All Chapters of Twisted Loyalties : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

When Adrian woke up the next morning at the sight of dawn, his body ached with exhaustion. The pleasure he had indulged in last night was necessary at that time; it was a means for him to escape the only thought that had been on his mind. But now that he was awake in the cold and quiet morning after, the heartache crept back in. He always tried to deny it, but his feelings for Rhea seemed to be growing stronger in the wake of her death. It felt sharper and more suffocating.His eyes flickered over to the bed where both Selene’s and the blonde girl’s bodies were sprawled out on the bed, naked.He held back nothing in their sexual activities last night, and even as they slept on this morning, he could see the satisfaction and tiredness on their faces. He wasn’t called Adrian Vitale, the masterfucker, for nothing.He sighed and then swung his legs off the bed, his feet hitting the cold floor of his luxury suite. The reality of the scenario settled on his chest again. None of these m

Rhea was beginning to settle into her routine. Her training with Pietro was progressing. She had learned and was still learning self-defense and survival.Pietro was able to get her the new papers, an official ID with her new name and a clean record. A very important step towards blending into the real world without people knowing she was living on zero personality or memories.Not long after, she started working at a local cafe, where the owners welcomed her. The work wasn’t so difficult as it involved waiting tables, taking orders, and serving coffee. She was careful to keep her head down and not draw attention to herself. Her job gave her a sense of normalcy, and the people she met there were kind.Ryea didn’t engage much, but she learned to read people by observing their habits, their moods, and even their small gestures. It became a way for her to feel some sense of control in her new life.It was midday at the cafe, and the shift was usually the calmest because it was after the

It was just another morning. The sky was still pale with early light, casting long shadows through the small, sleepy Sicilian village.Rhea walked briskly toward the café, arms tucked into her light jacket, her boots tapping against the uneven cobblestones. The streets were mostly quiet at this hour, but a few familiar faces were out.“Buongiorno, Sofia!” called out Mrs. Fabici, the old florist who always opened her shop early.“Buongiorno, Mrs. Fabici,” Rhea smiled warmly.A young delivery boy cycled past and gave her a nod. She returned it with a polite smile, then turned into the narrow side street that cut behind the church, a quicker route she’d taken dozens of times.Then it happened.A black van screeched around the bend ahead. The sound of tires scraping the edge of the road made her stop mid-step. The van slowed too quickly and sharply, making her stomach twist. Something was wrong.The side door flew open.Two men in dark hoodies jumped out.Rhea froze for half a second befo

The sun was already setting at the time Pietro glanced at the old wall clock above the stove. The ticking hands mocked him with their indifference. 6:42 p.m.Rhea was late.It wasn’t unusual by itself. Sometimes the café stayed a little busy, and other times she got caught up chatting with that older woman who worked at the bakery next door. But today, it felt different.He hadn’t touched his stew. The pot simmered untouched on the stove, and the chair across from him remained empty. The house was quiet. Too quiet.He stood abruptly, the wooden chair scraping against the tile. He stepped outside, scanning the narrow dirt path that led to the main road. He could find no trace of her.“Maybe she stopped to pick something up,” he mumbled, rubbing his jaw, but the excuse didn’t sit well with him.He waited another twenty minutes. Then thirty. The knot in his gut only tightened. Finally, Pietro grabbed his coat and headed into town, ignoring the ache in his knees and the cold creeping into

“Come with me.”The voice was low and calm but it cut through the noise like a blade.Rhea turned sharply, her eyes locking with the man who had pulled her from the stage only moments ago. He stood in front of her now, his posture relaxed but undeniably commanding. There was no question in his tone, no space for negotiation. The moment she hesitated, he turned his head just slightly, as if wondering who gave her the guts.“Where are you taking me?” she asked, her voice stronger than she felt.The man tilted his head.“I don’t hit women,” he said flatly, “so don’t make me consider exceptions. Walk.”The room around them seemed to blur as panic swirled inside her, but her legs moved before her mind caught up. She followed him, unsure if it was instinct or fear pushing her forward.They moved through a narrow corridor lit with golden lightbulbs, the muffled sounds of the ongoing auction fading behind them.Two men followed from a distance, they had to be his guards, she assumed.Rhea st