(MARIANNA'S POV) I stared at the GPS coordinates on my phone screen for the fifth time, then looked up at the unfamiliar landscape surrounding us. Nothing like what I'd expected."Alessandro, are you sure we're in the right place?" I asked, my voice tight with uncertainty.He pulled over to the side of the road and checked his own phone. "According to the GPS, we should be. But..." He gestured at the quaint countryside around us. "This looks almost like Portside. Maybe they chose somewhere close by for easier access."I read the cryptic message again, searching for any detail I might have missed. This didn't look like what they sent. "Let's ask someone," Alessandro suggested, spotting an elderly woman tending to a small garden in front of a cottage. "Excuse me, ma'am?"The woman looked up, her weathered face creasing into a friendly smile as Alessandro approached. She was probably in her seventies, with silver hair pulled back in a neat bun and dirt-stained gardening gloves on her
(MARIANNA'S POV) I thought about what Alec had told me about Vin looking for someone and wondered who it might be. Could it be his mother's murderer? Or someone to checkmate Niccolò's plan? Either way, I wanted to know too, and maybe I'd be able to learn more about him and his secret agendas.Maybe all these answers could be found in that file, I just needed to know how it looks and where it's hidden. I wondered if it would be in the Kingwicke estate, but if that is so, I'm sure grandfather would have told me about it. He'll definitely have an idea Talking about his regret when he found out about Sophia's paternity, a lot of thoughts must have been going through his head. Aside from grandfather, maybe Martha knows about it too. Or Sophia. Cause I'm damn sure Martha must have combed through all corners of the estate, most especially his study and bedroom, to look for it. Who knew if she'd hidden it away from me to finally control everything to her liking.If that was the case, I
(MARIANNA'S POV) I pulled my shirt back on with shaking hands, my cheeks burning with humiliation. One moment, he was all over me and next he acted like I'm nothing more than a used tissue.The silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating. I couldn't understand how someone could switch from heated passion to cold indifference so quickly. My lips still tingled from what we'd just done, but apparently it meant nothing to him."Is that how you're going to treat me?" The words came out sharper than I intended. "Use and dump me?"He didn't even twitch as his broad shoulders rigid with dismissal."Answer me!" I demanded, my voice cracking. "You had a mouth to grunt while fucking my mouth, I'm sure answering me isn't difficult."Finally, he turned, but not toward me. His cold gaze fixed on Scott, who was still standing awkwardly by the door."Why did you let her in?" Vin's voice was flat, emotionless.Scott cleared his throat, looking anywhere but at my disheveled state. "Because
(VINCENZO'S POV) The familiar burn in my shoulder reminded me that John Caspian's bullet was still lodged there from our last encounter. Now here he stood, pointing another gun at the woman I'd die to protect."Where exactly do you think you're going?" John's voice carried that same cold arrogance.Marianna raced behind me, feeling her tense behind me. My hand instinctively moved toward my concealed weapon, but John was already watching for that."Ah, ah, ah," he tsked, adjusting his aim. "I wouldn't if I were you, Vincenzo. Not unless you want to take her as Elena's replacement."That sent ice through my veins, followed immediately by white-hot rage. "Don't you dare.""But I'm only speaking my mind," John's smile was razor-thin. "You took everything from me when you killed her. So it's only reasonable that I do the same. Fair trade, wouldn't you say?""You bastard…….""So," he continued, his eyes shifting to Marianna, "It's best you hand her over"I moved before he could finish the
(MARIANNA'S POV) My head felt like it was splitting apart, the pain so intense I could barely think straight. The world swayed around me, and I realized I was in a moving car. Where were they taking us?I blinked hard, trying to clear my vision, and my heart dropped. Sandra lay unconscious beside me, her face marked with dark bruises. Terror clawed at my chest.The memories crashed back, men forcing their way into the penthouse, my desperate attempt to stop them with the gun Vin had given me. But I wasn't strong enough. I'd failed at the most basic level of self-defense.I tried to move toward Sandra, to check if she was breathing, but rope bit into my wrists. That's when I saw Sophia, sitting across as she watched me carefully with a satisfied smile crawling at the edge of her lips."Welcome to the ride, sister," she said, her voice sickeningly sweet. "So nice of you to join me.""What's going on?" I whispered, my throat raw. "You can talk to me but please, let Sandra go. She has no
(VINCENZO'S POV) I shuffled through the files, searching for answers about Isabella's missing child. If Marianna wasn't Leo's cousin, where was the baby?Hospital records were locked behind confidentiality laws. I'd need to break rules, but I was already a target. One more enemy wouldn't matter.I rubbed my temples. This truth about her family, I wanted to give Marianna this gift before facing Niccolò. If I survived.Her face haunted me. The tears when I'd spoken those cruel words, designed to push her away. My hands had ached to comfort her, but touching her would have made letting go impossible."I'm such a scumbag," I muttered."Sir?" Donovan appeared in my doorway, folder in hand."How is she?""Still at the penthouse with Sandra. No threats detected.""And my brother's ally?""Someone took care of him. Haven't heard anything for weeks."After his report, I called Scott."Has Sandra contacted you?"A pause. "She did. Marianna isn't taking it well."My jaw clenched. She'd believed