MenaOnce the news had reached the walls of the mansion that Anson had disappeared, the mood was even more dramatic than it had already been.I too felt dizzy hearing the news, and it wasn’t because of the pregnancy. I felt sick as I was fully aware that Anson would come for me, but also relieved knowing Alessio didn’t get the opportunity to kill him. It was a mix of feelings I couldn’t share with anyone. It would automatically make me the bad guy.The rules of the mansion had become strict. No one came in, no one went out—and only a few selected workers who had been loyal for years were allowed to continue their work for now.The kids were confused and restless as they couldn’t understand why their routines were suddenly changed. They could not go to school or any of their activities.I was on edge, waiting for Alessio to get back. He would be coming alone today to oversee things at home while the rest would continue their search for Anson.It at least meant I didn’t have to face Isa
MenaThe rest of the day seemed to go just as I had expected. I spent most of it with Pilar, trying to get my mind off everything. Alessio was stuck in his office, most likely driving himself crazy with thoughts about where Anson might be hiding.In the late evening, I decided to bring him a cup of tea for some comfort. As I approached his office, I noticed he was on the phone. Not wanting to intrude, I waited outside but close enough to hear the conversation.“No one rests before we find him, and when you do—bring him to me,” I heard him say before ending the call.I understood it was a serious situation, but denying people their sleep was a bit too much. When Alessio noticed me standing there, he greeted me with a faint smile and gestured for me to come in.With the cup in my hands, I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. “I brought you tea,” I said, placing it down on his desk.“Thanks,” Alessio forced a smile, but I could tell he was too distracted, and lost in his own tho
MenaI couldn’t remember how long I had walked for, but by the time I got to my old apartment complex, it was safe to say my legs weren’t properly working anymore. The door to the building was left unlocked, but once inside, I decided there was no time to wait for the slow elevator.I took the stairs to the familiar third floor where I used to live before my life at the mansion, remembering every little thing as if I had never left.My heart pounded in my chest as I made my way to Mrs. Rodriguez’s door, and once I had reached it, I knocked three times. I was scared, my fists were shaking, and I was praying she would still be alive. All I could hope for was that I wasn’t too late.The door swung open, and there he was, Anson. A gun was in his hand, pointed straight at me, and as our eyes locked, everything around me froze. Behind him, on the floor, lay Mrs. Rodriguez. Same as in the picture, she had been tied up with tape over her mouth.I stared into her eyes, and they looked big and
MenaMy eyes had been covered for the whole trip, and I had no idea where Anson had taken me. Once we arrived, he handcuffed me to a pole, making sure I couldn’t run or call for help. Before he had tied me up, I had managed to slip the ring in my back pocket, and that was a good call because he had patted me down to look for my phone that luckily wasn’t on me.He had left soon after we arrived, leaving me all alone in this abandoned place. It looked like no one had lived there for a long time, and it gave off the vibe of a squatters’ home.It was cold, freezing—I was exhausted, nauseous, and lost.Eventually, Anson returned, carrying a paper bag in his hands. He hummed a tune as he unpacked some food with a smile on his face. He was enjoying this way too much.“Open 24/7,” Anson held up the sandwich as if I had asked him to do that. Then he approached me, and I quickly turned my head away. It was of no use as he grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. I did, and that look in his e
AlessioAll night, I had been sitting in the office, making desperate phone calls to find Anson’s location. Call after call, it felt like hitting a brick wall—and I ended up with nothing. It was exhausting to know that after that amateur killed my uncle, he was apparently quite good at playing hide and seek was tiring as well.Around five in the morning, I finally dragged myself to bed. Not because I wanted to, it was only to Mena satisfied—but once I made it upstairs, she wasn’t even there.My first thought was that she must’ve gone to Pilar’s room to vent about me and my obsession with Anson—and yes, I was obsessed with the idea of killing him.There was no point in denying it.He took my Uncle away from me, he hurt the woman I loved, he showed me why we were not supposed to show any mercy—and I couldn’t relax before I had put him down.I slept for barely an hour before I was up again, and back in the office to think about my own failure. Once the adrenaline would fade away, I knew
AlessioAna told her story, and with every word that left her mouth, my frown grew bigger. Anson had managed to lure Mena with a simple text, and being the person she was—she exchanged herself to save the woman’s life.No matter how many times I repeated it in my head, I still could not understand how Mena would do all of that, to keep one person safe.As Ana spoke about how Anson had slapped Mena and dragged her across the room by her hair, my fists began to ball. My urge to kill got wilder, and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on him.“Is that all?” I asked loudly, after the woman took a pause."No." Ana sighed. "She told me to come here first thing in the morning and tell you that she took the ring.”“The ring?” I was confused for a split-second, but then it clicked. She had taken the ring with the tracker she despised so much because she knew I would come for her. With a hopeful feeling, I once again rushed to the monitor and opened up the tracking software.As it opened, I let out
AlessioAll gazes were fixed on me, waiting to hear about the big problem. As always, Dad was the first one to cut to the chase. “What is it?” he demanded.“The search for Anson is off,” I stated. “I know where he is, he has Mena—but don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.” Throughout all this mess, my voice remained calm.Everyone in the room reacted. “Then we’ll go over there right now,” Dad spoke, moving toward the door, the others ready to follow his lead. I blocked their steps and raised my hand, signaling them to stop—and they did.They shared puzzled gazes amongst themselves, then looked back at me. Even though I had been doing it quite a lot this week, it was still rare for me to counter Dad’s decisions, but this situation was different. This was about Mena, and I couldn’t risk her life as she had risked her own, not even for a second.“I’ll go by myself,” I decided, locking eyes with Dad to show him how serious I was.He opened his mouth to protest, but I continued, "He’s armed, h
TW/: sexual assault/abuse-MenaSome time had passed since Anson began pacing the room again. An uneasy energy surrounded him as I was still tied up, and my worries began to grow by the minute.His behavior had reached a peak that was even something new to me. I knew he could switch, but not this quickly. Anson was not himself and spoke and argued with nothing but air. I had seen him angry, I had seen him make a fool of himself—but this was sick.I had kept my gaze low, avoiding eye contact as much as possible because it felt like the safest thing to do—but as time went by, I felt an urge of something I would not be able to hold back for much longer.“Anson,” I spoke above a whisper, mustering courage. My voice sounded hoarse from the lack of talking. “I have to pee.”He stood still, but didn’t respond. Anson was out of it, utterly zoned out and lost in his own world, kind of like a zombie. It was as if my words just floated through the air because they didn’t seem to have gotten thr
IsaacIt was only afternoon when Isaac carried a large bucket of grapes back into the mansion. As he walked, he was surrounded by the giggles of the children running around him.Among them were two of the many children of Amaro Ortega, a ten-year-old and an eight-year-old girl. They reminded him so much of his own daughter.The older one, Milena, looked up at him with wide curious eyes. “Can I help you carry the grapes, Mr. Isaac?” she asked.Isaac glanced down at her with a kind smile. "Maybe next time, kid. You know your brother doesn’t like you working."“So what? He doesn’t like us talking to you either, but I still do it,” Milena retorted. Isaac chuckled softly as the kids ran off.He had been brought to the house of Amaro Ortega, Julian’s brother. Amaro was a lawyer, a good and quiet man who didn’t say much. When Isaac first arrived, he had prepared himself for the worst, expecting some form of punishment or at least harsh treatment for all the damage he had caused the Fanuccis.
MenaI smiled down at the baby in my arms, his tiny fingers curled around mine as I admired how perfect he was. His full head, his dark eyes, the little sounds he made.Naty sat on Alessio’s lap, her eyes warm and curious as she gazed at her new baby brother.“What do you think?” Alessio asked her. “Do you like him?”Naty giggled in response. “He’s really cute, and I already love him so much!”Alessio and I shared a smile. Over the past months, we had both worried about how Naty would adapt, but for now, she seemed to be doing just fine. The delivery had been smooth, just as smooth as the pregnancy. Alessio stayed by my side the entire time, and I hoped raising him would be just as easy.I was still at the hospital, and after some visits, it was finally just us—a moment of peace.Naty reached out and gently grabbed the baby's hand, giving it a little shake. "Hi, baby—it’s your big sister," she spoke softly, a pout on her lips.The baby cooed, and we all laughed softly. "Does he have a
Mena "Look, Mommy, it's pink!" Watching her excitement filled my heart with warmth. "Is it for me? Can I open it?" Naty asked eagerly. "Is this the thing that's better than the candy ring?" Flustered, I looked at Alessio as he took the box from her. "I will open it for you, and while I do that—there’s something I want to ask you," Alessio spoke tenderly. He took Naty's hand across the table, and she smiled at him. I relaxed in my chair, wondering what he was about to ask her. “I’m not good at speaking,” Alessio began, “But I want you to know that what I’m going to tell you comes from the bottom of my heart,” his voice was sincere. Naty nodded, giving him her full attention as her eyes turned wide. For a moment, the air filled with silence as Alessio paused, thinking about his words. "Naty,” Alessio said, nervously. “Having you and your mommy in my life is one of the best things that ever happened to me. I love everything about you, I will always be there for you—and I will do
MenaI wrapped a scarf gently around Naty’s neck, making sure she was warm for the evening. She looked adorable in the dress I had chosen for her, for the dinner Alessio had planned.He hadn’t told me much, only that a driver would take us to the location. Whatever he told me, I just went with it—because I was too tired to investigate. I had already done that a lot lately.Naty showed me a wide grin.“What is it?” I asked, curious about the reason behind it."Nothing, I’m just really happy," her eyes sparkled.I immediately pulled her into my arms, caressing her hair with my fingers. She was really happy, that’s all I wanted to hear. After everything we had gone through, this was what she deserved. A joyful and carefree life.“Come on, let’s go,” I took her hand in mine.As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I noticed Liza in the foyer. Our eyes met and a smile spread across both our faces. It was the first time I had caught her alone since she handed me that letter. The letter that
AlessioI stepped into the room, letting the door slam shut behind me. Isaac, who sat on the bed, his back turned against me, turned instantly and our eyes met. His were full of regret, but mine were empty.He looked different, better indeed.His face was still bruised, his neck where the scissors had been, bandaged—but overall he looked good.I stuffed my hands into my pockets and leaned back against the door, watching him in silence. Would he be the one to speak up, act like we were just two old friends catching up—or perhaps offer an apology—or was he really smart enough this time to know he had to keep his mouth shut?Minutes stretched out, and neither of us broke the silence until he finally spoke."I know you still have a lot of questions," Isaac began. “And if you want to know more, I can explain—“I grunted. “There’s nothing more for you to explain, and I don’t have anything else to say to you,” I spoke coldly. "I’m here to give you instructions, and that’s it."Isaac nodded,
AlessioI sat in the chair in Julian’s office, waiting for the man to arrive. He had called me yesterday, told me Isaac was fully recovered, and now it was time to figure out what came next.Quite some time had passed, and I began getting impatient when the man decided to walk in at his own time, with two glasses in his hand. “Ah, if it isn’t my favorite fed lover,” he greeted me, handing me the drink before making his way over to his chair.A grin spread across his face, as if he was proud of his own joke. I scoffed, eyeing the drink in my hand.“The drink isn’t poisoned if that’s what you’re thinking,” Julian spoke.I released a chuckle, setting the glass down without taking a sip. “It’s not that,” I said. “I trusted you when I asked for your help, and I trusted you when I left Mena in your care—but now, I just want to discuss what needs to happen to Isaac.”“And that’s why you won’t drink?” “I don’t have time to drink,” I stated, my tone urgent.Julian’s expression changed, and
MenaI stared at my reflection in the mirror of the boutique, the dress hugging my flat belly. “Can you believe there’s a baby in there?” I caught Pilar’s gaze through the mirrors.It had been a few weeks since everything settled down. Life had returned to normal, or as normal as it could be for us. Domenico and Giulia had returned to Italy, and Alessio was back to his long hours leading the Fanuccis.“I’m sure it’ll grow,” Pilar smiled. “But have you already thought about what we’re going to do if you go into labor while I’m away on a gig?”I pouted, as did she. Pilar would soon be heading back home to continue her career, and I understood she had her own life to lead. As much as I wanted her to, she couldn’t stay here forever. The thought of not having her around had already started to make me feel lonely. She wasn’t just a friend, over time she had become like a sister.She was the one who always had the best advice, the one who made me laugh and forget the stress around me. Who wo
Alessio"Being a good leader means doing what you believe is right, even when it’s hard. You’re doing that. And that’s why you’ll be a great head of this family."I tried to focus and pay attention to Dad’s words, but it was difficult since I didn’t deserve them. After we’d arrived back at the mansion, I found myself in the study with Dad and my brothers to discuss today’s events.As far as he was concerned, Isaac had died. That’s what his little spy, Gian, had told him—and that’s what I would make him believe for the rest of his life.That didn’t mean I didn’t feel bad. I felt like shit. Lying to my family on such a scale was something I had never done before. I had always tried to prove myself and do whatever was necessary to keep this family together—but this time I failed.It was as simple as that. Letting Isaac live? I had no real explanation for why I did what I did. The only thing I knew was that Mena told me to listen to my heart, and it answered for me."I knew there was no r
MenaJulian walked over to his little bar and showed off his three special bottles. "What do you want to drink? Tell me.”I examined each bottle, picking it up to inspect it closer before letting out a deep sigh. I knew I couldn’t touch it, but looking would be alright. “I think I should probably take the one without alcohol.”He looked surprised. "You don’t drink?" Julian questioned."I do...just not now," I replied, setting the bottle back down gently.As Julian looked down at my stomach, I wondered if he knew what I meant. “Hmm,” he hummed, not going into it any further. He grabbed another bottle, waving it in the air.“I think this one is for you,” he poured me a drink. Then he led me to a sofa."You remind me of my niece," Julian started talking as soon as we sat down. He swirled the drink in his hand. "I haven’t seen her in a while, but she’s just like you."“What am I like then?"Julian smiled, "You’re soft, determined, and have these curious eyes—like you want to know everythi