Edwina
A dull, relentless throbbing pounds against my skull as I groan, my eyelids fluttering open. The room is too bright, the morning light spilling through sheer curtains and casting a golden glow over the space. My body feels heavy, my limbs sluggish as I shift slightly against the ridiculously soft mattress beneath me.
I force myself upright, the crisp white sheets slipping down my body as I take in my surroundings. The bed is enormous—king-sized, adorned with silk sheets and plush pillows that look entirely untouched except for where I lay. The unfamiliarity of the room prickles at my senses, and a wave of unease washes over me.
This is not my bedroom.
The realization jolts me into full awareness. Panic settles in as I look down, my breath catching when I notice what I’m wearing—or rather, what I’m not wearing. My dress from last night is gone, replaced by an oversized white dress shirt that hangs loosely off my frame. The fabric smells outrageously expensive, laced with a deep, woody sandalwood scent that is undeniably masculine.
My heart slams against my ribs as a deep voice rumbles across the room.
“Don’t worry, tesoro. Nothing happened last night.”
I nearly jump out of my skin, my head snapping toward the voice.
Seated on the open veranda, dressed in a crisp black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, is him. He’s holding an iPad, his attention seemingly occupied, yet the sharpness in his tone tells me he’s well aware of my every move.
The morning sun filters through the open glass doors behind him, casting a halo-like glow around his impossibly broad shoulders. His black hair is styled effortlessly, and a sleek Rolex glints against his wrist as he scrolls through whatever is on his screen.
I clutch the sheets closer to my chest, my fingers curling into the soft fabric as I narrow my eyes at him.
“Who the hell are you?” I whisper-yell, my voice hoarse.
At last, his emerald eyes lift from the iPad, pinning me with an unreadable expression.
“The one who saved you from making a complete mess of yourself last night,” he replies coolly. “You were seconds away from passing out in the middle of the club. Then, of course, you decided to throw up on me.”
Heat floods my face as snippets of last night’s events crash into my mind like a freight train—the club, the music, the shots of vodka, his voice…
I groan, running a hand through my hair.
“Your fault," I grumble. "I never asked you to babysit me. And speaking of which—where the hell am I?”
“My penthouse.” He leans back slightly, regarding me with the same indifference as before. “Unless you would have preferred waking up in an alley somewhere?”
I scowl, knowing he has a point but unwilling to admit it. Instead, I shift my attention back to the throbbing in my skull, groaning as I massage my temples.
“Take the glass of water and the painkillers on the dresser. They’ll help with the hangover.”
His voice is smooth but firm, carrying the kind of authority that suggests he isn’t one to be questioned. I glance at the neatly placed glass of water and two small tablets beside it, hesitating.
“And why should I trust you?” I arch a brow.
A slow smirk tugs at his lips, dark amusement flickering in his eyes.
“You shouldn’t.” He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “But if I wanted to hurt you, tesoro, you wouldn’t have woken up at all.”
Something in his voice—calm, assured, dangerously persuasive—sends a shiver down my spine. My throat tightens, but I say nothing as I snatch the pills and wash them down.
“Who are you, anyway?” My voice is softer this time, laced with curiosity despite myself.
He studies me for a moment before speaking.
“Raffaele Marcello.” His name rolls off his tongue like silk, each syllable perfectly weighted. “Alessandro’s boss. The man you made a deal with over the phone.”
My stomach tightens.
The man on the phone. The one with the deep, sinful voice. The one who made my skin prickle and my pulse race without even seeing his face.
And now, here he is.
My lips part slightly in shock, my thoughts scrambling for something—anything—to say. He smirks at my stunned reaction, clearly entertained.
“Problem, tesoro?”
I force a tight-lipped smile. “No, not at all.”
Before I can ask anything more, a knock at the bedroom door breaks the silence.
“What?” Raffaele growls, irritation lacing his voice.
The door swings open, revealing Alessandro. He steps inside, offering Raffaele a curt nod before turning to me, his lips curling into a smirk.
“Morning, princess. You look stunning.”
I don’t hesitate. I grab the nearest pillow and launch it at his head.
He dodges effortlessly, chuckling.
“Alessandro, get the fuck out.” Raffaele’s voice is low, impatient.
The amusement in Alessandro’s expression fades as he turns back to his boss. “We need to talk.”
Without another word, Raffaele stands, fixing me with a sharp gaze. “Shower up. Your clothes from last night will be delivered. Everything you need is in the bathroom.”
And just like that, he’s gone.
I exhale, my shoulders slumping slightly as I glance around the room again. It’s luxurious but dark—masculine. The heavy navy curtains dim the space despite the daylight outside, and the grey carpet is thick beneath my toes as I move toward the bathroom door.
The moment I step inside, my breath catches.
Marble countertops, a massive glass-enclosed shower, a deep soaking tub—it’s decadent. A neatly folded black towel sits by the sink, alongside a brand-new toothbrush.
I undress, letting the oversized shirt pool at my feet before stepping into the shower. The hot water cascades down my skin, washing away the remnants of alcohol and exhaustion. I breathe in deeply, the scent of Raffaele’s shower products filling my senses. It’s addictive—spicy, woody, undeniably him.
By the time I’m done, my body hums with warmth, my hair still damp as I slip back into my clothes. A frown tugs at my lips when I realize someone must have entered the room to leave them while I was showering—without making a sound.
I dress quickly, tying my hair into a ponytail before slipping on my heels and stepping out into the penthouse. The sound of hushed conversation leads me to the kitchen, where Raffaele and Alessandro are seated, their iPads in front of them.
The moment I step into view, Raffaele’s eyes lift to mine.
“Sit and have breakfast.”
It’s not a request.
I hesitate before obeying, sliding into the seat opposite them. A plate of eggs and bacon is placed in front of me, alongside a steaming cup of coffee. My stomach growls embarrassingly, and I swear I hear Alessandro mutter, “Women and their food.”
I ignore him, focusing on my meal.
“Has the headache reduced?” Raffaele’s voice breaks through my thoughts.
I nod.
He raises a brow. “Use words, Tesoro.”
Something about the way he says it makes my heart skip a beat.
“Yes.”
He watches me for a lingering moment before returning his attention to his iPad.
“Alessandro will drive you to the office.”
Alessandro smirks. “Guess you’re stuck with me, princess.”
I mutter sarcastically, “The joy.”
I turn, feeling Raffaele’s gaze on my back as Alessandro and I step into the elevator.
Something tells me this is only the beginning.
Hey, lovely readers! Thank you so much for reading this chapter—I hope you enjoyed the tension, the mystery, and of course, the undeniable chemistry between Edwina and Raffaele! Things are only getting more intense from here, so buckle up because there's so much more to come. If you loved this chapter, don’t forget to drop a like, leave a comment, and share your thoughts! I’d love to hear your favorite moments—was it Edwina’s fiery attitude, Raffaele’s commanding presence, or Alessandro’s playful teasing? Let me know! And of course, if you’d like to support the story, please send some gems my way! Every gem helps motivate me to keep bringing you more chapters, drama, and romance. Your support means the world to me—thank you for being here on this journey! 💖 Until next time, Roxy
💔📖 Author’s Note 📖💔And just like that… We’ve REACHED THE END 😭🔥 I can’t believe it’s over! This book has been a wild rollercoaster 🎢—love, heartbreak, betrayal, revenge, and so many twists and turns! I have poured my heart and soul into every chapter, and seeing you all laugh, cry, scream, and fall in love with these characters has been magical ✨💖.But let’s get one thing straight... Raffaele’s story is FAR from over. 😏💀 If you thought this book was intense, trust me, the next one is going to be even darker, deadlier, and more dangerous. Revenge is coming, and Raffaele Marcello? He is NOT the kind of man to let his enemies get away with stealing everything from him. Prepare yourselves. 🥀🔥💎 Before we talk about the next book, I just want to say… THANK YOU. 💎To every one of you who picked up this book, read just one chapter (and then couldn’t stop 😉), stayed up way too late 📖⏳, fell in love 💘, cried your eyes out 😭, threw your phone across the room 📱💥, and left me
RaffaeleSomething is bothering my Tesoro. I know her well enough to understand that she’s too stubborn to talk about it until she’s ready, but I can’t shake the feeling that she’s hiding something. Ever since we landed in Italy, she’s been acting strangely, and the thought that she doesn’t want me to find out why gnaws at me.I’ve been trained to read emotions, to see through deception. And Edwina—my Edwina—has been lying to me for weeks. She may think she’s hiding it well, but I see right through her. I’ve tried to stay calm, to act as though it doesn’t bother me, but deep inside, I’m furious. I love her, but lying is where I draw the line.Closing the door to our bedroom, I make my way to my office, determined to drown myself in work. I call for Gio, needing to clear my mind and, more importantly, to get some answers.A sharp knock sounds at the door, interrupting my focus as I sift through an overwhelming number of emails. Running a frustrated hand through my hair, I grunt, “Come i
EdwinaTonight is the night. I will have my driver on standby, waiting to take you to the airport. And make sure to keep Raffaele away from this, or someone will die tonight, Bellissima. Make sure to do as you are told to avoid someone's blood being on your hands.xx Yours truly.The moment my eyes scan the message on my screen, my blood runs cold. Tonight is the night I will leave Raffaele—to protect him, to protect his men.I inhale sharply, trying to regulate my breathing, willing my pounding heart to steady itself. I can't afford to panic, not now, not with Raffaele just a few steps away in the shower, oblivious to the storm brewing right outside our door."Hey, are you okay?" Raffaele’s deep voice pulls me out of my frantic thoughts, and I lift my gaze to see him standing before me, already dressed, his fingers skillfully buttoning his dress shirt.I force a smile, locking my phone and tossing it onto the bed, as though discarding my fear along with it. "Yeah," I lie, my voice tig
EdwinaI remain frozen on the spot, my eyes locking onto Raffaele’s darkened gaze as he winces, clutching his shirt, which is rapidly soaking with blood.“Cosa è successo?” Eleanora’s voice slices through the tension, her face contorting into a deep frown as she hurries towards her son. Raffaele leans heavily against the counter, Giovanni to his left, Rodriguez to his right, all three men radiating unease. ( What happened?)“I’m fine, madre,” Raffaele grunts, though his voice is tight with pain. Eleanora places a gentle kiss on his forehead, but his sharp green eyes never leave mine. ( Mother)“Thank God you are here. The man is as stubborn as they come, princessa, and only you will be able to help him clean up since he refuses to let anyone else near him,” Alessandro’s voice sounds beside me, pulling my gaze away from Raffaele.I nod, unable to speak, my throat tightening with an emotion I can’t quite place. Slowly, hesitantly, I step forward, my movements cautious as I take Raffaele’
EdwinaImmediately I head out of Raffaele's office, I make my way across the house, holding my new phone box in my hand. I shake my head in amusement, chuckling at how Raffaele loves to spend money on me without hesitation. My laughter is short-lived when I realize Vincenzo is standing right across from me, arms crossed, an amused smirk playing on his lips."Should I be worried that you are laughing by yourself?" he asks, his tone laced with curiosity and amusement."Maybe," I reply, a smirk tugging at my lips.Vincenzo chuckles, shaking his head as he steps around me, heading towards wherever he is going."Where are you going?" I ask, curiosity getting the best of me."Just headed out to sort some business," he says, his voice casual, but his pace quickens as if he doesn’t want to linger on the topic. Before I can press further, he disappears down the hall.Sighing, I turn on my heel and go to Raffaele’s room. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I stare at the sleek box in my hands, but m
RaffaeleThe moment the question leaves my lips, I see the way Edwina’s body stiffens, her eyes flashing with a flicker of panic before she quickly mouths her expression. I try not to read too much into it, reminding myself that I’ve already made her feel like I don’t trust her—when in reality, the opposite is true. I trust her with my life. The last thing I want is to create more distance between us, to push her away even further.“Come here,” I tell her softly, my gaze locked onto hers. She hesitates for a moment before taking a step forward, but it’s not close enough. “Closer, Tesoro,” I murmur, my voice dipping an octave lower, filled with quiet demand.She obeys, stepping into my space, and I waste no time pulling her into my lap, her legs straddling me. The moment her sweet lilac scent fills my senses, I feel a tension within me loosen. Burying my face into the curve of her neck, I tighten my hold on her, the steady rhythm of her heartbeat soothing the fire within me.“You smell