CHAPTER ONE
“Ana…!” Luciana turned her head, her eyes scanning the crowded hall searching for the caller. There is only one person who calls her that… “I’ve been searching for you everywhere.” Her best friend, Emily exclaimed, slightly out of breath, when she finally reached Luciana's side. “Emily, nice to see you too. When did you arrive?” Luciana smiled warmly and hugged her friend “last night. Sorry, I should have given you a call.” “it’s okay. I thought you wouldn’t make it to the gala” “I can’t miss it for anything in the world.” Emily replied, laughing lightly. “plus I miss you, and boss wouldn’t pardon me for missing work too much.” Her eyes clouding with emotions. “that’s correct.” Luciana took two glass of champagne and handed one to her friend As they sipped their champagne, Emily’s expression turned serious. “How is your mom doing?” she asked, a look of concern all over her face. Luciana's eyes dropped, her shoulders sagging slightly as she replied, “She’s still in a vegetative state.” Emily's face fell, her eyes welling up with empathy. “I got your emails and texts. Did you talk to your dad about the nightmares?” Emily asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Luciana shook her head lightly, her eyes avoiding Emily's. For months now, Luciana has been constantly having dreams of being kidnapped by a masked man and taken to a strange house. At first, she thought it was the result of her overthinking about her mother’s condition and her state of financial crisis. But when it persisted, she knew something was wrong. And her father had become increasingly detached since her mother fell sick. Her hope of financial aid came alive when the charity gala was announced and Emily had urged her to attend. Maybe, just maybe, she could find someone with a heart of an angel to sponsor her mother’s hospital bill Emily's grip on her arm tightened. “You should. Maybe he…” Just then, Luciana's eye drifted across the room, her eyes locking onto a tall, dark-haired man in a black tuxedo. His piercing gaze sent a shiver down her spine. “Em, do you see that man staring at me?” she asked, her voice filled with fear. “what man?” Emily followed her gaze to the guests “The tall one, in the black tuxedo... He's looking straight at me” “ I don’t see anyone” Emily replied. Luciana's unease persisted. She knew what she saw. Emily placed a reassuring hand on Luciana's arm. "Stop worrying. You look stunning, and you're just drawing attention." Luciana forced a smile, trying to shake off the feeling. But her eyes drifted back to the strange man, his gaze still fixed on her. "you’re getting paranoid. Let's get some fresh air," Emily suggested, leading her to the balcony overlooking the city. The cool night breeze calmed Luciana’s nerves. She rested her arms on the balcony rails, admiring the beautiful view. “I don’t think my dad is in Columbia. I haven’t heard from him or seen him in months.” Luciana said. She looked at Emily whose attention was on her phone. “Emily?” “oh sorry. I was trying to book a reservation in an hotel for us to stay the night in.” Emily replied, putting her phone away “why do we need an hotel? Are we homeless?” Luciana asked, her eyes filled with questions. “um, I…” Just then, a waiter approached them with a tray of champagne flutes. "Courtesy of a gentleman," he said, offering Luciana a glass. “I..I already have one". She stammered "let me have that old one ma’am. He requested you have this." The waiter took her glass and left. Emily raised an eyebrow. "Well, looks like someone's interested." Luciana's unease grew. “I told you someone was watching me, you’re not taking this serious” “come on girl, you’re doing great. He’s probably just attracted to you okay?” “I want to go home.” Luciana handed her friend the glass of champagne “home? No girl. We need to get high and you especially need to get drunk. Let’s go back inside, the donations are about to begin”. As they moved through the crowd, Luciana knew for sure something wasn’t adding up. She couldn't shake off the thought of fear that slowly creeped into her. She tried to search for the strange man again, but he was gone. She heaved a sigh. Maybe Emily was right. She was paranoid. * * * * * * * The gala was now over and Luciana had too much to drink. She swayed, her vision blurring as she clutched Emily's arm. "I'm fine," Luciana slurred. "You can go home. I'll handle myself." Emily's eyes narrowed. “maybe you should.." she waved her hand dismissively, stumbling slightly. "I'm fine, Em. Go home." Emily wasn’t about to leave her there to herself. She pulled out her phone. "Okay, but I'll call you a cab." As Emily dialed, Luciana leaned against the wall, her eyes drifting shut. The sound of Emily's voice, ordering a taxi, faded into the background as Luciana’s head spun. Emily stepped onto the curb, waving down the taxi. It pulled over, and Emily helped her friend inside. "here, this is the address.” Emily scribbled something on the paper and handed it to the driver. “Make sure she gets home safe," Emily instructed the driver. As Luciana settled into the backseat, Emily closed the door. "Thanks, Em," she mumbled. But as the car sped away from the curb, Luciana realized something was off. The driver wasn't taking the usual route home. "Hey," she called out, trying to sit up straight, the effect of the alcohol still very much on her. “Where...where's the meter?" she stammered. As she leaned forward to see the drivers face, a hand from the passenger seat, clamped over her mouth, silencing her. Panic set in as Luciana struggled against her restraints. She tried to kick her legs, but they felt heavy, as if weighed down by invisible chains. she could feel herself slowly fading away The taxi screeched to a halt, and Luciana's world went dark. When she came to consciousness, she was disoriented, her head pounding. She tried to open her eyes, but they felt glued shut. She heard the door open. A faint scent of lavender wafted through the air, making her stomach churn. She tried to scream, but her voice was muffled by a tape covering her mouth. Her hands and feet were tied to a chair, and a piece of cloth was wrapped around her eyes. Luciana's heart racing, she struggled to free herself, but it was no use. She was trapped. The sound of footsteps echoed through the room, growing louder with each passing second. Luciana's skin crawled as a baritone, husky voice whispered in her ear: "Welcome to your new home." As the voice faded away, Luciana was left with only one thought: she was going to die. And then, everything went black.CHAPTER 39Antonio stood before his father’s casket, his shoulders hunched beneath the force of his sorrow. The mourners whispered around them, their hushed voices blending into an indistinct murmur.Luciana took a careful step forward. She could feel the despair emanating from him, the way it curled around the room like an unbearable storm. Her heart pounded as she reached for him.“Antonio,” she murmured, voice fragile with sympathy.He turned sharply. His eyes—red-rimmed, filled with unspeakable pain—locked onto hers with something darker. Something more dangerous.“This is your fault.”Her breath hitched. “my fault?”“You told me he would live,” he continued, voice breaking under the weight of his grief. “You told me everything would be okay, and I believed you.” A bitter laugh escaped his lips before his expression twisted into something cruel. “You lied to me.”She opened her mouth, but no words came. The weight of his fury pressed against her chest. Then—something else.A voice
CHAPTER 37Luciana cupped Antonio’s face in her trembling hands, her thumbs brushing away the lone tear that escaped his eyes. “Your father will be okay,” she whispered, voice thick with emotion. Then, with a weak smile, she added, “He hasn’t murdered my father yet, so nothing will happen to him.”Antonio was in his raw, vulnerable state, yet in that moment, he felt more human than ever. He saw the sincerity in Luciana’s eyes, and for the first time in his life, he didn’t feel the weight of expectation pressing down on him. He didn’t have to be the hero.He wrapped his arms around her waist, his grip tightening as he pulled her closer. Resting his head against her stomach, he let out a quiet, shuddering sob.Luciana’s heart pounded. Every instinct screamed at her to run, to create distance before this unspoken emotion took hold of her. But as his warmth seeped into her, she lost her composure.She knew this moment wouldn’t last forever, so she did the only thing she could. She let it
CHAPTER 36“WHAT HAPPENED?” Mia asked, her voice shaking as she knelt beside her father’s battered body.Ms. Grace’s face contorted in anguish. “We heard a noise upstairs and rushed down. When we got here, they were...like this.”Luciana’s eyes widened in horror. “Did you call an ambulance or Nurse Rossi?”“Don’t be foolish, Luciana.” Sophia rolled her eyes. “We can’t risk drawing attention to this. The last thing we need is for the press to get wind of it.”Luciana's gaze fell upon Mia, who sat on the floor, cradling her father's battered head in her lap. Tears streamed down Mia's face, her eyes red-rimmed and brimming with sorrow. Luciana had known Mia for only a short time, but the sight of her vulnerability now struck a chord. She seemed so fragile, so unlike the poised and composed woman Luciana had come to know.As Luciana watched, a pang of pity washed over her. She wished she could reach out, wrap her arms around Mia, and absorb some of her pain. The urge to comfort her was a
CHAPTER 35Mia curled the last strands of Luciana's hair, setting the style in place. She stepped back to admire her handiwork, then began to work on Luciana's makeup, expertly highlighting her features. With a final dusting of powder, Mia gave Luciana a satisfied smile. "You look stunning, and this dress will seal the deal." she said, dangling a skimpy dress in her hand."There's no way I expect you to make me wear that," she said, her voice laced with disbelief.Mia raised an eyebrow. "Why not? You've been wearing the same style for a while. It's time for a change."Luciana shook her head. "I agree with changing my look, but not to this."Mia folded the dress and sat beside Luciana, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I've seen pictures of you, Luciana. You always style your hair and clothes in a similar way. I thought it was time for a refresh."Luciana's expression turned curious. "Where did you see pictures of me?"Mia flashed an enigmatic smile. "Antonio has every
CHAPTER 34 The night breeze whipped through the open window of the black SUV, as its tires devoured the miles of winding Italian roads. Antonio and the other men rode in silence, each one's mind consumed by brutal scenarios for Alessandro's demise. Antonio rolled his sleeve up, revealing the tattoo that symbolized his bond with Viktor. The inked image seemed to gleam in the dim light, a reminder of their unbreakable loyalty. He glanced in the rearview mirror, ensuring their backup team of eight men was still in tow. Donatello had argued against bringing such a large contingent, but Antonio knew Alessandro too well. He was certain their enemy had anticipated their retaliation after the video and would have assembled a formidable defense. Antonio's gut told him they'd need every man they had to take down Alessandro and his crew. In the front passenger seat, Domenico tapped his fingers against the dashboard. For what felt like an eternity, he'd been waiting for this moment,
CHAPTER 33“what?” Luciana sat upright on the bed. “you really think my father killed her?”“I didn’t say he did. I meant, if what I heard about the event was true, then it means he did. But I wasn’t present on that day, so I don’t want to make assumptions.” Mia replied.Luciana's face crumpled, and she covered her face with her palms. The sound of her sobs filled the room, heart-wrenching and raw. Mia quickly wrapped her arms around Luciana, trying to comfort her, but Luciana's grief was overwhelming. She didn't stop crying, her body shaking with each anguished sob.Luciana pulled her face from her hands, her eyes red-rimmed and puffy from crying. "I don't understand," she sniffed. “why would he do that? Why did he kill her?”Mia's hands moved gently, continuing to rub Luciana's shoulders in a soothing motion. Her face was filled with sympathy, and her eyes, with compassion. She didn’t know how to respond to Luciana’s anguish, and instead offered a gentle, comforting silence.Luciana