All Chapters of Love & Vengeance : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Vittoria's POV I blinked awake, disoriented with my throat dry and my limbs heavy.The silk sheets beneath me were cool with the scent of bergamot and vanilla, it was the room I slept in the last time I was here.My cheeks flushed as I remembered what happened the last time.I sat up slowly, rubbing my hands on the pajamas I was wearing, they were soft. The maid must have changed me.The memories of the night before flooded my head, the feeling of the cold blade against my throat.3:30 am. The time on the clock showed. An odd time to be awake, but I didn't feel like going back to sleep.I coughed, my throat feeling like a desert, I needed to drink water.I came down from the bed and walked to the door, closing the door quietly before I stepped into the hallway.The house was so quiet and I tiptoed as slowly as I could, not wanting to wake anyone.I had never been to the kitchen but I knew it had to be close to the dining so I went downstairs and towards that direction.A muffled soun

Vittoria's POV The helicopter descended through a veil of mist revealing what looked like an estate.It was a large property with sweeping lawns and tall elegant trees lining the driveway. Even in the dim light, I could still make out the grandeur of the place.The main house was massive, with bright lights illuminating the corinthian columns and casting a warm glow on the manicured gardens.As we touched down, the pilot moved the helicopter to a spacious landing pad near the house.The blades stopped moving and I exhaled in relief.When the door opened, the cold rush of morning air hit me.Mr Palazzo stepped out first, and I followed him with the three maids behind us.“Is this the Lombardi country house?” I asked Mr Palazzo and he shook his head.“No, it's the Boss's country house.”A group of maids rushed towards us, their eyes darting nervously as if they were expecting an attack soon.One of them, a tall lady with a kind face, moved towards me. “Come with me, miss. I'll get you

Vittoria's POV I nodded and walked out of the room with him, we descended down the stairs into the living room.It was already bright, the early morning light spilt into the room through the tall windows.My stomach fluttered with anxiety and excitement.When we entered the room, we saw some of the Lombardi men sitting around with injuries of different kinds. Marco was sitting on the floor, his legs spread apart, he was holding the side of his face like there was a wound there.“I'll get the doctor immediately,” Mr Palazzo announced and rushed back upstairs.Ricardo was sitting on the couch, his shoulders squared as he looked down at Marco, talking to him.The moment I saw him, my eyes scanned over him, looking for a sign of an injury, bruises, blood, anything.There was none.A wave of relief washed over me, it was so intense that tears burned at the corner of my eyes.Before I could think I rushed towards him, my heart hammering in my chest. He looked up and saw me, his gaze soften

Vittoria's POV Our lips met in a mix of warmth and urgency, a shiver running through me. His hands rubbed against my sides, his fingers under my blouse as he pulled me closer, deepening the kiss. I sighed softly against his mouth, my pulse drumming loudly in my ears. He tasted like mint and I leaned closer into him, my fingers tightening around his shoulders. The scent of his to mouth as he angled his head, claiming my mouth more firmly. I rose on my toes, pressing myself against his chest. His tongue brushed against my lower lip, and a tremor raced down my spine. I parted my lips, allowing him in and a soft moan escaped from me. He moved his hands to my hair, tangling his fingers gently but possessively. The other hand moved down, cupping my hip, pulling me in until not even a sliver of space remained between us. My skin burned wherever he touched, every nerve buzzing to life from the thrill of being near him. Each brush of his lips, every movement of his body made it all

Vittoria's POVMy stomach twisted as I went through all the excuses I rehearsed in my head, but they all felt like lies under her sharp gaze.“Mama, I…,” I began, my voice trembling despite all my efforts to keep calm. “There was an emergency….”“An emergency,”she repeated, her tone angry and disbelieving. “What kind of emergency will stop you from coming home for two days? Vittoria, you said it was a work dinner. What kind of dinner leads to an emergency?”“Mama…..,” I started, contemplating what to say to pacify her.“I don't think you're being safe vittoria,” she said, her hands on her waist. “I want you to leave that organization, and I'm not taking no for an answer.”The shrill tone of Mama's phone jolted her and she turned quickly and rushed into the house.I sank into the couch, watching Mama place the phone on her ear.My heart hammered in my chest and I twisted my fingers nervously on my lap. Who could be calling her now? I wondered, dread settling in my stomach.She nodded a