AURORA'S VENDETTA

Chapter 1Aurora's POV Uncle Lorenzo heaved a sigh as I asked him the question again. "What happened to my parents, uncle?" The question had always been in my mind and I'd asked him several times before, but while I headed back home after work that evening, I overheard some men talking about one of the former underboss who worked for the Camorra. On hearing them talk about Edoardo Mancini, I hid behind a block to listen to what they had to say about him. There could only be one Edoardo and that was my late father who died when I was a few months old. "Why are you so interested in their death, Honey? You will only reopen old wounds." He argued but I shook my head, determined not to listen to anything he'd say to me. I was old enough to know the truth about my parents death, no matter how it happened and he'd leave me with no choice but to find out about the truth from other people. "I'm twenty three, uncle. Don't I have the right to know what happened?" I asked, my voice laced w

Chapter 3Aurora's POV I looked away and waited for all of them to begin eating before I started. My ears were itching to hear their reviews on the food and only ingrate could say that it wasn't delicious. "This tastes divine. Did the new cook prepare this?" Angelo asked and I risked a glance at him since he was seated beside me. He ate the meal ravenously and that gave my heart tiny sparks. I didn't reply since the question wasn't directed to me. My uncle had taught me that I shouldn't speak unless I was spoken to, not because I was daft, but it would give me an edge over the speaker. "Yes, she prepared it. I think we have gotten the right person to replace Martina." Ginevra declared. "Let me be the judge of that." Matteo objected in a low rumble that showed that he was in a position to give orders. And I observed that he hadn't touched his meal yet. "I'm sorry. I just got carried away by the meal and started blabbing. It won't happen again." She apologised and he nodded. My e

Chapter 5Aurora's POV My eyes popped at the blood that smeared his suit. Not like I expected him to be any different from his parents, but I didn't expect him to come back home with such stain. "Yea, that's blood. Does that look foreign to you?" He snarled and stared at me like I was a child that didn't understand anything. Deep down, I wished that he had some cuts or deep wound. No! I wanted to inflict the pain on him myself, but I had to act like I was concerned and hide the murderous feeling that was stirring inside of me. "Is there anything I can do to help?" I offered. "No," He walked towards the stairs. "Tell Ginevra to come to my room, she knows what to do." I nodded and headed straight for kitchen since I didn't know her room. It was lunch time already and Ginevra was going to stay in the kitchen to supervise whatever I would prepare. She still didn't trust me yet. "Ginevra, Mr Matteo requires your presence in his room." She gave a curt nod and walked away while I wen

Chapter 7Aurora's POV I blinked hard at his words. Kissing him wouldn't have been hard if I didn't loathe him. Though my innards tingled at the thought of having his alluring lips on mine, I shoved away the feelings and thought of what to do. "Why do you want me to go with you anyways? A Capo and serious womaniser like you is supposed to have women at his beck and call." I stated and he smirked, pinning his gaze on me which I held on even though I was having a fluttery feeling in my stomach. "Sorry, but I can't disclose my reason to you. You are my worker so you don't get to ask me questions." My lips twitched as he stirred up the flirty part of me. Like I said before, it would be more fun playing with him before paying for the sins of his father. "Well, this isn't between a boss and his employee. This game is between a man and a woman so if you want me to accompany you, give me a good reason." I sat on the bed, raising my brows at him enjoying the charade. My expectations were

Chapter 9Aurora's POV Seeing Matteo protect me last night, with his teeth clenched in anger and his muscles flexing visibly from his black dress shirt, I felt a natural sense of belonging. My mind scowled at the thought that I was enjoying Matteo's attention but my heart clamored for it. I stretched under my covers and sat up, fluttering my eyelids. My gaze darted towards the clock which showed that it was past 8am.I scrambled away from the covers and tossed on my night robe. Breakfast was supposed to be ready before 7am, but thanks to Matteo I was late. For a strange reason, I wasn't scared of what Matteo or his brother would say, rather my heart thudded in anticipation of what Ginevra would do. Her deep glare and scathing look was scary enough to make a sinner repent. I wondered how Ilaria coped with her before I came. Surprised washed over me when I climbed quickly down the stairs, gripping the rail for support as I got to the last row to meet the table set. My legs moved fa