MasukWhen powerful mafia boss Nico Ricci's sheltered younger sister Aleta suffers a mysterious hit-and-run that leaves her with complete amnesia, fate places her in the hands of her brother's greatest rival—Elio Castellano. Elio, thirteen years her senior and harboring deep resentment toward the Ricci family, recognizes her immediately. Instead of returning her to her brother, he seizes this opportunity for revenge by convincing the vulnerable Aleta that they're secretly married. What begins as a cold deception grows complicated as their chemistry ignites into passion. As Aleta gradually recovers fragments of her memory, she discovers they have a forbidden history: a summer romance in Italy years ago that her brother ruthlessly ended with lies and manipulation. But Aleta's accident wasn't random. As Nico tears the city apart searching for his sister, dark secrets emerge about his criminal empire that even Aleta wasn't meant to discover. The hit-and-run that stole her memory may have been ordered by someone much closer than either Elio or Aleta could have imagined. Caught between family loyalty and consuming love, Aleta must decide whom to trust when her full memory returns. Meanwhile, Elio faces an impossible choice between his thirst for vengeance and the woman who has unexpectedly captured his heart. In a world where passion and danger collide, Aleta and Elio are on a treacherous path toward truth and redemption. Their journey exposes the thin line between love and revenge, proving that some vows, even forgotten ones, are destined to be remembered—and some secrets are meant to be revealed.
Lihat lebih banyakChapter 1
A flurry of morning activities was conveyed by the softly flickering morning sun on Houston, Texas's streets.
"Beep! Beep!" Kelly's alarm reminded him of the adventures ahead. Even though he did not drink coffee, he could not sleep last night because of the problems he was facing.
Kelly recently lost his job as a gatekeeper in an exquisite restaurant after he showed up late at work on many occasions. Living in the slums of America, he found it difficult to show up early at work.
It is my reckoning day. He let out another sigh of exasperation and looked at his wall clock, which showed 8:30 a.m.
A semi-detached bungalow with cracked walls and worn-out blue paint where he resides with his daughter, Ciara, after he lost his beloved wife.
Kelly was already at peace with his fate and prepared for whatever lay ahead. His wife passed away too soon because he was unable to cover her medical expenses with even the pennies he had previously made from the restaurant.
"I am aware that you are currently in a better place. I swear, I will make you proud. Kelly threw off the bed, kissed his late wife's picture, and promised, "I will be strong for Ciara, our daughter." He hoped to go out and find a job to support his family, but he was not sure where he was going.
Despite graduating with good grades, he found it a bit difficult to get a better job, and now his daughter Ciara is about to suffer the same fate. No company was ready to employ her. While some complained about her good grades, other employees just wanna shift her panties in exchange for an employment letter.
After bathing, Kelly was dressed in his rumpled suit and over-starched pair of trousers. Narrowing his gaze at the dusty and over-patched faded pair of shoes, he nodded his head in self-pity and dashed to the living room to find Ciara awake, setting the dining for breakfast.
"Breakfast is served already? You are so filled with wonders," Surprised to see Ciara setting the dining, Kelly beamed.
"Good morning, Dad. Where are you off to dressed like this? Going for another job interview? How many more interviews do you have to attend? Let me guess, this Is the 5th one for the month. Gosh! I lost count!" Placing her hands below her jaw, Ciara wailed in anguish. She can't handle the constant pain of seeing her father at his age going for interviews that would never yield positivity.
"It hurts me to see you doing this. I should be the one job hunting, not you. I feel so disappointed in myself. I have failed you and Mom," Ciara broke down in tears and quietly motioned to the couch to nurse her wounded soul.
"I take the blame for the misfortune. If I were successful, none of this would be happening. Maybe your mom would still be alive. You know how difficult it has been for you to get a job. Remind me what happened to your previous job,"
"My boss dismissed me because I refused to have sex with him," Ciara replied, wondering why her father reminded her of the past. At 25, she has already experienced the hurdles in life.
"Exactly my point," Kelly replied, wrapping his hands around her shoulder.
"I stand a better chance of getting a job. Hopefully, I'll get a job today and fix our mess. Remember, we've got less than 4 weeks to renew the rent. Do we fold our arms while we get kicked out? Of course, not. Allow me to do this for us. Just trust me," Kelly assured his daughter.
"Okay, Dad. Just be careful out there. I don't want you to get hurt," Ciara gave her father a passionate hug and a forehead kiss. She suppressed her tears as he strode to the exit door.
Shortly after her father's departure, Ciara heard a loud knock on the door. Immediately, she came out of her room to check who it was.
"Dad, you back home so early? I guess you forgot something..." She halted after seeing her boyfriend, Walters, standing at the door entrance, looking so excited.
"What are you doing here? Isn't it too early? I wasn't aware you were coming. What if my father sees you here?" Ciara whispered silently and blocked the entrance.
"Your Dad? I knew he wasn't home. I just saw him get in a cab heading to some destination. So you see, I'm safe," Walters teased and gestured inside. 28, skinny, caramel skin, tall and dark-haired. He's muscular built and extremely handsome.
"You're such a joke. Wait right here while I go get you something to eat," Ciara conceded and departed for the kitchen.
"Where are we going? This isn't the route we talked about." Panicking like a toddler, Kelly questioned the cab driver after he discerned foul play.
"I'm fucking talking to you. Say something. You are not deaf, are you? Where are we going? This isn't the address I showed you. Stop this cab immediately, or I'll be forced to phone the cops to have you arrested. I wanna alight. You can keep the balance. I don't fucking need it anymore," Kelly screamed his lungs out, yet the cab driver was muted and unmoved. He kept driving at speed and pretended as though Kelly never existed.
Kelly was frightened. Anxiety has enclosed his mind. Without being told, he already knew his life was in great danger.
"I plead for your mercy. I'm a poor man trying to survive. My daughter is just 25. She can't handle the trauma of losing both parents in a year." Kelly begged. His voice had weakened, knowing it might just be a case of attempted kidnap or assassination.
"Get the fuck out of my cab and give me everything you have," the cabbie said authoritatively as he pulled over.
"Say wh..at?" Kelly stuttered at the command.
"You heard me right. Just pass the damn phone and cash. I see you wanna get killed. Don't mess with me. I'm gonna blow your fucking brain off if you keep asking silly questions. I just got out of jail. I'm not afraid of going back there. I've got nothing to lose, but you?" Pointing a gun at Kelly, the cab driver threatened. With immediate effect, Kelly obeyed and handed the cab driver everything he had, including his documents.
Opening his wallet, the cab driver smiled. "$400? You are roke. I should have you killed for wasting my time. But I won't, for your daughter's sake. Now leave while you still can,"
Stepping out of the cab, Kelly was dumbfounded and peed in his panties. He watched helplessly as the cab driver zoomed off with his phones and valuables.
"Where do I go from here?" Bewildered, he asked rhetorically.
Thunder crashes outside like the world is ending, and every rumble sends fragments of memory spinning through my damaged mind. I lie in the guest bedroom where Elio insists I should recover, staring at the ceiling while rain pounds against windows with increasing violence. Each flash of lightning illuminates the room in stark black and white.Something about storms sets my anxiety on edge. Images move behind my closed eyelids—stone walls, gauzy curtains billowing in ocean wind, rain beating against tall windows while passion consumed everything rational. The memory feels real enough to taste, yet when I reach for details, they dissolve like smoke.“Fuck,” I whisper into the darkness as another memory fragment surfaces.Hands gripping my hips. My back arched against cool stone. Thunder masking the sounds of desperate pleasure while someone worshipped my body. The taste of wine and salt air. Words whispered in Italian that made my soul burn.Another crash of thunder makes me bolt uprigh
Guilt tastes like copper pennies and lies when I watch Aleta sleep beside me. Her face holds the peaceful expression of a woman who believes she’s safe in her husband’s arms, while I catalog every way I’ve violated that trust. Making love to her the other night crossed a line I didn’t know still existed, and it blurred the boundaries between revenge and something far more dangerous.My phone vibrates against the nightstand, displaying Marco’s number. Business calls at inconvenient times in our world, but the timing feels particularly cruel after what just happened between us.“I have to take this,” I whisper against Aleta’s hair before carefully extracting myself from her embrace.She mumbles something unintelligible and rolls into the warm spot I’ve vacated, still lost in whatever dreams her damaged mind allows. Beautiful and trusting, completely unaware that the man she gave herself to is the architect of her current nightmare.“Speak,” I answer once I’m safely in the hallway.“Boss
Waking up in Elio’s arms feels like discovering a piece of myself I never knew was missing. His chest rises and falls beneath my cheek while his fingers trace patterns against my shoulder blade. Sunlight filters through the curtains, covering everything in golden tones that make this moment feel stolen from a dream.“Good morning, mia bella.” His voice carries the rough edge of sleep, and the Italian endearment sends heat spiraling through my belly.“How long have you been awake?” I tilt my head to study his face, noting the stubble that’s darkened overnight and the way his hair falls across his forehead.“Long enough to memorize the way you look when you sleep.” His thumb brushes across my cheekbone with devastating gentleness. “You were restless again. Another nightmare?”“I don’t remember. My dreams feel important, like they’re trying to tell me something, but they dissolve the moment I wake up.”“Dr. Moretti says that’s normal with this type of brain injury.”“What if my memories
Marco’s latest report reads like a death warrant written in my own blood. Fifty thousand dollars for information leading to Aleta Ricci’s whereabouts, with an additional twenty-five thousand for proof of life. Nico’s desperation bleeds through every word of the bounty notice that’s circulating through New York’s underworld like wildfire.“Boss, we’ve got a problem.” Matteo enters my study with the expression of a man delivering cancer results. “Three different crews have started sniffing around the property perimeter.”My fingers drum against the mahogany desk where photographs of our estate’s security weak points are spread like evidence at a crime scene. “How close did they get?”“Close enough to count windows.” He settles into the chair across from me, and tension radiates from his shoulders. “Giuseppe spotted two men with telephoto lenses positioned across the street this morning.”“And?”“Giuseppe convinced them to find a new hobby. Permanently.”Good. Bodies send clearer message
Darkness fades into blurry shapes as pain drums through my skull. White walls surround me, and I clutch at silken sheets that belong to someone else’s life.Who am I?Terror floods my veins at the simple question with no answer. My name, my past, my identity—all of it has vanished behind a wall of
Her name burns on my tongue as Aleta disappears into the crowd. Women like her leave destruction in their wake without ever looking back to witness it. Still, my feet move before my brain catches up, driving me through clusters of New York’s elite who stare as I pass.“Castellano,” Nico calls from
Dancing with the devil would be safer than this.Every step I take with Elio brings back memories I’ve spent three years trying to bury. The waltz carries us across the floor while the rest of the gala fades to a blur of colors and faces. Nothing exists except the pressure of his hand against my wa
Her face stops time, and five years of hatred melt away in an instant. Aleta Ricci stands in front of me like an apparition from a past I've tried to bury—more beautiful than she has any right to be. It’s been three years since I've seen her, and five since she disappeared from that villa in Posita






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