LOGINNadia’s POVThe master suite is beautiful in a way that makes me hate and despise it.Everything is expensive. Silk curtains. Heavy sheets. Gold details everywhere I look. It should feel luxurious, but all I can think about is how trapped I am .I lie awake, staring at the ceiling while the clock slowly drags toward morning. Lorenzo had forced me into his bed and then left me there alone.His scent still clings to the room. Sandalwood. Tobacco. That expensive cologne he always wears, and I hate that I can recognize it so easily.Every little sound outside the door makes me tense. A footstep. A creak. The faint movement of one of the guards.I can’t relax. I keep thinking about Alex.I have no idea what Lorenzo has done to him after dragging him downstairs, but I already know it couldn’t have been good.I throw off the covers and head to the door, taking the hallway that leads downstairs. I am already halfway when I hear a sound, I pause in my tracks.A heavy metal door slams somewhere
Nadia’s POVLorenzo drags me down the opposite hallway, ignoring my frantic pleas.“Lorenzo!” I yell, trying to fight him, but he doesn’t slow down. “Your wound is bleeding.”“I know,” he growls softly.“You’re going to make it worse!”“I said I know,” he snaps.“Then stop!” I snap back.He stops so abruptly that I almost run into his chest. His eyes drops to mine. For a second, I think he might finally listen.Instead, he grabs my chin. “Do you want to follow them downstairs?”My mouth clamps shut instantly.“Do you want to see what happens to Alex?” he purrs. I shake my head in decline.“Then stop fighting me,” he orders.I hate him. I hate him so much, but I had to stop. Lorenzo turns and drags me toward the master suite, slamming the heavy doors shut behind us.He releases me and I stumble backward, my eyes instantly drifts to the blood. His shirt is soaked again.“Sit,” he orders.I stare at him, a spark of defiance flaring up. “No.”His eyes lift toward mine, his expression dar
Nadia’s POV“What do you think you are doing?”I freeze instantly, my body trembling from pure shock. My blood runs entirely cold. Lorenzo. Alex’s gaze remains fixed on the doorway, his expression twisting from anger to fear.I see Lorenzo standing in the doorway. His face is empty. Not angry. And that is what frightens me most.Viktor is nowhere in sight. Lorenzo’s eyes move from Alex’s body hovering over me, his filthy hand on my leg and to the knife lying several feet away.His gaze then flickers to my face, a darker edge settling over his expression.Alex releases me immediately as Lorenzo takes one step inside. I immediately spring up from the floor, dragging my nightwear down to cover my exposed legs.Alex gets to his feet, I can see the fear written on his face. “You.”Lorenzo’s gaze doesn’t leave him. “I warned you to stay away from her.”Alex laughs. “You cut off my arm.”Lorenzo doesn’t blink. “I regret that… I should have done worse.”My heart stops as Alex’s face twists.
Nadia’s POV The words leave my mouth before I can stop them. Lorenzo goes still. I feel that I should apologize, but I don’t. His eyes darken.“I didn’t mean—”“Upstairs, now,” he cut me off.I stare at him as he turns away. I watch him walk back inside. And he doesn’t look at me again. I stand on the balcony for another five minutes.Then I head back upstairs.—The routine continues. Lorenzo comes back late. I know because I hear the gates opening downstairs.I don’t go to the window this time. I’ve learned better. Every time I see his car pull through those gates, something inside me reacts before I can stop it. My stomach tightens. My heart starts beating faster. I begin wondering whether he’ll come looking for me. He never does. So tonight, I stay in bed.I pull the blanket up to my chin and stare at the ceiling. I should be relieved. After what happened at the balcony, distance is probably the best thing for both of us.He nearly killed me that day in his room. I can’t forget
Nadia’s POVFor several days, I move through the mansion like a ghost. I walk through the corridors that are usually empty.I eat breakfast, lunch and dinner in my suite. And I spend most of my time in my bedroom . It’s not because anyone ordered me to stay there.It’s because I’m tired. Tired of being watched.Tired of wondering whether Lorenzo is going to appear around the next corner.Tired of pretending that his silence doesn’t hurt. He avoids me. Completely.If he’s in the dining room, I don’t see him. If I’m in the library, he chooses another room. I once heard his voice behind a closed office door and I stopped. My hand reaches toward the handle.Then I remember his fingers around my throat an i lose every zeal to see him.Maybe this is better. Maybe this is exactly what I need. Distance. Every evening, I ask myself why I keep waiting for him to come to me.He nearly killed me. His mother hates me. His enemies want me dead. And yet, every time I hear his car sound outside, some
Nadia’s POVThe flight to Italy is quiet and exhausting. Viktor sits across from me for most of it, working from a tablet and taking occasional calls. I spend the first hour staring through the window. Clouds stretch beneath us. White and Endless.I should be thinking that we are going back home. Instead, I’m thinking about Lorenzo. He left without me. Viktor’s words keep repeating in my head.…Don Lorenzo instructed me to bring you back safely…Safely. Like I’m a package. Something to be delivered. He couldn’t even be bothered to come himself.I don’t know why I’m surprised. I knew what Lorenzo was when I married him.A dangerous man. A violent man. A man who can look at someone without blinking while ordering their death.I knew he didn’t love me.Whatever existed between us had never been simple.There was hatred. Possession. Anger.And something else I had been stupid enough to believe might eventually become something different.Then he nearly killed me. That should have been eno
Nadia’s POV My heart hammered frantically against my ribs as I watched Lorenzo walk to my uncle and crouched down in front of him. “I want her. Consider it a repayment of your debt. Also, here is seven million dollars. Do not come for her in future, I’m paying you pretty well for her.” He said a
“Nadia’s POV I walked down the street that led to the Bennetts mansion as the event of earlier today replayed in my head. That man is really a devil. They call him the prince of hell, but they are wrong. He is the devil himself. The way his icy blue eyes stared at me, I could feel the hairs on
Nadia’s POV I stood rooted to the spot, trying to process what I’d just heard. Then I turned to Jaxon, “was he talking to me?” I asked, gesturing at myself with my finger. “He definitely was, Nadia.” he responded. Oh God. “Well, why are you still standing there, Nadia? Go on and get changed!
Nadia’s POV A sharp, agonizing pain pierced my skull as I tried to move, but my limbs wouldn’t respond. Slowly, I forced my eyes open, only to meet pitch darkness. Then realization hit — I was blindfolded, my hands and legs were bound tight, and my mouth was gagged with a piece of clothing. “Mmm







