Novels by Archnemesis

The night feels heavier than usual. The wind outside hums through the olive trees, a low, steady whisper that sounds almost like warning.I haven’t told Giuli about Enzo’s plan. Not because I want to lie—but because I know how she’d look at me if I did. That quiet disappointment in her eyes, the kind that slices deeper than any knife.So I keep my mouth shut. I let the silence between us stretch, let it wrap around this house that’s pretending to be a home.Rossa tucks Sofia into bed before dinner’s done. She always hums the same lullaby, the same one Giuli used to hum when things were simpler—when the world hadn’t yet decided to take everything from us.Giuli sits by the balcony afterward, a book resting on her lap, unread. The golden light spills over her face, softening the shadows under her eyes.“Long day?” she asks when I step out.“Always,” I reply, my voice lower than I intend.She doesn’t look up. Just nods, fingers brushing the pages. “I meant what I said earlier. You need t

Giuli doesn’t speak to me yet. She’s calm—too calm. The kind of silence that screams louder than shouting.Sofia sits between us, her small hands holding a spoonful of porridge, humming a tune Rossa taught her.And Rossa, as always, moves through the kitchen with grace. Smiling. Warm. Effortlessly blending into the routine like she’s always belonged here.But I can feel her eyes flick to me every few seconds.Just brief enough to seem natural, just sharp enough to make my skin crawl.When Sofia laughs, Rossa joins in, soft and motherly. I almost believe it again.Almost.By noon, I’m already out of the villa. The drive to the docks is long, but it’s what I need—space, noise, distance.Giuli stayed behind with Sofia. She told me to “let it go,” but I can’t. Not when everything inside me screams that something’s off.I park near the old warehouse where Enzo works his operations—our safehouse for things that shouldn’t exist on paper.The sea wind hits hard, bringing the smell of rust and

It’s strange how peace feels like a performance.Every laugh, every calm breakfast, every moment where Giuli and Sofia smile—it’s all part of a show I’m not sure I know the ending to anymore.And lately, it’s her I can’t take my eyes off.Signora Rossa.She moves through the house like she’s always belonged here. Folding laundry, singing softly as she cooks, whispering lullabies to Sofia as if she carried her blood. She’s perfect—too perfect.Giuli trusts her again. I can tell. She wants to believe the story—the diary, the innocent explanation, the warm words. I want to believe it too, God knows I do. But something in me doesn’t sit right.The kind of wrong that keeps me awake even when Giuli’s asleep in my arms.It’s midnight now. The house is quiet except for the ticking of the old clock in the hallway. Giuli’s breathing slow beside me, one arm draped over my chest. But my eyes are open.I can’t stop thinking about that damn notebook.Earlier today, Rossa was too calm. Too composed.

The light poured through the villa’s arched windows, soft and golden, touching everything it met — from the ivory drapes to the small porcelain cup in my hands. The air smelled faintly of jasmine and coffee. It was calm, almost perfect — the kind of morning that used to mean peace. But lately, peace felt too quiet. Almost deceptive. Sofia’s laughter echoed faintly from the garden where Signora Rossa sat with her. I could see them through the window — Sofia in her pale yellow dress, her cheeks rosier than ever since her recovery. She was holding a small paintbrush, giggling as she showed her drawing to the woman who had cared for her since birth. Rossa smiled, that same motherly smile I used to find comforting. She brushed Sofia’s hair back gently, said something that made my daughter laugh again, and for a moment… everything looked normal. “Vedi? She’s getting stronger,” I murmured, half to myself, half to the man standing behind me. Matteo didn’t answer immediately. He was leani

Morning spills into the villa like honey through the curtains. Sofia’s laughter echoes faintly down the hall, bright and unguarded, the kind of sound that should ease every worry in my chest.But it doesn’t.I stand at the doorway of her room, watching. She’s sitting cross-legged on her bed, her thin arms covered in the long sleeves I insist she wears even in the warmth. Rosa sits beside her, weaving a braid into her dark hair, her lips moving softly with a story I know I once heard in my own childhood.“And the brave knight,” Rosa says, her voice low and melodic, “fought not for glory, but for the heart he cherished. For love.”Sofia giggles. “Like Daddy?”Rosa’s gaze flickers, just for a breath, toward me standing in the hall. Then she smiles, soft and practiced. “Yes, cuore mio. Like your Daddy.”Something twists inside me. The warmth should comfort me. Instead, it burns.Matteo appears behind me, silent as ever, one hand brushing my lower back in quiet greeting. His eyes fix immed

The hospital doesn’t smell like leather and smoke, like power and threats. It smells like antiseptic and warm linen, the kind of place where the world narrows to the sound of a heartbeat monitor and the small breaths of someone you can’t afford to lose.Sofia’s room is on the top floor, away from the noise of the city. Matteo holds the door open for me, his hand lingering on my lower back as if he knows I need anchoring before I step inside.She’s sitting up in bed, her dark hair falling over her shoulders, skin still pale but brighter than the last time I saw her. The blanket is pulled up to her chest, and a stuffed bear—too childish for her age, but precious because Matteo bought it during one of his late-night visits—sits tucked under her arm.“Daddy!” Her voice lifts, small but full of light.Matteo crosses the room in three long strides. For all the power he commands in the streets, it’s here—kneeling beside her bed, kissing her forehead—that he looks undone. “Principessa,” he mu

“Come on, Trinity! You used to be better than me at this!” Axcel yelled from the water, balancing perfectly on his board while the waves curled beneath him like playful giants.I squinted under the golden sun, my fingers adjusting the strap of my rash guard. “That was four years ago, Axcel!"He laughed, effortlessly riding a wave and then diving off with that same carefree charm he’s always carried—like the world was too small to weigh on his shoulders.I paddled out, determined to reclaim some dignity. The water was warm against my skin, familiar and foreign all at once. It had been years since I’d done anything remotely close to this. I used to chase deadlines and meetings—now I was chasing waves.Axcel paddled over and steadied my board as I repositioned. “You’ve got this. Wait for the right one. Patience.”“Something you never had,” I teased.He smirked. “Maybe I’ve changed.”The wave came, and this time I stood—shaky but standing. The adrenaline roared through me like the ocean i

Five yearsIt still feels surreal to say it out loud.If you told the woman I used to be that I’d be here—running a chain of Clothing Line across Philippines, speaking at global business summits, dressing in custom-designed power suits, flying first class from country to country—she would’ve laughed in disbelief. Now, I live in glass towers, I walk across marble floors in five-inch heels, I sign contracts worth millions. People address me as “Ma'am Ty,” their eyes filled with admiration and fear. I built a fortress of success so high, even my memories couldn’t climb it. Or at least, that’s what I wanted to believe.Because the truth is, no matter how high I’ve risen… my shadows always find me.Today was one of those days—endless meetings, back-to-back presentations, and a last-minute video call with the Singapore investors who wanted to renegotiate our stake agreement. I nailed it all, of course. I always do. There’s a certain power in knowing no one expects you to fail. You become u

The moment they took her, something inside me snapped.Not the heartbroken kind of snap. No. This was deeper. Sharper. I didn’t feel pain. I felt wrath. Pure, undiluted rage. And it was about to consume everything in its path.I stormed into the estate’s war room, where the core of Nostra Affari waited in silence. My men stood tall, dressed in black, weapons ready, waiting for orders.“They took her,” I growled, eyes locked on the map displayed across the wall. "I want them dead."No one asked questions. They knew better. This wasn’t just about vengeance—it was personal. I wasn’t just the heir to an empire tonight. I was death in a suit.Sky entered, tablet in hand, sweat beading his forehead. “I tracked Nicole’s convoy heading north—Ilocos Norte. They’ve stopped near a shoreline and has a fucking chopper waiting there.”My jaw clenched. “They’re taking her somewhere. She’s not going to make it to that chopper.”I turned to my men. “Mobilize everything. Ground teams, air units, satell

The moment Leo pulled me into his arms, blood-stained and breathless, I felt a sliver of peace. For the first time in what felt like forever, I thought I was safe. The gold-masked man was cuffed and unconscious. The basement faded behind us like a bad dream.But that illusion shattered the moment we stepped out into the open.The night exploded.A hail of bullets pierced the air from nowhere—windows shattered, tires blew, and Leo immediately shielded me with his body. “Get down!” he shouted, dragging me behind an overturned car.I couldn’t see where the shots were coming from at first. But then I heard her voice. Cold. Mocking. Familiar. Nicole.She stepped out from a black SUV like she owned the damn warzone. Dressed in all black, hair slicked back, sunglasses at night like she was untouchable. Behind her, a fleet of armed men emerged—fully geared, tactically aligned. An army. Her army.She smirked, holding a pistol. “You didn’t think I’d just let you walk away with him, did you?”

The first thing I noticed was the smell-damp concrete, mold, and something metallic I couldn't quite place. Blood, maybe. The air was thick and suffocating, like it hadn't been disturbed in years. I was shivering-not because of the cold, but because of what I had just survived.My wrists ached from the rough zip ties cutting into my skin, and the blindfold they'd used was still half-hanging around my neck. I sat on the cold, unforgiving floor of what looked like an abandoned basement, lit only by a flickering bulb swinging above me like a slow, ticking clock.I wanted to scream for help. I wanted to run. But I couldn't do either.My belly-my baby-was the only thing keeping me grounded. *Don't panic. You need to stay calm. For the baby.I heard voices upstairs. Muffled. Angry. Barked commands. Footsteps. One set. Then two. Then silence.Then the door creaked open.A man entered, his shadow cast long and crooked across the floor. He wasn't the one from earlier-the one who shoved me into

I thought we were just attending a corporate event. That was all I expected. I never imagined this. I always believed Leo would propose after I gave birth—that’s how I pictured it in my head. “I love you so much, Trinity,” he whispered as he pulled me into a tight embrace. I returned it with the same intensity, melting into his arms. This is it. We’re finally getting our own version of happily ever after.…As we entered the hotel, the party was already in full swing. People were dancing, laughing, and living in the moment. Leo and I joined in for a slow dance. I gently rested my head on his shoulder, his arms wrapping securely around my waist like he never wanted to let go.“You’ve spoiled me with so many surprises today, Leo,” I murmured against him. “Now it’s my turn. After the party, I have something to tell you.” There was anticipation bubbling inside me, a secret waiting to be set free. “I’ve never really been excited about surprises until now,” I added softly. “Maybe b