로그인Bianca"That's a lie," he says, continuing to back away. "You're lying!""Shut up!" Edoardo roars, furious, but I completely ignore him."You're the product of rape," I continue. "That son of a bitch of a father of yours raped her, and that's how you were born. The firstborn of the Rinaldis is a bastard!" I scream at the top of my lungs. "And you just killed your mother. Tell me if someone could possibly be more of a piece of shit."He stands there dumbfounded, and Edoardo bellows:"Shut up!" He starts dragging me to get me out of the room, but I don't stop fighting, throwing punches and screaming."You're a piece of shit, Remo! You killed her, you killed your own mom!"Edoardo drags me out of the room and pulls me down the hallway toward ours, throwing me inside."You are going to regret what you just did! I should kill you, but that would be too easy for you. I'm going to fuck you, I'm going to fuck you every single day until you're pregnant. You'll have to wake up every day watchin
BiancaI don't have time to process anything else before my face is slammed directly against the wall. A dull pain radiates from my cheekbone through the rest of my body; I feel my skin split and a warm trickle begin to slide down my cheek. Dizziness washes over me instantly, but he yanks my hair again until I feel strands tearing loose, and he shoves a door open to throw me inside a room.I crash to the floor, bruising my knees in the process, but the real terror hits when I see her sitting on a chair in the center of the room with Remo holding her shoulders."I'm sorry," she sobs with a split lip, "I should have protected you better.""Dome." I try to crawl toward her, but Edoardo grabs my hair again."Did you really think I'd never find out?" he coos right in my face with a sinister expression. "That's why you weren't getting pregnant. But that's going to change very soon."I shake my head slowly, tears flooding my eyes."Leave her alone, please, don't hurt her anymore," Domenica b
Bianca "What the hell is wrong with you?" Edoardo asks when he notices I've stopped moving. I have to do this. I have to be able to. If Edoardo figures it out, I'll put him in danger. "Nothing," I reply, trying to fake a smile. "Nothing is wrong." I take a breath and keep walking. He parades me through the crowd, greeting people here and there while I battle with my brain to make my legs move and not collapse, and with my heart so it doesn't give away that it's bleeding. "My dear brother-in-law." Edoardo greets Dante, who is with his wife. She greets me with two kisses on the cheeks while the men shake hands. As always, my body grows tense at Dante's presence, and when he leans in to greet me, the urge to run away intensifies. "You look gorgeous, little sister, as always," he says before kissing my cheek. I don't know how I don't break down in front of everyone, how I don't curl up into a ball in the middle of the room and start sobbing. I suppose it's years of practice
BiancaI watch the snow fall as I sit in an armchair facing the closed terrace doors. Outside, everything is frozen, just like my life; halted, locked inside this prison of loneliness and sadness.Every day is the same and yet a little worse, because the wound, instead of closing, feels more open with every passing second. I don’t know how I’ve managed to endure so much time without him, without seeing him, without hearing him. My only comfort is knowing that he is well, with his own people, and that Ari has recovered, at least physically.A half-smile forms on my face amidst so many tears at the thought of that baby on the way. I am sure it will be the blessing that finally brings its parents back together, even if my cousin needs time for now. But I am certain she will return to her husband; she loves him and he loves her—there is no other possible ending for them than to be together."At least one of us will be happy," I sob to the empty air as I wipe away my tears.I thought that
BiancaA commotion downstairs wakes me up. I haven't even gotten out of bed when Domenica walks into my room."What's happening, Dome?" I ask, alarmed."It's Remo. He's come to reinforce the security around the house on his father's orders. Apparently, there's a red alert because of what happened to Miss Arianna."She approaches and sits on my bed."I heard it was the Bratva," she whispers. "And that Mr. Enzo killed the Pakhan."I cover my mouth in shock."What?! This is worse than we thought, Dome. This is an outright declaration of war between the Bratva and Cosa Nostra.""That's right, ma'am. May God have mercy on us and let all of this end quickly."The Bratva has never been our ally, but each side has always stayed on its own territory, and nobody interfered with the other. Now, everything has changed.For the organization, and for me too.I spend the rest of the day pacing around the house. Men are constantly coming and going, and Remo seems restless, but as always, nobody tells
Bianca As far back as I can remember, Arianna has always been part of my life. She's always been by my side, supporting me even when she didn't realize she was doing it. She's always been that little ray of light in the middle of so much darkness. After Dante did what he did to me, she became the only person I felt safe with. I could spend hours lying beside her, playing games and doing her hair. Those were the only moments when I could feel like a little girl again. At the same time, something awakened inside me. An instinct to protect her that I hadn't known I possessed. Almost maternal, despite my young age. I didn't want her to experience what I was going through. I didn't want anyone to hurt her or steal her innocence the way they had stolen mine. That's why, when I hear Fabrizio's words, my entire world comes to a standstill, and my body goes into shock. Arianna has been kidnapped. "Bianca. Bianca." Fabrizio shakes my shoulders. "Come back to me, dolcezza. We have to go."
EnzoMy hands are sweaty as I wait, which feels ridiculous considering I’m married to that woman—but this time things are different. In this story, we’ve definitely done everything backwards.“Where are you planning to take her?” Antonio asks in that ridiculous, over-the-top concerned tone he only
AriannaI wanted him gone, as far away from me as possible. I shoved at his chest again, but Enzo was immovable, solid as stone and my effort only seemed to amuse him. His low, mocking laugh made my blood boil.“Get away!” I shouted, this time balling my fist and striking him.But before I could re
Enzo's Pov I leave the house with a weight pressing on my chest. I told myself this marriage would be simple—a contract, a façade—but Arianna’s face when she saw Sasha’s photograph won’t leave my mind. I’d expected annoyance, maybe even resentment. That I could live with. But sadness? Real sadness
AriannaThe lobby was buzzing when Enzo and I stepped out of the elevator. Not with the usual background noise of a hotel, but with something heavier—guards at every corner, eyes scanning every movement. The kind of atmosphere that made even the air feel like it had to ask permission to move.My ey







