“Aurelia—”I didn’t let her finish. My body moved before my mind caught on. I threw myself into her arms, almost knocking her to the ground.“Oh, Aurelia, my sweetheart,” her voice trembled, like she was trying so hard not to cry. My eyes watered, and my chest tightened. So many emotions overwhelmed me at once, and for a moment, it felt hard to breathe.“I missed you so much… I thought I’d never see you again,” I cried out, trying to hold back the tears from falling so it wouldn’t smear my makeup.We pulled apart but still held unto eachother like we’d melt. Rosella’s eyes gleamed as she cupped my cheeks in her hands.“I’m so sorry I couldn’t reach out to you…I was scared your father would find you,” she said, her voice thick with guilt.“It’s fine… I understand. You did the right thing.”The last time I’d seen Rosella was when I’d tried to escape my father. She’d taken a risk for me, and seeing her now, and very much alive was a relief.“What are you doing here? What if your father s
I glanced at Vincenzo, then noticed the shattered glass in front of him. But that wasn’t the odd thing. He didn’t seem to care about the broken glass because his eyes were focused somewhere else.His eyes were narrowed, his jaw clenched so tight I could see the veins in his neck pop. Unease crawled down my spine as I followed his gaze.My breath caught in my throat when I realized he was staring at father.It wasn’t the first time he’d looked at him tonight, but it felt like the first time he was truly looking. His arm coiled tighter around my waist, fingers digging so deep into my skin that I could feel the bruises forming beneath his grip.I wanted to speak, to say anything to break the tension, but the look in his eyes sealed my tongue. It wasn’t just anger I could make out from the glint in his eyes—there was a raw, dangerous hatred lingering on the surface. It left me wondering.What had father done to Vincenzo?When I couldn’t bear the pain from the crushing pressure of his hol
The night dragged on longer than it should have. I wished it would end but the thought of heading back to my cage back at the manor made me think otherwise.My gaze locked on father and Rosella from across the room, watching their every move. She stuck to his side like a glue, hooking her delicate arm around his beefy, overweight arms. Anyone with eyes could tell he was the last person she wanted to be with.“Drink some more, to calm your nerves,” Vincenzo’s voice snapped me out of my stalking. I shot him a glare.“Can you not talk to me?” I bit out venomously.His cold eyes narrowed, unimpressed my words and snappy tone.“You’re my date, Aurelia. Your job is to keep me entertained,” his hand moved to my waist, his fingers pressing hard deliberately into my skin. “I kill when I’m bored. Would you want your precious father over there to pay the price?”God, yes. I yelled in my mind where. I sighed out loud, snatched the glass from his hand, and downed it in one brutal gulp. The wine sc
People moved towards the entrance, making their way into the building. Their masks concealed their identities while dressed in elegant dresses and suits. We stood at the foot of the staircase. Vincenzo placed his palm against the small of my back, startling me. His touch was possessive, sending a shiver down my spine. My body reacted to his touch in ways I didn’t want to acknowledge. He leaned in close, and my breath seized in my throat. Heat radiated from him, curling around me as my pulse raced. His lips grazed my ear, and a foreign feeling pooled in my abdomen. “Do you know why I brought you here?” he whispered gently, his voice making my insides quake. He was too close. I hated it. His grip around my waist tightened, his fingers pressing deep into my skin through my dress. “Why?” My voice came out breathless. I hated how his touch affected me. “Your father is here.” All the blood in my body suddenly drained. The world stilled, and sounds faded into a ringing beat in my ear
Later at night, just when I was about to sleep, hoping Vincenzo had forgotten about the date, a knock on my door jolted me awake. Groaning, I sat up, feeling a bit of consolation knowing that it wouldn’t be Vincenzo. He never knocks. The door opened, and a maid walked in. I recognized her immediately as Selene, the overly excited maid. She walked in, holding two shopping bags and wearing a wide smile on her face. What now? “Hi again, Il Capo got these for you,” she hummed as she placed the bags on the bed. She emptied them on the bed, and I glanced at the shimmering dresses. “There are two outfits, so you’ll pick your favorite and get dressed,” she said, a cheerful look on her face like this was something I should be excited about. “I’m still traumatized from the last time he invited me,” I muttered. “Im sure this will be better.” Seeing I had no choice, I reluctantly picked out the dress I’d wear, heels that matched with it, and silver jewelry. Whatever he had planned couldn
Just before the darkness closed in, I felt hands on my body, undoing the ropes tied around me. Immediately, they came off I was pulled with a force that sent me floating. Once I got to the surface, I gasped, seizing all the air my lungs could contain. My throat burned as sharp coughs escaped me, escaped me, leaving an intense pain in my lungs. I was gently laid on the cold, tiled floor, feeling pressure on my chest as the water was propelled out of my lungs. My hazy vision focused on the two pairs of shoes standing in front of me. "What the hell has gotten into you, Vince!" It was Matteo's voice. "How could you just stand and watch her drown?" Was Matteo the one who saved me? "Did you really think I was going to kill her?" Vincenzo's grave voice rang out, the calmness in his tone ticking my nerves. Half of my strength came back, and I pulled myself to my feet, my body trembling as I labored to gain balance. Immediately, I met Vincenzo's gaze, a scalding rage surged through