INICIAR SESIÓNAlexa had a one night stand with a mafia boss. she was too drunk to remember the events that occured that night. All she could remember was that she had gone to clear her head at the club, and the rest was history. meanwhile, the mafia boss who took her innocence, was head over heels in love with her, and was determined to make her his own.
Ver másAlexa barely slept.Even after the messages stopped, even after Olivia insisted on staying in her room until dawn crept slowly and uncertain across the windows, Alexa’s mind wouldn’t quiet. The warning replayed in her head like a broken chant:You’re being followed.Don’t trust the new guards.One of them works for Voss.It felt unreal and yet frighteningly, painfully real at the same time. Every shadow in the hallway seemed to stretch longer. Every familiar sound now felt like a threat in disguise.By morning, Alexa had made her decision.She needed answers . real answers, not guesses and fears. She needed to know who the man in the gray coat was… and why he was following her.Olivia wasn’t thrilled about her plan, but she didn’t stop her. She never did. Olivia was the kind of friend who would follow her into fire without asking a single question and that was exactly what Alexa needed now.***********They left the mansion mid-morning, pretending they were going out for brunch. Anton
Alexa read the message again, even though she’d already deleted it. The words clung to the inside of her mind like a stain:He’s not safe. Don’t tell him I warned you.The kitchen felt suddenly smaller, shadows stretching long across the counter. Outside, thunder rolled again, but this time she wasn’t sure if the sound came from the sky or her heartbeat.She checked the windows. Nothing but the restless sway of the rain-heavy trees. She checked the hallway. Empty. Too empty.A memory flickered of the guard last night, the flash drive, the whispers behind Gabrielle’s closed office door. Someone was close enough to enter their home. Someone was close enough to send her this.But who?Ava returned from her break, humming softly as she wiped her hands on her apron. Alexa snapped upright, forcing her breathing into something normal.“You okay, dear?” Ava asked, brows lifting.“Yes,” Alexa lied. “Just tired.”Ava didn’t push. She rarely did. But her watchful eyes followed Alexa as she left
The city market was alive with color that morning , the kind of chaotic beauty Alexa hadn’t seen in weeks. Instead of going to the mall, they chose the market so that she could take mind off things. The scent of fresh bread, roasted coffee, and cut flowers mixed with the chatter of vendors and the clatter of carts.For once, there were no guards shadowing her openly. Gabrielle had insisted on a discreet escort, but they kept their distance, blending with the crowd. It felt almost normal. Almost.Olivia walked beside her, sunglasses perched on her nose, a woven basket swinging from her arm. The two women had been inseparable since childhood, and wouldn’t stop now that they lived together in the mansion. their bond strengthened by shared grief and the strange intimacy of living under constant watch.They paused at a stall selling fresh strawberries. Alexa picked one up, turning it between her fingers before setting it back. “It’s ridiculous,” she muttered.Olivia raised an eyebrow. “The
The rain had returned.It rattled against the tall windows of the Casanova mansion like impatient fingers, quick and insistent. Alexa stirred in the dark, sensing movement long before she heard it. The digital clock on the nightstand glowed 2:14 a.m. Beside her, the other half of the bed was cold. Gabrielle had gone to his study hours ago.Then footsteps. Soft. Measured. Not his.She slipped from the sheets, pulling on a robe. The hall lights had been dimmed, but the glow from the security lamps painted the walls in long silver streaks. Down the corridor, the faint beam of a flashlight cut across the carpet, then vanished.Her heart kicked. One of the new guards.She followed, bare feet silent against the floor. The man moved quickly, glancing over his shoulder as if expecting someone. When he reached the study door, he knelt, produced a small key card, and slid it through the reader. The lock clicked open.Alexa pressed herself against the wall, waiting for him to go inside. When he
Sigh.The mansion no longer felt like home.Two days had passed since Gabrielle’s appointment, and already the air inside the halls had changed. Guards she didn’t recognize patrolled the corridors, silent and expressionless behind mirrored glasses. Doors that once stood open were now locked. Even Ava moved more carefully, her cheerful chatter clipped short whenever one of the new men walked by.Alexa stood at the window of their bedroom, watching the black shadows of the guards idle beyond the gate. The rain had stopped, but the sky still hung heavy with clouds. It felt as though the weather hadn’t yet decided whether the storm was over.She could hear Gabrielle’s voice from the study below low, measured, all command. He spoke that way now even when he wasn’t angry. The softness she loved in him had been buried under the weight of the title. Each call ended with a variation of the same phrase: “Handle it quietly.”When he came upstairs at last, he looked as though he hadn’t sl
The headquarters of the Thorn hid beneath the oldest quarter of the city, carved into the stone foundations of a forgotten opera house. At street level, the building was derelict, boarded windows staring like blind eyes; below, chandeliers still burned with electric light and the scent of wine and dust hung in the air.Gabrielle had been here countless times, yet tonight the corridor felt narrower, the guards more alert. He adjusted his cuffs as Antonio walked beside him in silence. The hum of conversation filtered from the hall ahead like a hundred whispers, a single heartbeat of ambition.Cordelia waited at the head of the long mahogany table. Her gown was the color of storm clouds, pearls wound through her hair like pale serpents. Around her sat the council old men in tailored suits, women in sharp black, each bearing the small silver thorn pinned to their lapels.When Gabrielle entered, their murmurs thinned to silence.“Casanova,” Cordelia said, her voice carrying easily thr






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