LOGINCassandra It felt good being able to finally breathe again. I stood under the shower, cold water pouring from my head to all over my body. This felt like therapy. Days of having to pretend, strategizing on escape plans, and worrying about my mental health were finally over. I ran my hand over my wet hair, my eyes closed. Come to think of it, it's been months since I felt this type of peace. The door creaking open made me smile. I already knew who it was… His hand wrapped around my naked body. “Hey,” Marco whispered. I turned to him, smiling sheepishly. “Hi.” His hands trailed over my body, slowly, as if savoring each part. “I missed you,” he muttered. I wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling him closer to my chest, as he continued. “I felt empty without you; it scared me at some point, losing you… I tried imagining what he was doing to—” “Shhh,” I cut in, my fingers brushing his lips. “I'm safe now, in your arms, and rather than wallowing in sadness, why don't you
Marco We arrived at the house, my men and I, fully armed, but it was empty, like the last time. “We searched here before, Nathan. There is nobody here.” He turned to me. “You searched everywhere, but not the most obvious part.” He walked to the camera that I had seen the last time we were here, and the moment he turned it, a hidden door opened. My eyes widened in surprise. There was a complete hidden house under. And standing at the entrance was Alessandro. He held Cassandra with a knife at her neck. And a gun pointing at us. His men were fully armed and in position. “Looks like he was expecting us,” I said with a chuckle. “Valentino,” he drawled, pressing the knife even closer to Cassandra’s neck. I could see the fear in her eyes, and it made me even more afraid for her. God, I just wanted to snap his neck clean. “Step any closer, and the next thing you’ll be dragging her dead corpse out of here.” I saw it in Alessandro’s eyes. He wasn’t bluffing. “I am leaving here wit
Nathan The room was thick with smoke, the air suffocating, and yet I didn't open the windows. I just sat in my armchair, picked up another cigarette, and lit it. The first drag I took stung my eyes. I pulled another one. As I exhaled, the room seemed to be closing in, becoming smaller. Usually, smoking helped me run away from my problems—all my pent-up anger and frustration—but right now? It wasn't working! My heart was still tight with rage and bitterness, and for once, just this once, I craved peace. The phone rang, breaking me away from my thoughts. I didn't wait; I already knew who it was. Andrew. “Did you find her?” I asked hastily, trying to mask the edge in my voice. “Yes, don't worry too much; she's safe, and we are getting her out tonight.” The relief hit me so fast, but I kept my face the same. There was no time to let my guard down, at least not yet. “What’s the plan?” I asked. “There’s already an extraction team waiting for us. And if everyt
CASSANDRAA frown etched on my face as soon as the door shut closed. Fuck!Why did they have to interrupt?I was so close…too close, and yet another of my plan failed! He really thought I took out my precious time to prepare food for him…tsk. I heaved a deep breath, about to move when I paused. For me to make my next plans, I have to figure out what Alessandro’s anger was about. I pressed my ears against the door, eager to hear what they were discussing. “The fuck is wrong with you?!” Alessandro’s voice echoed thunderously. “You! You, Alessandro,” Miriam’s voice rang out loud. “You have successfully let that hypnotize you with her charms, and you expect me to be cool with it?”“I guess I’ve got my answer; you went to him,” Alessandro said. “You really think HE can stop me?” What the hell were they talking about? And who was the ‘him’?There was silence in the room, and then she responded. “I want what’s best for us.”“By ruining my happiness?”“It hasn’t even been a month, Ales
ALESSANDRO I sat in front of the CCTV monitors, staring at the blank screen, as Marco's threats repeated endlessly in my head.I wasn't moved by them. The nerve of him to think he could come here, bark orders, and I obey?This was supposed to be revenge, but I've taken an interest in her. Which means even if I have a gun to my head, she goes nowhere! But how did he know?How did Marco find out I was still on my premises?A frown settled on my face as I tapped my fingers rhythmically against the armrest of the chair I sat on. He had already searched this house before. Why would he come back?I ran a hand through my hair. “Someone talked,” I said, my voice carrying no trace of softness in it. It was pure anger.I shifted quickly, turning to the guards stationed behind me. They exchanged looks.“It’s not possible, boss,” the one with the scarred face replied. “No one would dare betray you.”I leaned back in my chair, but I knew someone already did. Because I made sure my circle was
Marco My eyes squinted open, the sunlight from the windows almost blinding me. I shut them back for a while as the ache in my head intensified. Fuck. Images of what had happened replayed back in my head, causing me to jolt off the bed. Dante had shot me! My whole body was aching, but it was nothing compared to how furious I was. I ignored the pains, trying to stand when the bathroom door creaked open. There he was. That motherfucking traitor, looking as composed as ever. He had some guts showing his face after what he did. I felt a surge of strength fueled with rage as I stormed towards him. “Marco, you shouldn't be—” Smash! My fists collided with his chin roughly, causing him to stumble backwards. I didn't wait for him to recover; I launched at him continuously with every ounce of strength in me. “Stop,” Dante said, trying to use his hands to shield himself. “I don’t want to hurt you.” “You—fucking shot me!” I yelled. “I had to stop you,” he said, h
CASSANDRAI stood in front of the mirror, my hands placed gently on my belly. It's been two days since that confrontation, and Nathan hadn’t returned. That day I saw a different side of him—a toxic part—and I hated that I caused it.It wasn’t intentional; never did I imagine I’d be carrying Marco’
CASSANDRA “Have you gone mad?” I asked, my voice rising. “What the fuck is that question?”He laughed…slow at first, then a full-blown laughter much to my annoyance. “What’s so funny, Marco?” I asked, anger surging through my veins. “I’m carrying your child!”“My child?” he repeated. “How many me
MARCO. The stench hit me first.I scrunched my nose in disgust as I walked into the dungeon. It’s been over a week since this became Mariam’s new home and a little visitation wouldn’t hurt. Her bloody eyes widened as she saw me. “La mia prigioniera…” My baritone voice echoed through the room. “
CASSANDRA. My grip tightened on the sink as another wave of nausea hit me. Marco pushed my hair aside as I emptied my stomach. Fuck. I felt so sick. “Are you okay?” he whispered, rubbing slow circles on my back. “Should I call the doctor?”“No,” I replied quickly. “It’s probably a stomach upset.







