All Chapters of Love & Vengeance : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Vittoria's POVI have never believed in forgiveness.Not for the Lombardi's. Not after they destroyed my family.The Lombardi's killed my father.That was the thought I woke up to every morning. The thought that tightened my chest and stayed there, squeezing tighter every hour.I looked outside the kitchen window, watching the birds land softly on the skeletal branches of the Maple tree.It had been six months since my father's body was pulled out of the Hudson River, a year since he went missing.A gust of wind blew, scattering the birds from the tree. They flew away, their coloured wings flapping frantically against the gray sky.It was a beautiful sight, but I couldn't bring myself to smile.Vittoria, you're doing it again,” Mama said from behind, interrupting my thoughts. “Doing what?” I asked, turning to face her.“Brooding.” she said, placing her hands on her hips.“I'm not brooding.” I said, my voice coming out sharper than I intended. She sighed, and moved towards the dining

Vittoria's POV The man who I had spent the last six months planning to destroy.He was standing right in front of me and I couldn't even move.I tried to keep my expression neutral as hands gripped my bag strap.He moved his gaze from me to the man on the floor and I subconsciously moved out of the way for him to pass.“So…what has he said?” He asked, walking towards the couch Mr Palazzo was sitting on.He sat down beside him and Mr Palazzo leaned forward and explained whatever it was that they discovered.“Hmmm,” he murmured, leaning back into the couch. “Interesting.”Suddenly he sat up again, his eyes flashing. “Aguero” He said gently and the bruised man struggled to turn towards him.“Si” he managed to answer.“Six years,” he started, leaning forward. “We have worked together for six years Aguero and you betrayed me, for what? I don't believe what you told them so I'm going to give you one last chance.”“Don, what I said was true, I swe….,” one of the enforcers kicked him before

Ricardo’s POVI wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone.The morning had been a disaster, there had been an incident at one of our clubs in Las Vegas and the police had gotten involved.I sent Valerio to settle the matter but it did nothing to reduce my anger. I felt like ripping someone's head off.That someone was Antonio Lombardi, my stupid cousin or at least that's what everyone believed.I had sent him to Las Vegas because we had the police there in our pockets. Antonio wasn't meticulous and could easily get caught so I sent him where he wouldn't bring us any trouble but he still messed up.“When is he ever going to learn?” I wondered. Antonio was one of my most loyal men, despite his foolishness. I didn't want to get rid of him.I let out a breath, leaning back on my chair as I thought of an accurate punishment.Then I heard it, the sound of her heels clicking against the floor as she walked to the door of my office.I sat up, waiting for her to knock. She stood for a moment, she

Vittoria's POV My breath caught in my throat as my uncle stood in front of me. His gaze was sharp and calculating as he looked between me and Ricardo.I forced myself to calm down despite my heart racing. “What a surprise to see you here,” I said calmly, rising up from my seat.The look on my uncle's face was one of utter confusion. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it back.His expression shifted into one of realization and then anger.Ricardo, who had been watching our interaction intensely, stood up. “Do you know each other?”My uncle's gaze landed on Ricardo and for a brief moment, his eyes burned with hatred. But then he masked it with a polite smile, before opening his mouth to answer.“We used to be neighbors,” I quickly said before he could answer. “His daughter Christiana and I used to go to school together.”Uncle Paolo turned to look at me, confusion evident on his face. Ricardo was looking at him, waiting for him to collaborate the story, his eyes narrowed

Vittoria's POV The phone almost fell from my hand as my heart started racing. “Who is this?” I demanded, my voice trembling, but there was no answer. “Hello?” The line went dead. I stared at the screen, my hands shaking as I tried to process what was happening. Who could it be? The only explanation was that it was someone at the gala. Someone who knew that Paolo was my uncle. Or it could be someone else entirely. I let out a breath, I would have to deal with it later. I was too tired. “It could be a prank,” I murmured to myself but I knew it couldn't be. This person knew something and I was in danger. I placed my phone on the reading table and headed for the bathroom. The water felt warm on my skin, washing away all the stress of the evening. I slipped into my bed, covered myself with the blanket and closed my eyes. But the words kept replaying in my head. “I know who you really are.” It repeated like a mantra in my head until I fell asleep. The dream came so