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Daisyโs POV My whole body ached when I woke up. My head felt heavy but the bed beneath me was so soft. This wasnโt my room. I turned my head slowly, and took in the familiar surroundings. I was in HIS room.Vincenzo Marianoโs room.A gentle clearing of the throat made me turn my head.The doctor stood nearby, watching me with a small smile. โYouโre awake,โ he said. โThatโs good.โI tried to sit up, I winced slightly as my body protested. The doctor moved closer, adjusting the blanket around me. โEasy now. You should rest a little more.โ He said. โYou had quite a rough experience.โ I forced a weak smile. โIโm fine. Where isโฆ.โโHeโs on his way,โ the doctor replied, not letting me finish. โHeโll be here soon.โI nodded, feeling my nervousness increase. Would he still be mad at me? Would he finally decide to punish me even worse than my father did?I didnโt have to wonder for long because the door opened, and Vincenzo stepped in. His 6ft frame filled the doorway.I met his gaze and smi
Daisyโs POV By the afternoon, I was feeling a lot better. The pain medication helped a lot.My phone rang, and I reached for it quickly. I sighed when I saw Danteโs name on the screen.โHey bro,โ I said as I answered.โI heard Don Marino took you away and threatened to kill dad.โ He said. โAre you okay? Did he hurt you?โWas that all he heard? I guess no one told him the reason Vincenzo took me with him. Dante isnโt really a fan of Vincenzo.โIโm fine.โ I answered. โAnd no, Vincenzo didnโt hurt me.โโVincenzo? Since when are you on a first name basis with Don Marino?โ He asked, accusingly. โWhatโs going on, Daisy? Did you suddenly forget how dangerous that man is?โโIโll come get you as soon as I return.โ He continued before I could defend myself.โNo.โ I said quickly. โDonโt worry about me. Iโm fine now.โโDaisy, iโฆโโFocus on your work, Dante.โ I cut in. โAnd be careful out there.โThere was a brief pause before he said, โAlright. But if anything happens, you call me. Promise me th
Daisyโs POVI was stunned when a guard arrived with my belongings in neatly packed boxes. My gaze moved to Vincenzo, who sat casually in his leather chair, sipping a glass of whiskey and going through some documents.โYou sent for my things?โ I asked in disbelief, asi ranmy fingers along the edge of one of the boxes.He swirled the whiskey in his glass before looking up at me. โI figured youโd need a few things, so I asked them to go get some of your stuff.โ He said simply. โAlthough, if it were up to me, i'd rather have them discarded.โโDiscarded? Why?โโYes. A fresh start is what you need, daisy. From now on, I want you to see this as your new home.โI swallowed hard. Home? This was his house. Not mine. I donโt belong here.โIโฆโ I started out but hesitated. โI donโt understand why youโre doing all this for me. I appreciate your help sir, but Iโm afraid I canโt live here.โVincenzo leaned forward, placing his glass on the table. โYou still donโt get it, do you?โ His stare sent shive
Daisyโs POV By the sixth day of being trappe in this house,i became restless.โIโm perfectly fine now.โ I told Vincenzo over breakfast. โI want to resume my duties as your assistant. Iโm goingcrazy just wandering around here alll day.โโYou need more time to fully recover.โ He said dismissively, sipping his coffee. I sighed in frustration. โYou canโt keep me locked up in here, sir. Stop treating me like Iโm fragile.โHe raised a brow. โArenโt you?โโNo,โ i said firmly. โI work for you as an assistant, not some housewife.โVincenzo smirked at that. โHousewife?โ He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. โIs that a bad thing?โOh my God, what exactly is going on? I thought Vincenzo Marino was a big bad Don. How come no one talks about how flirty he gets. Iโm pretty sure my cheeks were bright red right now.I opened my mouth to reply but no words came out.โFine. If you insist on going to work, Iโll let you. But only on one condition.โโWhich is?โโYou stop calling me sir.โ He
Vincenzo stood a few feet away on the stairs. He was still in his suit from the office, but he had removed his tie, the top buttons of his shirt undone. It was obvious to Daisy that heโd been busy in his study since they got back from the office.โDad,โ Antonio greeted, dropping his hand to his side. โI thought youโd beat the office.โโI finished early,โ Vincenzo said, his gaze shifting between his son and daisy. โWhatโs going on here?โโI was just having a word with yourโฆ assistant.โ Antonio lied.โA conversation that requires you to raise your hand to a woman?โ Vincenzo asked as he took another step down the stairs. โI donโt remember teaching you to disrespect women. So whereโs this coming from, Antonio?โAntonio bowed his head in shame, not because he felt guilty, but for being caught. โShe provoked me. Said thingsโฆโ he uttered, clenching his fists.โI donโt care if she cursed your name to the heavens,โ Vincenzo cut him off, taking a step closer. โNow listen to me son, you do not r
The ballroom of the Marino mansion glowed under the glass chandeliers that reflected light like scattered stars. The air was filled with the scent of fresh roses from the familyโs private gardens and expensive cologne, mixed with the aroma of traditional Italian appetisers being served by staff who moved with precision.Armed guards dressed in tailored suits stood at strategic points, their earpieces occasionally catching the light. They maintained their positions with military precision, a small reminder that this wasnโt just a celebration, it was a display of power.Standing on the raised platform at the head of the room was Antonio Marino. His sharp Armani suit and perfectly styled hair framed a face that could intimidate and charm in equal measure. At 26, he was already a name whispered in respect and fear throughout the underworld. By his side stood Daisy Fontana, her soft blonde hair flowing freely over her shoulders, her blue gown clinging to her delicate body. She radiated bea
"Believe me, it was never my intention, I wanted to tell you so many times, but I couldn't." Daisy pleaded, tears threatening to fall down her eyes."Because you're a liar," Sofia interjected smoothly. "Just like your mother." "Please, she's always been jealous and always tried to ruin things for me. This is what she wants." Daisyโs voice cracked. "Oh, am I?" Sofia's eyes glittered dangerously. "Should we talk about the men you've been seeing behind Antonio's back? Like mother, like daughter, right?""That's not true!" Daisy shouted. "Antonio, you know me. You know I would never..."Antonio raised his hand, silencing her. He stared coldly at her, as though he was seeing her for the first time. "Do I know you, Daisy? Do I?""Yes," she whispered, reaching for him again. "Are you gonna throw everything away just because of her?"He caught her wrist before she could touch him, his grip tight enough to make her wince. "How many more lies have you fed me?""I'm not lying," she whispered,
Daisyโs POV I sank into the plush armchair in my father's living room, the fabric still carried a faint scent of expensive cigars. I let out a sob as fragments of the party replayed in my mind, the shocked gasps, the pointing fingers, Sofia's triumphant smirk. My mascara streaked down my cheeks as I cried. Through my blurred vision, I caught my reflection in the antique mirror across the room. I hardly recognized the broken girl staring back at me."I can't believe Antonio threw everything away," I whispered, my voice cracking. "All because of her lies. What does it matter if I'm a Fontana or not?" I tried to stop the tears from flowing but I couldn't. "I've been such a fool. I thought he loved me. I thought I could finally escape this nightmare. What am I going to do now?"I reached for my phone, ready to call my brother, Dante, but the familiar sound of my father's voice reached my ears. They were home. Panic set in as I scrambled to my feet, desperate to get to my room before they
Vincenzo stood a few feet away on the stairs. He was still in his suit from the office, but he had removed his tie, the top buttons of his shirt undone. It was obvious to Daisy that heโd been busy in his study since they got back from the office.โDad,โ Antonio greeted, dropping his hand to his side. โI thought youโd beat the office.โโI finished early,โ Vincenzo said, his gaze shifting between his son and daisy. โWhatโs going on here?โโI was just having a word with yourโฆ assistant.โ Antonio lied.โA conversation that requires you to raise your hand to a woman?โ Vincenzo asked as he took another step down the stairs. โI donโt remember teaching you to disrespect women. So whereโs this coming from, Antonio?โAntonio bowed his head in shame, not because he felt guilty, but for being caught. โShe provoked me. Said thingsโฆโ he uttered, clenching his fists.โI donโt care if she cursed your name to the heavens,โ Vincenzo cut him off, taking a step closer. โNow listen to me son, you do not r
Daisyโs POV By the sixth day of being trappe in this house,i became restless.โIโm perfectly fine now.โ I told Vincenzo over breakfast. โI want to resume my duties as your assistant. Iโm goingcrazy just wandering around here alll day.โโYou need more time to fully recover.โ He said dismissively, sipping his coffee. I sighed in frustration. โYou canโt keep me locked up in here, sir. Stop treating me like Iโm fragile.โHe raised a brow. โArenโt you?โโNo,โ i said firmly. โI work for you as an assistant, not some housewife.โVincenzo smirked at that. โHousewife?โ He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. โIs that a bad thing?โOh my God, what exactly is going on? I thought Vincenzo Marino was a big bad Don. How come no one talks about how flirty he gets. Iโm pretty sure my cheeks were bright red right now.I opened my mouth to reply but no words came out.โFine. If you insist on going to work, Iโll let you. But only on one condition.โโWhich is?โโYou stop calling me sir.โ He
Daisyโs POVI was stunned when a guard arrived with my belongings in neatly packed boxes. My gaze moved to Vincenzo, who sat casually in his leather chair, sipping a glass of whiskey and going through some documents.โYou sent for my things?โ I asked in disbelief, asi ranmy fingers along the edge of one of the boxes.He swirled the whiskey in his glass before looking up at me. โI figured youโd need a few things, so I asked them to go get some of your stuff.โ He said simply. โAlthough, if it were up to me, i'd rather have them discarded.โโDiscarded? Why?โโYes. A fresh start is what you need, daisy. From now on, I want you to see this as your new home.โI swallowed hard. Home? This was his house. Not mine. I donโt belong here.โIโฆโ I started out but hesitated. โI donโt understand why youโre doing all this for me. I appreciate your help sir, but Iโm afraid I canโt live here.โVincenzo leaned forward, placing his glass on the table. โYou still donโt get it, do you?โ His stare sent shive
Daisyโs POV By the afternoon, I was feeling a lot better. The pain medication helped a lot.My phone rang, and I reached for it quickly. I sighed when I saw Danteโs name on the screen.โHey bro,โ I said as I answered.โI heard Don Marino took you away and threatened to kill dad.โ He said. โAre you okay? Did he hurt you?โWas that all he heard? I guess no one told him the reason Vincenzo took me with him. Dante isnโt really a fan of Vincenzo.โIโm fine.โ I answered. โAnd no, Vincenzo didnโt hurt me.โโVincenzo? Since when are you on a first name basis with Don Marino?โ He asked, accusingly. โWhatโs going on, Daisy? Did you suddenly forget how dangerous that man is?โโIโll come get you as soon as I return.โ He continued before I could defend myself.โNo.โ I said quickly. โDonโt worry about me. Iโm fine now.โโDaisy, iโฆโโFocus on your work, Dante.โ I cut in. โAnd be careful out there.โThere was a brief pause before he said, โAlright. But if anything happens, you call me. Promise me th
Daisyโs POV My whole body ached when I woke up. My head felt heavy but the bed beneath me was so soft. This wasnโt my room. I turned my head slowly, and took in the familiar surroundings. I was in HIS room.Vincenzo Marianoโs room.A gentle clearing of the throat made me turn my head.The doctor stood nearby, watching me with a small smile. โYouโre awake,โ he said. โThatโs good.โI tried to sit up, I winced slightly as my body protested. The doctor moved closer, adjusting the blanket around me. โEasy now. You should rest a little more.โ He said. โYou had quite a rough experience.โ I forced a weak smile. โIโm fine. Where isโฆ.โโHeโs on his way,โ the doctor replied, not letting me finish. โHeโll be here soon.โI nodded, feeling my nervousness increase. Would he still be mad at me? Would he finally decide to punish me even worse than my father did?I didnโt have to wonder for long because the door opened, and Vincenzo stepped in. His 6ft frame filled the doorway.I met his gaze and smi
The drive back from the Fontana mansion to Vincenzoโs estate was long. The car moved fast, but not fast enough for Vincenzo. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel when he heard Daisy groan in pain. She was slumped against the passenger seat. Vincenzo had never been a man inclined to emotions, but tonight was different. The sight of Daisyโs bloody, broken, and barely conscious form was enough to make him want to turn the car around and put a bullet through Giovanni Fontanaโs head. The damn bastard. He glanced at Daisy again. Her eyes fluttered open briefly before closing again, her breathing was shallow. He tapped her side gently. โStay awake daisy.โ He ordered. Daisy made a small sound, but she didnโt move. His jaw clenched as he pressed his foot on the accelerator, pushing the car to go even faster. _______ The moment the car stopped in front of his house, Vincenzo threw the door open and rushed to the passenger side. He yanked the door open and scooped Daisy int
Vincenzoโs black car rolled to a stop in front of the grand entrance of the Fontana mansion. His presence sent waves of fear and tension through the household staff.as he stepped out, dressed in a tailored black suit, his eyes scanned the estate like a predator surveying its territory. Inside the mansion, Sofiaโs father, Giovanni Fontana, was seated in his study, holding a glass of whiskey when suddenly, a guard entered. โDon Marino is here,โ the guard announced. Giovanniโs brows furrowed in confusion. Vincenzo Marino had never once stepped foot in his home. If anything, the only connection between their families was the upcoming wedding between Sofia and Antonio. For a moment, fear crossed his mind. Was Vincenzo here to call off the wedding because of the trouble caused by daisy? If so, Daisy would pay dearly for that. Giovanni stood up, masking his concern. He straightened his suit and walked toward the living room where Vincenzo was being led in by his men. โDon Marino,โ Giovann
Three days later, daisy laid on the dusty floor in the basement. Her arms were bound tightly behind her, her wrist sore from the ropes that cut into her skin. She had lost count of the number of lashes she had endured. Her father ordered his men to give her thirty strokes each day. Her back burned with every movement, her body was too weak to flinch at the pain anymore. Her stomach growled from hunger, and her throat was dry and aching from dehydration. Luckily for her there wasnโt any problems with the Marino family yet. But that didnโt stop her from praying that her actions didnโt cause problems. She wasnโt ready to become a sex doll for everyone. The door creaked open. Daisy barely lifted her head, her swollen eyes struggling to make out the figure stepping inside. It was one of the guards. A smirk formed on his lips as he crouched down beside her. โYou look miserable,โ he chuckled. His fingers trailed down her bruised cheek. โBut even beaten up, youโre still a pretty little
The Fontana house was quiet when Daisy stepped inside, she thought no one was around. Daisy had been ignoring er fathers calls for days knowing he would be furious. Thatโs why she decided to come back home before he tries to find her himself, and also because she was hiding from Vincenzo.As she stepped into the living room, her father, Mr Fontana, sat on the leather couch, his fingers drumming against the armrest. His eyes followed her as she entered. โwhere the hell have you been?โ He asked, his voice was filled with irritation. โIโve been calling you for days, and you had the audacity to ignore me?โ Daisy tried to recover from being startled. โI was working. My boss needed me to handle some urgent matters so Iโve been at his place.โ Her fathers expression darkened. โAt his place? Youโve been staying in a man's house?โ Before Daisy could answer, she heard the sound of footsteps. Sofia stormed in, her face stained with tears. As soon as she saw Daisy, she was filled with so much