Pietro, the fisherman, sat in his usual spot on the small cottage porch with a cigarette between his fingers, smoking and looking out to the horizon. As soon as Rhea came out to join him, he squashed the cigarette and threw the stub away. “I don’t want you inhaling smoke because of the baby.” He said to Rhea, who had just taken a seat close to him. Baby. It was still a difficult concept to grasp, especially since her stomach was still looking flat and normal. She watched the sky and then gently rested her hand on her belly, as if to feel the baby. “I need to start living again,” she said quietly, but Pietro heard her.He glanced at her through the corner of his eye. “You are living.”“No,” she said, shaking her head, “I’m surviving. Breathing, eating, and hiding.” Her voice strengthened with each word. “But I can’t hide behind your kindness forever. You pulled me from the river and saved me; you gave me shelter, and I’ll never forget it. But I have to be something more than thi
Rhea was beginning to settle into her routine. Her training with Pietro was progressing. She had learned and was still learning self-defense and survival.Pietro was able to get her the new papers, an official ID with her new name and a clean record. A very important step towards blending into the real world without people knowing she was living on zero personality or memories.Not long after, she started working at a local cafe, where the owners welcomed her. The work wasn’t so difficult as it involved waiting tables, taking orders, and serving coffee. She was careful to keep her head down and not draw attention to herself. Her job gave her a sense of normalcy, and the people she met there were kind.Ryea didn’t engage much, but she learned to read people by observing their habits, their moods, and even their small gestures. It became a way for her to feel some sense of control in her new life.It was midday at the cafe, and the shift was usually the calmest because it was after the
Rhea, with a tinge of excitement within her, continued her day. When she got home, she made dinner and did some other chores while humming songs she had picked up recently. Pietro returned, and she served dinner. As they both ate, he noticed that her eyes seemed happier, and she was bubblier than usual. “You eyes are glowing, bambina. Anything new at work?”Rhea nodded. “I remembered something today.”That made him sit up to listen more. “A dream?” he asked cautiously.“No,” she said. “Not a dream or one of those foggy flashes. This…this one, zio, it felt real. Like a real memory. Something that actually happened.”He studied her face and saw her excitement. “Tell me.”“Today at the cafe, the television was on. I looked up and saw Governor Ricci speaking on the TV. Next thing I know, I was somewhere else. I saw myself in a ballroom or something like that.” She swallowed. “People, including myself, were dressed fancy, talking, and drinking. The governor was on something like a sta
It was just another morning. The sky was still pale with early light, casting long shadows through the small, sleepy Sicilian village.Rhea walked briskly toward the café, arms tucked into her light jacket, her boots tapping against the uneven cobblestones. The streets were mostly quiet at this hour, but a few familiar faces were out.“Buongiorno, Sofia!” called out Mrs. Fabici, the old florist who always opened her shop early.“Buongiorno, Mrs. Fabici,” Rhea smiled warmly.A young delivery boy cycled past and gave her a nod. She returned it with a polite smile, then turned into the narrow side street that cut behind the church, a quicker route she’d taken dozens of times.Then it happened.A black van screeched around the bend ahead. The sound of tires scraping the edge of the road made her stop mid-step. The van slowed too quickly and sharply, making her stomach twist. Something was wrong.The side door flew open.Two men in dark hoodies jumped out.Rhea froze for half a second befo
The hours crawled by in suffocating silence.The room they threw her into was dark and foul-smelling with no windows. Her hands were tied in front of her with a plastic zip tie, and it was nice of them not to have blindfolded her. The flickering bulb above her head buzzed faintly.Rhea sat in a corner, arms wrapped around herself. Her legs trembled, her thoughts racing.She thought about herself and thought about how unlucky her life seemed to be going. Not only was she shot in the chest and thrown into the river, but she woke up without any memory of herself, not even her name. She also found out she was pregnant And just as she had accepted her fate to start a new life for herself and her baby and pretend her past never mattered, now she had been kidnapped by these men. When it rains, it pours. Rhea thought to herself.Her thoughts flickered towards Pietro. How was he?Was he okay?He would be worried sick if she didn't come back home that evening. Had the kidnappers gone back
The sun was already setting at the time Pietro glanced at the old wall clock above the stove. The ticking hands mocked him with their indifference. 6:42 p.m.Rhea was late.It wasn’t unusual by itself. Sometimes the café stayed a little busy, and other times she got caught up chatting with that older woman who worked at the bakery next door. But today, it felt different.He hadn’t touched his stew. The pot simmered untouched on the stove, and the chair across from him remained empty. The house was quiet. Too quiet.He stood abruptly, the wooden chair scraping against the tile. He stepped outside, scanning the narrow dirt path that led to the main road. He could find no trace of her.“Maybe she stopped to pick something up,” he mumbled, rubbing his jaw, but the excuse didn’t sit well with him.He waited another twenty minutes. Then thirty. The knot in his gut only tightened. Finally, Pietro grabbed his coat and headed into town, ignoring the ache in his knees and the cold creeping into
Welcome, gentlemen,” the auctioneer’s smooth voice echoed through the darkened room, slick with excitement.“Tonight’s collection is one of the finest we’ve had in months. Fresh, untouched, exotic, each more tempting than the last. Let’s make this a night to remember.”A low murmur of anticipation rippled through the men. This was taking place in a private underground club somewhere in Italy with an undisclosed location and based on invitation only. A place where daughters, sisters, and wives of men who couldn’t pay debts were packaged and sold to the highest bidder.The room was dim, lit by clusters of golden bulbs, casting shadows on expensive suits, whiskey glasses, and barely restrained grins.Laughter and conversation simmered through the crowd.“Looks like they’ve upped the quality this time,” a man in a tailored grey suit whispered to his companion. “Last time was full of drugged-up messes.”“I heard they have a virgin in the lineup tonight,” another chimed in. “Apparently a
“Come with me.”The voice was low and calm but it cut through the noise like a blade.Rhea turned sharply, her eyes locking with the man who had pulled her from the stage only moments ago. He stood in front of her now, his posture relaxed but undeniably commanding. There was no question in his tone, no space for negotiation. The moment she hesitated, he turned his head just slightly, as if wondering who gave her the guts.“Where are you taking me?” she asked, her voice stronger than she felt.The man tilted his head.“I don’t hit women,” he said flatly, “so don’t make me consider exceptions. Walk.”The room around them seemed to blur as panic swirled inside her, but her legs moved before her mind caught up. She followed him, unsure if it was instinct or fear pushing her forward.They moved through a narrow corridor lit with golden lightbulbs, the muffled sounds of the ongoing auction fading behind them.Two men followed from a distance, they had to be his guards, she assumed.Rhea st
Dmitri wasn’t back yet. Maybe the meeting had lingered more than expected.She exhaled sharply, rolling onto her side. The baby kicked lightly as if sensing her unrest. Her thoughts rambled within. Pietro.She needed to see him. After everything he did for her, saving her life and holding her hand through the pain, the confusion, and recovery, without asking or expecting anything in return, it was only right she gave him this news face to face. She needed to see his face when she told him all about herself and her ordeal. And she also had selfish reasons as well because if anyone could help her plot a comeback, it was Pietro. His wisdom, knowledge, and his guidance would be very much needed.The problem was that she just got back from seeing Pietro a few days ago and if she mentioned it again to Dmitri, he wouldn’t want her going back. As much as she was doing her thing and growing in Dmitri’s empire, it was all under his watch and surveillance. His men were always trailing h
Holed up inside her room for hours, reminiscing on her past, the moment of raw pain slowly began to harden into a strong resolve.She had survived death, she had lived without her memories and her name, all these while being pregnant. But that was all over now.They would all pay. Dante Moretti Viktor Vitale….that old son of a bitch who pulled the trigger on her. Luca Vitale And most especially Adrian. No one who had a hand in her near-death experience would be sparedBut first, she needed to move smart. No impulsive reactions. She would not let her emotions get ahead of her strategy. Not now It was a good thing her first instinct when she saw Adrian at the Cartier store was to hide because she was going to return with a bang! Everyone assumed her dead, so she was going to work and grow in anonymity. For now, only she would know Rhea Moretti was still alive. ‘Sofia’ was going to do the work needed until Rhea Moretti was ready to deal with her enemies.She wiped her face with
Rhea’s heart dropped into her stomach and time stood still.Her pulse raced as she processed the sight of him.He was standing tall with a perfect posture and the same come expression.It was unmistakable.Her chest tightened as memories began to crash into her like a flood, overwhelming and sudden.She couldn’t look away.Her fingers gripped the counter in front of her, trying to steady herself as the room seemed to tilt. She felt lightheaded, and disoriented, as her mind spiraled into chaos.Adrian’s face, his voice, and everything about him felt like an electric jolt to her system. And suddenly, all the fragmented memories she’d buried under layers of confusion, the pieces she hadn’t understood, began to fall into place.She didn’t know how long she stood there, staring, but it felt like an eternity.Her first instinct when she came to herself was to hide from him.This man and his family killed her and dumped her body into a river. “Let this be a lesson to anyone who dares think
“Welcome, Signora Sofia,” the store manager greeted with a practiced smile, recognizing her instantly. “Mr. Volkov called ahead and said to give you anything you need.”Of course, he did.The midday sun was high over Milan when Rhea stepped out of the black SUV, the tinted windows gleaming as the driver held the door open. A pair of Dmitri’s guards flanked her silently, dressed in sleek dark suits and earpieces. They drew attention, but she didn’t care.This morning wasn’t about business. It wasn’t about secrets or lies or fragmented memories either.It was for her and the tiny life growing inside her.She had been putting off shopping for a while, but after tossing and turning in bed all night thinking about the meeting she and Dmitri would have with the Vitales, the people who could probably connect her to her past, she decided to take her mind off things by spoiling herself The designer district buzzed with life. All the luxury designer brands from Prada to Gucci, to Versace, Lou
Vitale.Rhea froze.The Vitale crest stared back at her from the envelope…a stylized *V* intertwined with a dagger.Her fingers hovered over the envelope as her mind raced. The familiar Vitale crest stared back at her from the seal. She had seen this before. A flash of memory; a mahogany desk littered with documents bearing that same crest. The scent of cigar smoke and leather in the office.The crest was everywhere, on the letterheads, the seals. Was that table in Vitale’s office? Did she work for them? Who were they?A million questions filled her mind, but before she could sort through them, Dmitri’s call ended. He looked over at her, eager to resume what they’d started, but the change in her was very noticeable. Her expression was off.He narrowed his eyes. “Sofia… what is it ?” He asked in a thick voice Rhea quickly shook her head and smiled, brushing him off. “Nothing. I’m fine.”She couldn’t focus on anything else but the envelope. She picked it up carefully and glanced at
Dmitri's fingers traced the raised scar along Rhea's chest, his calloused skin catching slightly on the uneven flesh. The soft rustle of the sheets was the only sound in the dimly lit room, a quiet contrast to the storm of thoughts swirling in Rhea’s mind.“Missed you, davushka,” Dmitri murmured with a husky voice. “Two days of your absence felt longer.”Rhea smiled, her lips curving softly as she turned toward him, her face relaxing in the warmth of his presence. “I missed you too,” she replied in a genuine voice.Leaning in, she pressed a soft kiss to his chest.She had spent two days away from Milan, away from Dmitri’s world, her new world. She went to visit Pietro to ensure her savior was alright. He was forever going to remain a part of her life, no matter how far or how high she went.Pietro’s concerned eyes never left her as she sat beside him on the front porch just like old times, the small cottage by the river a far cry from the lavish spaces of Dmitri’s mansion. “You rea
The villa had gone silent.The last of the mourners had driven off hours ago, the scent of cigar smoke and expensive perfume lingering faintly in the hallways.Staff moved like shadows through the corridors, cleaning up after the storm of people and power.Upstairs, behind a heavy oak door, Luca Vitale lay back on silk sheets, his chest rising and falling slowly and his skin, bare.The girl beside him was sprawled out with her limbs tangled in the sheets, her body still glistening from their earlier session. She was out cold, breathing softly. Her black hair was scattered over her face and her red lipstick was smeared. Her presence didn’t hold his attention anymore.Luca reached for his phone on the nightstand, the screen lighting up his face as he swiped it open. He hesitated a moment, then dialed a number.He brought it to his ear, staring blankly at the ceiling.“Hello,” he said in a low and smooth tone A pause. Whoever was on the other end responded, but their voice was low.Luc
“My deepest condolences, Don Vitale. Your father was a pillar of this community," said Governor Ricci to Adrian, stretching his hand out for a handshake and a politician’s smile plastered on his face.The church service for the burial of Viktor Vitale was brief and solemn. No tears or overdragged eulogies; just the cold efficiency of a mafia sendoff. The real business happened afterward at the Vitale estate, where crystal glasses clinked and alliances were tested under the guise of paying respects.Now, the reception hall was full of men in black designer suits, expensive perfume, and silent posturing.Adrian stood near the grand fireplace, his black suit blending with the shadows. The room was packed with every significant name in Italian organized crime. It was the gathering of who's who of power brokers.Adrian accepted the handshake, his grip was just tight enough to remind the governor who really controlled the city. "We appreciate your presence."The governor lowered his voice
“I’ll take care of it.” Luca jumped in. “Son of a bitch killed my father.”Adrian and Marco left the basement for Luca.It wasn’t that Adrian didn’t want to kill the traitor himself but he decided to let Luca get the closure of being the one who killed their father’s murderer.After what seemed like an eternity of interrogation, Luca came and joined Adrian and Marco with blood stains all over his shirt.His eyes were hollow and darkened like a predator who just fed on a prey.Adrian was at the bar in the living room gulping down whiskey with Marco. Neither of them spoke as Luca approached, they just waited.He got to the bar, picked up a bottle of scotch, unscrewed it, and then brought the bottle to his mouth. He gurgled down the drink like it was water.He pulled the bottle from his mouth, with a frowning face depicting the bitterness and burning sensation he had just gotten from the drink.“It’s done,” Luca said.Adrian raised a brow. “He talked?”“Everything,” Luca replied, still f