Novel-novel oleh Zee_bah

GIANNA’S POV I trailed after him, my steps slow and uncertain, a quiet unease tightening in my chest. Questions churned inside me. Why does he want to speak to me alone? What could he possibly have to say that couldn’t be said in front of the others? “What about your son?” I asked, my voice low and wary. He didn’t answer. Just kept walking. Without uttering a word, he led me into what I believe to be his at home office. As soon as I stepped into the office, the scent of expensive cologne and cigar mixed together filled the room, giving it a rich and unique scent. His office was large, filled with wooden shelves that contained a lot of books with a large mahogany desk that sits in the center of the room. His desk was occupied with a lot of arranged files and his laptop rested neatly on the polished surface. Moonlight spills across the room casting a soft, steady glow into the room aligning with the light in the office. “Have a seat Gianna,” his words dragged out in a tight,

GIANNA’S POV The minutes tick by, each second stretching longer than the last as we landed in New York. My fingers twitch at my sides, itching to do something—anything. But I know that any motive I have is pointless. There’s no way out. The guards back home had their eyes on me, sharp and unyielding. They were not just watching me. They were ensuring I didn’t even think about running. My father’s words echo in my mind, a cold reminder of why I’m here. Why do I have to go through with this? “You’ll marry him. You’ll do what’s necessary.” And the unspoken words he didn’t utter but I know too well, “You’ll be a good tool for the growth of my empire.” Mama is the only reason I’m sitting in this car. To find her. To piece together the fragments of her sudden disappearance. Whatever I do, I’ll do it for her. Years of not being able to do anything have driven me to this point, but the weight of this marriage… it’s unbearable. As my thoughts cleared, I glanced out the window, watchin

ENZO’S POV Cazzo!. I was hoping to stay for the night at one of my hotels here in Chicago, foolishly believing she wasn’t going to be the woman I saw in that dem file—the same woman I can’t seem to take my stupid mind off. But now here I am, already in New York leaving all the responsibilities to Zeno to handle. Running like a punta that I have become. The moment the car stopped in the driveway, I noticed my son's car wasn’t parked in the driveway. I shoved the door open and climbed out, my movements sharp and fast. Gravel crunched under my Armani shoes as I stormed up the front steps, barely noticing the porch light. I burst through the front door, my voice ripping into the silence. “Where fuck is Matteo?” I announced to the guards standing in the hallway. I caught the way blood drained from their faces as they noticed who was speaking. In an instant, one of the men began talking, the tremor in voice very evident, the way he couldn’t meet my eyes and kept f

GIANNA’S POV I swallowed hard on my saliva, invisible sweat trickling down my neck as I settled into my seat. He hasn’t stopped watching me. Not once. His stare pierces through the candlelit distance, silent and scorching. I feel his gaze like a second skin, every move I make under his scrutiny. When I cut into my food, I swear I feel the weight of that night pressing down on my shoulders. Enzo Moretti. I can’t believe I lost my virginity to the most feared and talked about man in America. And now, he sits at the head of this cursed table as my father-in-law. He hasn’t said much. Not directly to me. He lets the man he came with do all the talking, his words sharp and biting. He asks me about my education, my etiquette on how I view the mafia, and my ability to manage a household. I barely hear him, my thoughts still are on the man still watching me. And my grip on reality begins to slip away. My shoulders ache from the tension. I hold the fork with white-knuckled control l

GIANNA’S POVPRESENT DAY I stopped thinking of a way to escape after my big failed attempt. It was impulsive, stupid, even. I waited until the kitchen buzzed with dinner prep, then slipped out through the other side like a shadow. My heart pounded so hard as I ran, I could feel the gravel crunching under my bare feet. I pushed forward running as fast as I could and finally made it past the garden, my fingertips grazing the cold iron fence, before I could make my next move, a hand closed around my hand like a vice. I didn’t scream. But flinched when I was hauled back into the house. How stupid was I to think I could escape my father after he found out about New York. Leading him to double the security around the house, right after dropping the bombshell about me getting married to someone I hundred percent know is older than me. Ever since my failed attempt, I have spent the past month being watched closely. In every hallway, every turn, the guards are like gh

ENZO’S POV THREE MONTHS AGO It’s been two weeks since I found out that one of my best men was selling out information about our shipment and since then, I had him locked away at the warehouse, pressing him for information, but he seems to not give up with his lies. Holding the finger clipper close to his hands, and looking straight into his eyes. “This is your last chance, Paulo. I currently have five missing shipments, all under your watch, who have you been betraying me with, huh. Who have you been selling my information to?” “I promise Il Falco, I do not know anything about your missing shipments. I promise.” Already fed up with his lies, I chipped off his thumb, sharp and unforgiving, the sound of his scream echoed into the silent space. His screams didn’t last long as I collected my gun, the cold metal pressing into my palm. The gun didn’t make a sound. Just a soft click, a muted thud, and then silence as I watched the dark pool of blood trail from his