deepest.He inhaled slowly, deliberately. “I wasn’t with Layla.”“Then who?” Madam Rossi’s voice cracked through the air like a whip.Staring at the stone-cold faces in the room, Rene hesitated, knowing full well the weight of the name he was about to speak. “Mr. Gunnar.”The room went still. Like a spell had been cast. Even the distant ticking of the grandfather clock seemed to pause.Mr. Rossi’s expression barely shifted, but Rene saw it. A flicker. Not a surprise. Not suspicion. Fear.It was enough.Rene locked eyes with the family patriarch and took a step forward, voice steady. “Yes. I was with Mr. Gunnar this morning. He reque
The sun dipped low over the horizon as Rene guided the car along the winding road back to the Rossi estate. Shadows stretched long across the dashboard, golden light dancing on Maria’s face. She hadn’t said much since they left the restaurant.Instead, she kept her gaze fixed on her phone, screen dimmed but not turned off. Her thumb hovered near the edge, as if deciding whether to press the number or not.Rene glanced at her, his fingers lightly drumming on the steering wheel. "You’ve been quiet."Maria didn’t look up."Everything okay?" he asked."Mmm.""That the same 'mmm' you give when you’re lying to me or the one when you’re annoyed at me?"She finally looked at him, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes. "Neither. Just thinking."Rene tilted his head, eyebrows raised. "About?"Maria took one last look at the number glowing faintly on her screen. Then slowly, deliberately, she pressed the side button. The screen went black."Nothing," she said.Rene didn’t believe her. He didn’t pu
The elevator doors slid shut, sealing Jason inside with his grandmother. The silence settled thick between them, unforgiving, heavy, like a noose tightening with each breath.Madam Rossi turned slowly, her gaze fixed on him with the cold weight of generations behind it."You should be ashamed," she said, her brows snapping together. "You stand there, hands in your pockets, watching your fiancée crumble under scrutiny... and you say nothing? You let her lie to you-to us. Do you think silence makes you honorable?"Jason’s jaw clenched, but he said nothing.Madam Rossi’s lips curled into a scowl. "You are a Rossi. You were raised better than this. If Layla is slipping, you are the one who should rein her in. It is your responsibility to keep your woman in check."His nostrils flared. “And what about Maria?” he snapped.Looking away from him for a second, Madam Rossi’s eyes narrowed.“She’s married, isn’t she?” Jason pressed. “To a man who doesn't even act as a Rossi should. But do I see
The sharp slam of Juan’s voice still echoed in Madam Rossi’s ears as she sat motionless behind her desk.Her nails tapped against the armrest... an erratic, frustrated rhythm. For a moment, she thought about pouring herself a drink, something dark and bitter to match the aftertaste of that conversation. But even that felt too indulgent.Instead, with a sharp breath, she stood.The air in her office was thick... thicker than it had any right to be. She needed out.Throwing on her tailored black overcoat, she moved to the door, pushing it open with more force than necessary. Her assistant, a young woman named Eloise, perked up from her desk outside, immediately rising.“Ma’am-”“I’m going for a walk,” Madam Rossi snapped without breaking stride.“Should I call for the car? Or-”“No.” The word came like a tense command. “Do not follow me.”Eloise froze, halfway to grabbing her clipboard. “Of course, ma’am,” she said softly, bowing her head.Madam Rossi didn’t bother to respond. She march
The soft clink of silverware and the murmured conversations of other customers barely reached Maria's ears as she followed Rene through the charming little bistro he had chosen.The place was tucked away on a quiet street... one of those trendy new spots where the lighting was warm, the walls were lined with eclectic art, and the staff treated every customer like royalty. It was the kind of place Rene always gravitated toward... intimate, curated, just a little indulgent.“Here we are,” Rene said gently, pulling her chair out with a flourish. “The best seat in the house.”Meeting his gaze for a second, Maria allowed a small smile as she sat, smoothing the hem of her skirt as she settled in.She wasn’t fully relaxed, but she appreciated the gesture. He always knew how to charm. Even now, after the tension that lingered like a fog around them, he knew exactly how to make her feel special.The waitress approached with a practiced smile. “Welcome to Villa di Fiore. May I get you started w
As the ticking sound of the clock echoed in the room, Maria sat hunched over her desk, the golden afternoon light casting long shadows across the stacks of documents she’d been ignoring for a while.Now, they were her fortress. Every page she skimmed, every note she scrawled, every report she pretended to analyze, it was all a battle tactic. A desperate attempt to quiet the gnawing ache in her chest. She wouldn’t let herself think of Rene. Not his voice, not his absence, not the way the silence of the morning had stretched like a cruel whisper through her bones. She buried herself in figures and forecasts, anything to dull the truth: she was worried. And even though she dreaded the thought of it, she was scared.As she was about to sign the document, her office phone rang.Maria flinched, her pen freezing mid-word. She swallowed hard and forced herself to answer, her voice calm. “Yes?”“Ma’am?” Cassie’s voice chirped from the other end. “Your husband just walked into the building.”M
Maria didn’t flinch. Not even a blink. Jason’s voice and words were provoking enough, but she was far too seasoned, too calculated, to give him the performance he wanted.“Harassing?” she repeated, her tone light, almost amused. She looked up at him with a faint, pitying smile. “Jason, you really should stop mistaking concern for confrontation. It makes you look… insecure.”Clarisse’s eyes widened slightly, her lips parting in quiet surprise at Maria’s restraint, though Maria caught the small twitch at the corner of her mouth.Still trying to push his narrative, Jason scowled. “You have no business interrogating her like that.”Maria turned to Clarisse, giving her a small, respectful nod. “My apologies, Mrs. Leonti. I let worry get the better of me.”Clarisse placed a gloved hand gently over Maria’s wrist. “No harm done, dear. I understand.” Her gaze flicked briefly to Jason, a flash of something critical behind the practiced warmth.Without another glance in his direction, Maria walk
With each passing second, Maria stood in the marble hallway of the building, her heels clicking too fast against the polished floor as she turned another corner. Her eyes scanned every face, every office, every shadow like they might conjure Rene from the ether if she just looked hard enough.Nothing.Still nothing.'Where the hell was he?' The words echoed in her head.She paused, hand on her hip, the other clutching her phone like it might suddenly buzz and fix this spinning feeling in her chest. It didn’t.He hadn’t shown up. No one had seen him. His office was untouched. And her voicemail sat unheard in the void.Her heartbeat was too loud in her ears.'This isn't like him. Not even close.'And just as she turned, eyes narrowing and steps quickening-She stopped dead in her tracks.There, in the lobby near the towering glass windows, stood a woman dressed in pristine cream and pearl. Hair swept elegantly into a twist, a delicate pair of gloves tucked into her clutch. A familiar wa