LOGINLILA POV
I woke up convinced I was dying because my skull throbbed like it had been split open and stitched back together in the wrong way, every heartbeat was sending sharp pressure behind my eyes. The pain wasn’t clean or sharp, it was dense, swelling, as if my brain was pushing against bone that refused to give. I groaned, instantly regretted it.
Nausea surged, violent and sudden. I forced myself to breathe shallowly, counting each breath like it was the only thing anchoring me to consciousness. Too fast and I’d vomit. Too deep and my head would burst.
Cold air brushed my skin and that was wrong.
It was not the clean chill of air conditioning, this was damp, invasive, seeping straight into my bones. Goosebumps raced up my arms and my teeth chattered before I could stop them. I swallowed, my throat burned and my mouth tasted bitter, metallic, foul enough to make my stomach clench again. My tongue felt thick, useless, glued to the roof of my mouth. What did I drink, I wondered.
I squeezed my eyes shut, willing the spinning to slow and the pain to dull. I needed a memory just anything but instead, warmth bloomed and Nikolai came to my mind, his laugh slipped into my mind, low and genuine, the kind that made your chest feel lighter just hearing it. I remembered the way he used to pull me into him when I complained about the cold, always wrapping his coat around the both of us even if it meant he froze. “Stop shivering,” he’d tease, pressing a kiss to my temple. “You’re going to give me a complex.”
Lazy mornings followed sunlight spilling across white sheets, his fingers tracing absent patterns along my arm. The way he looked at me like I was something rare and something worth guarding. “You’re always safe with me, Lila,” he’d murmured once, forehead pressed to mine. “No one will ever hurt you.”
My chest tightened but then the warmth shattered and when I opened my eyes, gray concrete walls loomed over me, there was no sunlight, warmth and definitely no Nikolai here.
Cold dread slid up my spine, settling at the base of my neck. The sheets beneath my fingers were rough and unfamiliar nothing like the silk I slept on at home. This wasn’t my bed, my breath hitched as I looked down.
A thin, yellowed nightgown clung to my body, faded and shapeless, like something pulled from another century. My clothes were gone.
Panic surged, sharp and blinding, someone undressed me and where the hell am I?
“Welcome to Hell”
The words weren’t spoken aloud, they echoed inside my head, paired with a smile I knew far too well and my heart stuttered.
“Nikolai?” I whispered. Hope flared weak and irrational but the smile in my memory wasn’t warm anymore. It was dark, a mechanical hiss cut through the silence and I froze immediately.
A section of the wall slid open with eerie smoothness, revealing a hidden door. Pain twisted through my stomach as I pushed myself upright, my head screaming in protest. I pressed my back to the headboard, heart hammering, then I saw him.
“Nikolai?” The word escaped me again, louder this time, hope still surged despite everything.
He stepped fully into the light and it died.
His eyes were completely black empty of warmth and burning with something cold and ruthless. Nothing like the man I loved. “What’s going on?” I asked, my voice shaking as fear finally overtook confusion.
He approached slowly, holding a box. The light revealed him fully darker hair, shaved at the sides, longer on top. A sharp scar carved down his face. He looked older and harder as if violence had rewritten him. “Hello, Lila,” he said softly.
The sound of his voice sent chills racing down my spine. “What’s going on?” I whispered again.
“First of all,” he said calmly, setting the box on the bed, “let me introduce myself.”
I stared at his outstretched hand. “Why would you introduce yourself? I already know you.”
His lips curved faintly. “You don’t know me, Miss Falcone.”
The title landed wrong and cold, my chest tightened. “You’re the man who broke my heart first,” I said. “You disappeared without a word and now you’ve kidnapped me?”
He stepped closer. “My name is Nico. Nico Moretti and the Nikolai you know was my twin brother.”
The world tilted, “That’s not possible,” I whispered. “Believe me,” he said coolly, “this is no joke.”
Fear spiked as his hand suddenly closed around my neck, pinning me back. I gasped, panic exploding in my chest. “You knew he was a Moretti,” he growled. “How could you not know he had a twin?”
“He told me his name was Romano,” I choked. “Nikolai Romano.”
His grip tightened then loosened. “Romano?” he repeated slowly. For the first time, something flickered across his face. It was not rage but confusion. He stepped back abruptly, dragging a chair closer and sitting down, his eyes never leaving mine.
“I can see your family taught you well,” he said after a pause. I caught it, the hesitation. The way his jaw tightened and the way his gaze sharpened like he was reassessing me.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I sobbed. “Humanity makes us lie to survive.”
“I’m not lying!” Tears streamed down my cheeks. “Why am I here?”
He stood so suddenly the chair skidded across the floor. “You’re here because you couldn’t keep your filthy hands off my brother,” he snarled. “Someone must pay for what was taken from my family.”
My heart slammed violently. “That someone,” he said coldly, “is you.”
“I dont know where he is,” I whispered.
“You killed him and he is now buried,” he said, eyes blazing, “but you sit here pretending to be innocent.”
“What are you saying?” My voice broke. “We buried Nikolai?.”
The words crushed the air from my lungs. “No,” I whispered. “That’s not true.”
He turned and left without another word and the door slammed shut. I slid down the headboard, shaking, my body curling inward as silence swallowed me whole. Nikolai was dead and somehow, I was the one being punished for it.
Lila POVI cupped water in my hands and splashed it over my face again and again, as if cold water could wake me from this nightmare. I wanted no, needed this to be a hallucination. A stress dream. Just like the one where Nico had looked at me and said he loved me.That dream had felt real too but what the hell was happening to me?I brushed my teeth until my gums ached, trying to scrub away the sour taste of fear and bile clinging to the back of my throat. My stomach stayed twisted tight, anxiety curling deep in my gut. Even standing under steaming water, letting it beat against my skin, didn’t help. I couldn’t shake the dread.No matter how I twisted it, no matter how hard I searched for some hidden upside, I couldn’t find a single silver lining. The mess between Nico and me was too violent, too complicated, too soaked in blood and power. There was no version of this where pregnancy fit.“Miss Lila?”My heart dropped straight into my s
Lila POVHe bent over me suddenly, his presence blotting out the light, and he pressed his mouth firmly against my forehead. It wasn’t gentle and It wasn’t soft. It was desperate.“You scared the living hell out of me,” he muttered against my skin, his breath uneven. “For a second, I thought I maybe.. but he stopped himself".A small, weak smile curved my lips despite the pounding in my head. “What?” I teased quietly. “Don’t tell me you were actually worried about me sir?”He straightened so fast it was like I’d snapped a wire. “That’s not funny,” he snapped, already reaching for his jacket. In seconds, the man hovering over me was gone and replaced by Nico Fattore, sharp, controlled and untouchable. “I’m having food brought up. And you are not moving from this bed. Not an inch. Am I clear?”Just the mention of food made my stomach roll violently. “I’m not hungry,” I whispered.He shot me a look that brooked no argument. “You’ll
Nico POVShe stared at me with her blue eyes, and the brilliance that used to sparkle within those irises were back. “How?” she whispered softly.I stopped right in front of her, my gaze never leaving hers. “Because I was there. I had that same need inside me once.”Her eyes searched mine, her mouth parted slightly. “Nikolai. You needed revenge for Nikolai death.”I didn’t reply. I didn’t have to. The answer was already there, filling the space between us like thick smoke.She slanted her head to the side, her beautiful streaks of golden hair falling around her shoulder. “You needed revenge for your brother’s death, and that’s why you had me kidnapped. That’s why you plotted against my family because it was the only way you could break through the wall of grief. Grief that had the power to destroy you.”There was no judgement in her eyes while she spoke every word, no hostility or hatred as she figured out the motive behind the decisions I made in the past. The way she looked at me wa
Lila POV“Tell me do you still believe that death can atone for nothing?”Over and over, I imagined my father’s lifeless body. Every night that exact image was the last thing I saw when I closed my eyes. It was also the first thing I saw when I woke up. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop my mind from reliving those few seconds over, and over, and over again.But now, as I stood in front of a man that played such an important part in the nightmare I was forced to relive every day, the thought of him dying actually felt like it had the strength to numb the pain. Slowly, I started to replace the images of my dead father with images of a dead Doc and it made me feel stronger.“It’s time for your final verdict.” Nico pressed the nozzle of the gun against Doc forehead and he closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face, as snot spat from his nostrils.Nico released the safety of his gun, and Doc sobbed while he pissed himself. My heart hammered, but it wasn’t because of fear. It
LILA POVOh yes,” Nico started before turning back to Doc, holding his phone out toward him. “There is this issue of you being photographed collecting your payment from one of Damon men.”I narrowed my eyes and stepped slightly closer to try and see the picture Nico was referring to. Doc stared at the phone for ten seconds then started to fight against his restraints. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Nico. It won’t happen again. I needed the money to pay off some debts but it was a one-time deal, I fucking swear.”Oh God, Nico put his phone back in his jacket pocket, seemingly unaffected by Doc confession and begging. “Nico, please. I swear to God it won’t happen again”Nico swung his fist straight into Doc face, and I heard the distinct sound of bone breaking. I flinched, closing my eyes for two seconds. When I opened them, his face was covered in blood from a cut just above his left eye and by the way Nico jaw clenched, I knew the monster was about to come out. “Did you not lay down the oa
Lila POVAs we walked down the hall, I couldn’t help but wonder what Nico meant by saying he knew exactly what I needed. It wasn’t the first time he said it, but I’d been under the impression he meant it sexually. That he knew what I needed when it came to sex. But after he said it again this morning, I got the feeling I was wrong. He meant something else and I just couldn’t figure out what.I glanced up at him. He had that tick in his jaw again, hard lines forming across his face. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he was feeling nervous. “Where are we going?” I looked down, staring at the wooden floors.He pulled his hand down his face, looking a little unsettled. “My father used to say it’s always better to pull the plaster right off.”Now I was getting nervous. “Okay?”He stopped in front of a door, and his intense gaze pinned me on the spot. “If you’re going to become a part of my world, I need to prepare you the best I can.”“Prepare me for what?”His eyes searched all aroun







