Mag-log inENZO’S POVEight months had slipped by faster than I expected, and this pregnancy had tested every limit I thought I possessed. With Renzo, I had missed everything because of the explosion that ripped Elena from my life. This time I stayed right beside her through every craving, every tear, and every wild mood swing. I adored her even when she terrified me. She forgot half her doctor appointments, so I kept the schedule in my phone and reminded her every single time. She had become lazy about showers too, so I teased her, dragged her to the bathroom, and washed her hair myself while she complained and laughed in the same breath. When the ultrasound had showed us that we were indeed having a girl, she cried like a child. Those moments felt precious. I finally got to be the husband she deserved and the father I wanted to become.We sat around the breakfast table with the whole family. Mamma Rosa and Papa had stayed on to help, and their presence filled the house with warmth. Elena att
ELENA’S POVI sat on the edge of our bed the next morning and stared at my phone screen, there was a video of a cute puppy tripping over its own feet, playing. And just like that tears rolled down my cheeks again even though nothing sad had happened. Lorenzo walked in from the bathroom and stopped when he saw my face. “What is it this time, baby girl?” he asked gently as he came closer and knelt in front of me.“I saw a video of a puppy tripping over its own feet and it made me cry,” I mumbled and wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. “It was so cute and clumsy and now I cannot stop.”He bit back a smile and pulled me into his arms. “You cried over a puppy yesterday, baby girl. And the day before that it was a commercial with the old man and his dog.”I pushed at his chest but ended up laughing through the tears. “Stop making fun of me. These hormones are evil.”Renzo poked his head through the doorway right then and froze. When he spotted my wet cheeks he backed away slowly. “I am
ENZO’S POV TWO MONTHS LATERI woke up with a start in the middle of the night, my hand reaching across cool sheets where Elena should have been. The spot beside me felt empty and cold. My heart kicked up immediately as I sat up and blinked into the darkness. The clock on the nightstand glowed with the time: just past two in the morning. I rubbed my eyes and listened for any sound in the house, but only silence answered at first. I swung my legs out of bed and pulled on a pair of sweatpants. She might have gone to check on Renzo. I padded down the hall to his room and cracked the door open. Moonlight filtered through the curtains and showed my son sleeping soundly, his small chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. There was no Elena. I closed the door softly and headed back toward the stairs, confusion mixing with a faint edge of worry.Then I heard it. A faint crunching noise drifted up from downstairs. My body tensed on instinct. Old habits died hard. I moved silently down the s
ENZO’S POVThe red room glowed with deep crimson light. Thick velvet curtains blocked out the world, and the air hung heavy with the scent of leather and raw desire. I knelt completely naked in the center of the cool marble floor, my wrists bound tightly behind my back with soft black rope. My heart pounded wildly against my ribs as Elena circled me slowly. Her sheer black nightgown clung to her full breasts and hips like a second skin, her hard nipples pressing visibly against the thin fabric.This room had once belonged to me. Here I had made her scream and beg while I fucked her senseless. But tonight everything had flipped. After the nightmare Dante and those monsters had forced on her, she needed to reclaim every ounce of power. I gave it to her freely. She was my queen, and I was her willing slave, ready to endure whatever pain or pleasure she chose to give.“Take off your clothes,” she ordered. Her voice came out low and commanding, her dark eyes burning with hunger.I rose to
ELENA’S POVA couple of days had slipped by in soft, golden light, and our home finally felt alive with real peace. Renzo had become the heart of every moment. He woke us with giggles, demanded piggyback rides through the garden, and fell asleep each night tucked between us after Lorenzo told him wild stories about dragons and hidden kingdoms. My husband had turned into the most devoted father I had ever witnessed. He sat on the floor for hours building towers with blocks, carried Renzo on his shoulders while they explored the penthouse, and spent every evening at the grand piano guiding our son’s small fingers across the keys. The sound of their laughter and simple music drifted through the halls like healing balm after years of pain.Tonight was no different from other nights. I stood at the top of the stairs, leaning against the railing in a sheer black nightgown that clung to my breasts and barely skimmed my thighs. Below, Lorenzo sat at the piano with Renzo on his lap. Their dar
ENZO’S POV “She is not here,” Maria had said quickly as soon as I had walked into the house. “She told me she needed time alone and headed to the beach. She left her phone behind. I tried to stop her but she insisted.” Panic had exploded in my chest. Elena had only just begun remembering fragments of her memories. The idea of her wandering off alone, especially after everything that had happened, sent me spinning. Hearing that, I did not wait for more details. I had quickly turned and ran back outside, as I wished that she was safe. I had jumped into the car like a mad man with Matteo already behind the wheel and barked the direction to the beach.The drive here felt endless. Every second stretched while worst-case scenarios played through my mind. What if the memories had overwhelmed her? What if she had slipped away again? When we got here I didn’t wait for a second long as I gripped the door handle until my knuckles turned white. I leaped out quickly, my breath coming in short as
ELENA’S POV “You make my heart flutter.” The words landed between us like a live grenade with the pin already pulled. I stood frozen in that steel box of an elevator, mouth parted, lungs seized. Enzo DeLuca—king of blood contracts, broken knuckles, and frozen dawns—had just spoken the most fragi
ENZO’S POV The door to the red room slammed shut behind us with the finality of a coffin lid. I threw her. She landed in the center of the black silk like a sacrifice I’d been starving for, an emerald dress twisted around her waist, thighs already open, chest heaving. Moonlight bled through the
ELENA’S POV The second we stepped away from his brothers, the floor titled under my heels. Enzo’s hand stayed on the small of my back, guiding me through the crowd like I was a trophy he’d already won, but every smile he’d worn for them had vanished. The warmth that had flared when he called me t
ENZO’S POV The Maybach ate the road in silence, but inside my skull there was a war. I stared at the reflection of her in the tinted window: emerald silk clinging to every murderous curve, the slit riding higher every time she shifted, throat bare above the plunging neckline, pulse fluttering lik







