Amelia's Point of View:Osiris Walker and Verena Walker—both their names held power. "Osiris" means "God of death," while "Verena" means "to respect." Once again, I found myself pondering how my father got me into this world, but leaving it was going to be difficult."Father, mother, this is Amelia, my wife-to-be," Lucie declared loudly, ensuring they could hear him. Osiris turned towards me, his grey eyes, similar to Lucie's, staring at me before nodding his head. It was no surprise; everyone knew he seldom spoke to anyone except his wife. If she approved of me, that's when he would acknowledge me."Oh my, you are so beautiful!" Verena exclaimed with a smile. Before I knew it, I was in her arms as she jumped up and down with me. She certainly had lots of energy."Thank you so much, ma'am," I replied politely, giving her my best smile."Nonsense, call me Verena; you are my future daughter-in-law, so we must get to know each other!" she insisted, her kindness and sweetness shining thro
Amelia's Point of View:The race had already started before I arrived; I came late because Han didn't want to leave. He kept asking why I left the party without telling my family members. But after begging him with food, he agreed and left. So, I had a little food date with that man baby.Rolling my eyes, I could feel the people screaming and hyping the race. There was something about racing that I was obsessed with. It all started when one of my uncle's men, Gray, he was the best biker I'd ever met.I remembered that day. I came out of the mansion, my book in my hands. I got bored of staying indoors. That's when I saw it, his bike, there in all its glory. I couldn't help but grasp and ran towards it, before I could touch it, Gray grabbed my arm. I had no idea where he came from, but from the scold he gave me, I knew I had crossed the line.I had the biggest crush on him, but I was only 18 then, and he was 25. It took only one year of training, and I became a mini version of him. But
Amelia point of View;"So where have you been all these while?" I asked Gray.we were both in my room, I couldn't stop staring at him.he looked more handsome than before, His face and Body looked different."I was kidnapped, the day I left the mansion for the mission, The Russian Mafia came and attacked us, killed everyone except me" He mumbled with a frown."I have been with them , for 1 year and some months, before escaping, but I had to plan everything, so I managed to get some of his men to work with me" Gray continued."Before we left that place, one of his men placed a bomb in it, and it exploded." He Finally said with a sigh."I'm sorry I made you worry my little Trouble maker" He mumbled with a smile, while giving my cheek a squeeze."Just don't leave anymore, you had no idea how I felt!" I whispered softly looking at him.Nodding his head, he placed a kiss on my forehead before wrapping his arms around my waist.Did I tell you guys I have a ; "CRUSH ON THIS MAN!!"He always
Amelia point of View:"So tell me, why did you leave the party yesterday?, rumors had it that Lucie father was so pissed when he didn't see you!" Han said making me roll my eyes."Saying all this won't help me, you know?" I said to him.to which he laughed about.Then placed the ice cream in his mouth.Today was our little Date, tomorrow I had to go shopping with Lucie mother for my wedding dress."Are you happy about the wedding? it's in two days" He mumbled.Shaking my head, I let out a breath."I don't know if am ready Han, you know how I feel about Lucie, am not sure his parents know that he bullied me" I explained.Because from the looks they gave me, they maybe thought I and Lucie were inlove with each other, just like them."Don't think to much girl! it's just a year, by the time you know it, you are off, now back to the question, why did you leave the party yesterday?" He asked and said."I went to a race" I replied softly looking at him.his eyes wide out before laughing."T
Amelia's point of view;"So, what do you think of this dress?" I heard Lucie's mother say.making my head snap up, before looking at what she is pointing."uhm, it's good, just has too many flowers on it " I replied softly, looking at it like it could kill me.Again, everything cute and bubbly makes me sick."let's see another one then my darling," she said softly with a smile.I only nodded my head, I did feel bad.we had been in this fancy place for an hour and a half, and I still didn't like anyone.it just looked so cute, I know the old Amelia would probably pick everything.but this didn't like any."you know what! I'll take this one, it looks really beautiful." I whispered.I saw the way she stared at the dress, it looked like she had already pictured me in it.and leaving it just like that, made me feel bad."Really!" she said excitedly, from the way her eyes wide out with joy.I knew I made the right choice by picking this.Nodding my head, I gave her a smile before walking to
Lucie's point of view:"How could you!" My mother yelled as she stormed into my dad's office.He glanced at her with a raised eyebrow."I didn't do anything, love," he whispered to her.My dad can go into baby mode for my mom. I have no idea what this love feeling is, but seeing my parents happy every day makes me feel weird."Not you, this human I called a son," she said with a sigh.Dad and I exchanged a glance before turning to her."What did I do now, Mother?" I asked.I didn't want any trouble, especially from her; if she gets upset, so will Dad."You bullied her. How could you, Lucie? I didn't raise you to become a bully!" Her words made my heart drop.How did she find out?I had plans; I didn't want them to know about Amelia's relationship with me before this."Who did he bully?" my dad asked her."Amelia. He bullied her, Osiris. Your son bullied his future wife, His future Mafia Queen!" She shook her head as she spoke."Is this true?" Dad asked, his eyebrow raised.Exhaling, I
Amelia's point of View:The sound of bells ringing brought me out of my thoughts.It was today! the day I get married to Lucie.For some reason I felt excited and nervous, I didn't want to get married to him cause I hated him.but again, I wanna see how life is with him in it."You ready baby?" I heard my father say, snapping my head up.my eyes connected to his, he let out of a grasp before walking towards me."You look so beautiful princess, omg look at you, ACE, COME IN HERE!" He whispers and yells at the same time making me giggle.I could feel my eyes watering slightly, I hate being emotional."What's wrong Da-" My brother said while walking into the room.but stopped when he saw me."Amelia" He whispered, his hand covering his mouth."You look so beautiful, wow, what!" He said softly.Dad laughs loudly before shaking his head."Group hug!" I called out making them laugh before nodding their heads.We all gathered together, our foreheads on each other."I wish Mom was here" I hea
Amelia's point of view:"Look at you! You look so beautiful, Amelia," I heard Verena say as she walked towards me."Thank you, Mother-in-law," I said with a smile.She rolled her eyes before wrapping her arms around me."If my son tries anything you don't like, don't hesitate to tell me, ok?" she said in my ear.Nodding my head, I turned to the side.That's when I saw him, Osiris Walker, standing behind his wife.No one's shared.For a large man, he doesn't talk much, only when his wife talks to him.Before everyone thought he was mute until they started hearing him talk.His words were always rude and controlling.Just like Lucie.Maybe Lucie might act like him?Who am I kidding, Lucie won't let me be his mouthpiece."Nice to meet you again, Father-in-law," I said with a bow.Even though Lucie is now the new Italian Mafia leader, his father will still be the Don.He nods his head before looking at his wife.Who rolled her eyes before walking away.Again, he followed her, like a lost
Mike’s Point of ViewThe walk to Jack’s house felt like an eternity. Each step weighed heavy, not just on my feet but on my soul. Apologizing to Jack felt like trying to piece together shards of glass it was bound to hurt, but it was necessary.For years, jealousy had consumed me. It wasn’t just the envy of his life or the love he shared with Nancy; it was the feeling of always being overshadowed, always living in the shadows of his happiness. I had convinced myself that his success and love life had stolen something from me. And because of that twisted perspective, I had made choices that I could never undo.But now, standing outside his door, I realized the only way forward was to own my mistakes and seek forgiveness, no matter how undeserving I felt.Jack opened the door, his face a mixture of surprise and guarded curiosity. He didn’t say anything at first, just stepped aside to let me in. I walked into the living room, memories flooding back good ones, ones I had tainted with
Angel’s Point of ViewI couldn’t stop pacing. My heart raced with every step, my mind playing out every worst-case scenario I could imagine. Ace had barely said a word since we returned home. The tension between us was suffocating, thick and unyielding.He sat in the living room, his elbows resting on his knees, staring at the floor as if it held all the answers to the chaos that had just unfolded. His silence was more terrifying than any argument we could have had.I watched him from the doorway, my chest tightening with guilt and fear. He hadn’t looked at me, hadn’t said anything about what Morana had revealed. It was as if he was retreating into himself, shutting me out completely.I couldn’t take it anymore.Tears blurred my vision as I turned and rushed to our bedroom. Shutting the door behind me, I sank to the floor, my back pressed against the cold wood. The tears came fast and uncontrollably, shaking my entire body.How could my father have done this? How could he have been r
Amelia's Point of ViewThe drive home was unusually silent. Ace and Angel had left in a hurry, no doubt to process everything privately. Meanwhile, I found myself in a car with my father and Uncle Nick, the two men who had just uncovered secrets that could have shattered us all.Lucie’s hand rested on mine, his thumb gently stroking the back of it in reassurance.I leaned into his warmth, grateful for his steady presence. Today had been a whirlwind, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about any of it.My mind kept circling back to Morana. Her confession had been shocking, but the CCTV footage… that was the nail in the coffin. Seeing everything play out, hearing the heated argument, and watching the chaos unfold—it was like stepping into a nightmare.The way my father had reacted, the guilt that had clouded his face when Morana revealed the truth, stuck with me. He looked like a man who had been running from his demons for years, only to find them waiting for him all along.We arrived at m
Mike’s Point of ViewThe weight of their stares bore down on me like a hammer. Their expressions were etched with disbelief, anger, and betrayal. I had known this day might come, but I wasn’t prepared for the crushing silence that filled the room. It was deafening, worse than any words they could have hurled at me.Angel’s tear-streaked face was the first to pierce through my defenses. Her voice, shaky but firm, broke the silence.“Dad…” she said, her tone trembling between sorrow and rage. “Please tell me this isn’t true.”I let out a breath, heavy with the burden I had carried for nearly two decades. My hands trembled as I clenched them into fists at my sides. There was no escape now, no more lies to hide behind.“It’s true,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “I did it.”Gasps erupted around me, and I winced as if their collective shock were physical blows. My eyes darted to Angel again, hoping to find some semblance of understanding in her gaze, but all I saw was devast
Morana’s Point of ViewI stood there, my hands tucked into the pockets of my jacket, feeling the weight of everyone’s stares. The crisp afternoon air brushed against my skin, but it did nothing to cool the heat that burned in my chest. Eighteen years. I had waited eighteen years to speak the truth, and now, as I faced them, the moment felt heavier than I had imagined.Nick stood at the front, his expression hardened, but I could see the confusion in his eyes. He didn’t trust me he never had since that day. I couldn’t blame him. Not after what he saw.“Do you remember,” I began softly, my voice steady despite the chaos swirling inside me, “eighteen years ago when I told you to tell your brother to leave the country with Nancy and the kids?”Nick’s brow furrowed as he nodded, but his confusion deepened.“What does that have to do with anything?” he asked, his tone sharp, impatient.Letting out a slow breath, I turned my gaze to Mike. There he was the cause of all this pain. The man w
Uncle Nick’s Point of ViewThe morning air was crisp as I leaned against my desk, staring at the message on my phone for the hundredth time. Morana’s words haunted me:"I’m tired of hiding. Bring your family and meet me at this spot by 4 PM. I’ll come clean and tell you my part of the story."The text felt unreal, almost like a trick, but it was our first solid lead in years. Was this truly the end of our search? Could we finally put all of this behind us?Yet, I couldn’t shake the unease. Why now? Why after so many years of silence? And why would she want us all there?I pocketed my phone and made my way to the living room, where Ace and Amelia were already waiting. They both looked tense, their eyes betraying a mix of anticipation and distrust. Lucie stood beside Amelia, his protective stance clear as day. Angel sat close to Ace, her presence a calming force in the storm that brewed between us.Then there was Mike Angel’s father. He had been jittery since the message came through,
Uncle Nick's Point of ViewThe weight of the meeting still lingered in my mind as I paced my office. Mike’s sudden decision to leave everything behind gnawed at me. It didn’t make sense. Mike was never one to back down, not without a reason, and certainly not when it came to protecting his daughter, Angel.I ran a hand through my graying hair, my jaw clenched. My mind spun with theories, but none seemed to stick. Something wasn’t adding up.“This isn’t over,” I muttered, slamming my hand against the desk.I looked out the window, the city lights twinkling in the night. The world moved on as if nothing was amiss, but I knew better. Secrets had a way of bubbling to the surface, and in this family, secrets were our currency—and our downfall."I’m also a Mafia leader," I said aloud to myself, the words biting with bitterness. How could I, Nick Sinclair, who built an empire on loyalty and fear, be standing in the shadows, clueless about what was happening right under my nose?Shaking my
Mike’s Point of ViewSitting in my office, I stared out the window, watching the world move along as if nothing had happened. But my chest was heavy, my mind racing. My daughter, Angel, was too close to discovering the truth. Her determination to find Morana terrified me.For years, I had buried the truth, locked it away in the deepest corners of my mind, and covered it with layers of lies. But now, with Morana’s name being spoken again, the past I had tried so hard to forget was clawing its way back to the surface.I picked up my glass of whiskey, my hands trembling as I took a sip. My mind wandered to that day eighteen years ago when everything changed.It was a cold evening. The air was thick with tension as I stood in the dimly lit room, the gun heavy in my hand. Morana was across from me, her arms crossed, her face as stoic as ever.“Since you don’t want to get the job done, I guess you go,” I said, my voice steady but my heart pounding.She didn’t flinch. Morana was never one
Ace’s Point of ViewThe drive back to the mansion was silent, tension hanging in the air like a thick fog. Angel sat beside me in the passenger seat, her hands folded tightly in her lap. Her knuckles were pale, her expression unreadable as she stared out the window.My mind was racing. Uncle Nick’s revelation about Morana had been a bombshell none of us were prepared for. The idea that our mother’s death wasn’t due to illness but murder by someone we trusted was unbearable.I gripped the steering wheel tighter, the leather creaking under my palms. “I can’t believe he kept this from us,” I muttered, breaking the silence.Angel glanced at me, her expression softening. “Ace, he thought he was protecting you and Amelia,” she said gently.“Protecting us?” I scoffed. “By lying to us our whole lives? By letting us believe our mother died of natural causes when it was anything but?”Her hand reached out to touch mine, but I pulled away, my frustration too raw to accept comfort.“Nick had no