VALERIAThe moment she stepped into the room, my breath hitched, lodging itself in my throat like a jagged shard of glass.Victoria, the woman who lived like a ghost and infamous Phantom of Valeztina.My fingers twitched, instinct urging me to reach for something or anything to ground myself, but I resisted. I couldn’t afford to show weakness, not in front of her where she uses every weakness as an opportunity to control every person around her. I forced myself to exhale slowly, silently thanking my quick reflexes. Just in time, I had managed to erase the remaining traces of Ortega’s Reaper from the surveillance feeds. A reckless move on my part, if Victoria would know what I had done. She will probably torture me like she always do. And for that woman… Revealing even a glimpse of her face had been a dangerous mistake, especially that she has many enemies. But watching her comfort Leo had caught me off guard.It was a moment of vulnerability I hadn’t expected. And for reasons I
CELESTINAThree weeks had passed…Neo had started playing with Leo more, and Natasha, though still distant and cold, had become more attentive towards me. Perhaps we grew closer to each other after what had happened last time. Sevastian had settled into his role as Leo’s father as though he had been born for it. He was patient, guiding, and when he looked at the boy, there was something in his eyes that made my chest ache, a raw emotion that wanted to have his own little man.But I couldn’t give him that, a child between me and him. Because I know no matter how I hide and run, Valeztina has the power to control me. If a child was born between me and Sevastian, that poor child would suffer in the hands of Valeztina, just like what happened to Leo. Suddenly, I embrace myself when a wind suddenly blows that sends chills through my body. Suddenly, I recalled those cryptic messages that were sent to me, and I know where it comes from. I wasn’t sure when the messages started. Maybe a
SEVASTIANLeo’s laughter rang through the garden, light and carefree. I watched him for a moment, his small fists raised, ready for another playful attack.Then my phone vibrated in my pocket.I exhaled sharply, already knowing this wasn’t a call I could ignore."Leo," I called out, ruffling his hair before stepping back. "Stay here and play. I have to take this."Leo pouted, but he nodded, kicking at the dirt beneath his feet.I turned away, pulling out my phone and answering the call."What is it?" My voice was clipped, cold. I didn’t have time for small talk.Hank’s voice came through, laced with tension. "The family is calling an assembly. The elders are coming."I scoffed, already shaking my head. "Not my problem. I’m not going."There was a pause on the other end, followed by an exasperated sigh. "Sevastian, you can’t keep ignoring—"Before he could finish, there was a scuffle, a sharp rustling of movement, and then a new voice took over the line."You’re going,” She suddenly s
NATASHAThis was bad… No, this was a fucking disaster. The Valeztinas had always played dirty, but this? They had crossed a line that could never be undone. Touching a child, rape her and kills her. It was a declaration of war. A war that is exactly what they would get.The weight of it all sat heavy in my chest as I clenched my fists at my sides, nails digging into my palms. Amara Ortega-Aragon… That sweet girl was hidden away, protected in the quiet folds of some forgotten province in Asia. She was never meant to be part of this world, and we made sure of it. And yet, despite our precautions, despite the lengths we went to, they still found her.They didn’t just take her.They didn’t just kill her.They put her on a display, parading their brutality like a fucking badge of honor.The video had arrived hours ago. Sent anonymously, but we all knew exactly who was behind it. It had played across a dozen screens, in a dozen different rooms, forcing us to witness the unspeakable g
SEVASTIANIt’s 7:30 in the evening when I arrived at the ancestral house. As I stepped out of the car, the white mansion greeted me along with the cold wind that touched my skin. I momentarily look at the house. It’s been many years since I stepped foot in here and it’s still the same. The presence was daunting as the legacy it carried. The Ortega bloodline ran through these walls, stained with power, tradition, and enough bloodshed to drown a nation.I adjusted my coat, the fabric smoothing over my shoulders as I stepped through the towering entrance. The scent of aged wood and faint traces of cigar smoke clung to the air, mixing with the quiet murmurs of men stationed along the halls.Guards flanked every corner, their expressions unreadable, but their presence today wasn’t for show. It is a reminder that the Ortega family don’t have any peace even inside of the family. For once, we all gathered as one if it’s about Grandpa’s birthday or a matter of high concern like, Amara’s de
SEVASTIANThe room was thick with tension. None of us dared to speak as if, we all have different thoughts of what Amara suffered at the hands of Valeztina’s. The room was consumed with silence and I was already at break of losing my rage. I’m mad but I couldn’t let that emotion be shown, not in front of these crocodiles who're waiting for me to snap and find my faults. Suddenly, Brian breaks the deafening silence by speaking first. "Did you see now what happened to Amara?" His voice steady but edged with accusation. "Your mistake is thinking that your marriage to a Valeztina could stop the war between our families." He added while his gaze locked onto mine, unflinching. I met his stare, and both of us gave a sharp glare. Eros, the eager lapdog of my Uncle son, smirked and leaned forward. "They are our enemy," he declared, his words drenched in contempt. "Now, I can’t help but question your judgment, Sevastian. Marrying an enemy’s daughter only weakens the Ortegas. Or maybe…" Hi
SEVASTIANSuddenly, a chair scraped against the floor, creating a sound that caught our attention. My grandfather, Magnus Ortega, stood from his chair. Every head in the room turned toward him, the weight of his authority pressing down on us like a kind of wolf oppressing its prey.His face was unreadable, the kind of calm that came when a man had already made a decision.And then, he turned his head to his beloved daughter. "Priscilla." He called her name, his voice was steady. It is not a request but a command to get her attention — not only her attention but all of us when he gestures to her to come next to him. Aunt Priscilla turned to him, meeting his gaze without hesitation, and then she moved towards his spot.Every step she took was measured, and calculated like a lioness who knows that she has nothing to fear. And when she finally reached his side, he did something none of us saw coming.He offered her his seat.A sharp intake of breath echoed through the room.Everyon
SEVASTIANAunt Priscilla leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms and legs."Of course, she’s your wife," she said, a smirk curling on her lips.It was a smile that gave an ominous feeling. It felt like a noose tightening around my neck.Before I could even respond, Uncle Eric leaned forward, his smirk widening, eyes gleaming with taunt."But still a Valeztina in blood.”A sharp chill ran through the room. He was doing it on purpose, fully aware that this was a sensitive matter, especially with Aunt Priscilla here.My gaze flicked to Aunt Priscilla. Her expression hardened, the amusement vanishing as her gaze snapped back to me. It was sharp, cold, and assessing.I gulped as my expression hardened.It’s a trap. A fucking execution that invokes rage towards my Aunt. Before I could counter, Uncle Owen’s voice slithered into the conversation, pouring gasoline into the flames."A Valeztina who killed our niece, Amara." He added making my pulse flick with exasperation. I barely regist
SEVASTIANI’ve been inside Hector’s penthouse for a couple of hours now, lurking inside of his disgusting small house, and every passing second with him breathing the same air as Celestina makes my blood boil. I was itching to put a bullet between his eyes the moment he stepped in with her like he owned the damn night.They probably didn’t know I was already here watching, waiting. But neither of them said a thing. I kept my eyes fixed on Celestina as she disappeared into one of the rooms, her figure slipping behind the door like a dream I couldn’t reach.Then I turned my attention back to the bastard who thought he could play God.“Celestina, do you want red or white?” he called out, smug and casual like this was some kind of date.“Red. Make it strong,” she replied from behind the door.“Got it!” he said, wearing a smirk that made my fists clench. Then I watched him, that smug little prick, slip something into her drink. A small white capsule, crushed into powder, stirred into th
CELESTINAAfter weeks of finalizing the plan, everything was finally set into motion. I'd started going out with Hector more frequently, attending every event he dragged me to, dressed to the nines and playing the perfect, obedient little lover.There’s a saying: keep your enemies close and strike them without realizing it. Right now, I sat beside Hector at some fancy, overpriced event filled with mafia rats dressed in tailored suits, each one pretending they weren’t covered in blood beneath their silk shirts. My arm curled around his, and I forced my lips to twitch into a coy smile as we made our way through the ballroom.Everyone seemed fooled. Everyone… except the man sitting across the room, lounging like a king in his fortress of shadows, his fingers wrapped lazily around a glass of whiskey, his eyes fixed on me.Jack Kostov.He was watching me — no, studying me. Like I was a riddle he already knew the answer to.I turned my head slightly, pretending to listen to Hector talk a
VALERIAThe air thickened as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. I couldn't stop staring at Victoria.So much of what I thought I knew about her shattered the moment she uttered those words. ‘And now… so are you.’Her voice didn’t rise. It didn’t need that quiet weight she carried sank deep, like stone tossed into still water, rippling all the way through me.I swallowed hard, trying to find something to say. Anything. But my throat felt dry, like ash was lodged in it.“You were… dragged,” I murmured finally, repeating the word like it would somehow make sense of all this. “And you didn’t fight it?”Victoria turned to me, eyes cool but not cold. “I did,” she said. “In every way I could. But when you’re young and someone like Jack sees something in you, it doesn’t matter how hard you kick. He doesn't pull you in. He lures you… until you think you’re stepping into light, only to realize it’s just fire dressed as gold.”Her words settled inside me like smoke.I looked
CELESTINAIt’s been a week since the three of us took shelter in this mansion, our supposed sanctuary, though peace has always felt like a borrowed luxury in this life.Everything felt… normal again, at least on the surface. Victoria had returned to her usual poised, icy self mask on, spine straight, and words that are carefully calculated. Valeria still carried the weight of our shared trauma, but in her own way, she remained the same—sharp-eyed and remained skeptical.I lifted my teacup, sipping the warm liquid before placing it back on the porcelain saucer with a quiet clink. “I plan to return,” I said simply.Victoria didn’t even blink. She calmly placed her own cup down with that same elegance she always carried, as if nothing could ever rattle her. “Are you certain?” she asked, her voice was searching for certainty. “You think you can handle it now?”Her gaze pinned me, unwavering, the kind of stare that could strip you bare if you weren’t ready. But I was. “Yes,” I answere
SEVASTIAN“Sevastian, let him go!” Aunt Priscilla’s sharp voice echoed in the whole room. But I didn’t move nor follow her words. My hand was already fisted in Hector’s collar, dragging him up just enough for his feet to lift slightly off the floor. My jaw clenched so tightly I could feel the tendons stretching down my neck. My blood boiled, and my rage pounding in my ears louder than anyone’s voice.Yet this bastard dared to smirk. That smug fucking smirk like he hadn’t just signed his death certificate.“Didn’t you hear her?” Hector taunted, lips twitching in amusement, his voice thick with mockery.I wanted to crush his windpipe. Right there. Right now.I glared at him, as I tightened my grip. He chuckled like I was a goddamn joke to him. “It seems your godson doesn’t want to collaborate with the Savelli,” he said, glancing over his shoulder.My gaze followed.And there he was.Jack Kostov.Sitting comfortably on the leather couch like he owned the entire fucking city. One han
CELESTINAA gentle touch brushes against my face, it was light and careful.I felt the warmth spread through me, it was so familiar that I felt so hurt. Slowly, I opened my eyes and for a moment, everything was hazy and blurred. But I didn’t need a perfect vision to know who stood in front of me.“Found you,” she said softly, poking my cheek like she used to when I was little.I blinked as I adjusted my vision until the haze cleared. There she was, the same woman I used to see when I was a child. The woman who appeared in my fragments of memory and fading dreams. A phantom I once believed was just a trick my mind played to comfort me when no one else would.I shot upright, my breath catching in my throat, and without even thinking, I threw my arms around her.God… I clung to her like I was drowning and she was the last thing keeping me above water.I don’t understand. I didn’t understand why my eyes were suddenly burning, and why my shoulders trembled, or why I felt like something
VALERIAAfter Celestina found out the truth about our father, and his connection with the Ortega's, something inside her shifted. No, not just shifted. She changed completely.The weight of it was too much. Knowing that Jack Kostov, a notorious Russian mafia figure with his hands in nearly every syndicate imaginable, was not only our father but also tied to the Ortega family. Even I, who heard about it, makes me tremble. Because I also know how powerful that man is. No, he’s no longer human but a devil in disguise. His works, his business are all in-human. It is widely known how that man was haunted by the government yet they couldn’t even put him in prison because Jack was also protected by some governor, mayor, and even some personnel in police. That’s why he was known as the King of Mafia’s. Some of them admired him and other’s hated him, he had so many enemies yet he was still alive for some reason. And I knew, just like how I felt. Celestina also felt the same, we’re twins a
SEVASTIANIt’s been three months since I followed Hector all the way to Celestina’s apartment, and I still remember every second of that night like it’s carved under my skin.There are memories that blur over time, yet it’s still vividly reminding me that Celestina doesn't trust me or see me as her husband. I clench my jaw tight as I recall how her hand gently touches his face. I buried myself in alcohol hoping it could lessen but none of it eases the one I felt. Rather, I felt more resentful and hated everything that came into my mind. That night left a mark, and no amount of distraction or alcohol could scrub it clean.“You seem to be lost in thought,” Aunt Priscilla said, her voice slicing through the fog in my head. She sat beside me on the long velvet couch like we weren’t waiting for a goddamn lunatic to walk through the door.I barely turned my head. “Isn’t that normal these days?”She raised an eyebrow but said nothing.“He’s coming today,” Natasha chimed in from across the
CELESTINAThe silence felt unbearable.Victoria sat motionless, except for her hands gripping the blanket on her lap so tightly I swore the fabric would tear. Her knuckles had gone white, and the quiet weight in the air gnawed at my chest like a slow, twisting knife.Then Valeria broke the silence that consumed the whole room. “There’s one thing I want to know.” Her voice was low but sharp, different from what she usually sounds. That even I, was turned to look at her and startled by her sudden shift demeanor. Victoria lifted her gaze. Her expression didn’t shift, but something in her eyes flickered like she already knew what Valeria might ask. “Who is our father?” Valeria asked.The moment the words left in her mouth, I saw a raw reaction which I hadn’t anticipated. Victoria’s entire body stiffened, her shoulders rising slightly before trembling like a leaf clinging to a dying branch.It is the same reaction of fear and feeling I felt when I was inside of Neo secret room. “Don’