LOGINMadeline's POV
In the past, I did not take very good care of myself because I did not feel that anybody loved me. But tonight, I am looking like a Princess in a golden dress. I took great care of my looks. I want to show the world who and what I am. After all, I am going to drop a bombshell on everybody because nobody knows who the CEO of Heavenly is. I kept it a secret until I could open my Restaurant in New York. I wanted it to be a surprise for my father, brother and my ex-husband and his family. I've decided to take back my maiden name. It is not like I have ever been married to Roman Whitfield. He never touched me. I don't have any feelings left for him. I don't even hate him, but I want to destroy them all for what they have done to me. I wonder if Logan is still in town. I hope not. I have not heard anything about him in years.
I do not have a grudge against Logan. What we did that night was a one-night stand, and not one of us was in love with the other. I am glad that he told me not to bother him, so now he does not have his say in my children's lives. He cannot ask me to see them. He has no claim to them as his children because he was only the sperm donor. Logan always had this aura around him as if he were more powerful than anybody in town. I do not know why, but I had the feeling that he could be very dangerous. His family is powerful, but I do not want anything to do with them, and I don't want them to come near my children. However, I do not know what they do for a living. Nobody ever asks Logan about himself. I don't even believe his girlfriend back then, Michelle Morris, knew anything about him. I am also not interested in getting to know him any better. However, I do not want to make any changes. I will keep hiding my children from everyone. They are being homeschooled and refuse they go out in public. I need to protect them. I will only stay in New York for a while. I know my children need friends. We will go overseas after I get my revenge and live there where no one knows us. I will sell Heavenly and start a new restaurant in Italy. I will continue my mother's dream.
"Mommy, you look very pretty tonight. I wish Daddy were here to see you. When is he coming back from overseas? He had been overseas even before we were born. And why don't you even have any photos of him? Every time we ask you to show us a photo of him, you tell us that you don't have any photos of him. Is it because he does not want us, and you don't want to tell us that he doesn't want us?" Carmen. My little daughter asks me.
"Come on, Princess, let's not worry about your father today. It is a very important day for us. Today we are going to open the restaurant that is going to sink the people. That was very ugly to mommy when she was your age. Remember not to believe anybody if they come to you and tell you they are your grandfather, uncle, grandmother or even your father. In this town, you cannot believe anyone. Mommy is the only person who matters," I say. I do not believe Logan will be here, as I did not send him an invitation. However, I am afraid that Roman will tell him that he is their father because he will do something like that just to mess around with me. He always hated me. He would do anything to make my life miserable. I have to protect my children and not allow Logan to find out about them. I also do not want my father and brother to know about them.
"Do not worry, Mommy, I will protect you. I will not allow anybody to bully you again. I love you, Mommy. We know that you are doing everything for us, and we know that you don't want to tell us the truth about Daddy. I do not care. All I want is you, Mommy," Connor, my little boy, says. Although they are twins, they look nothing alike. Carmen looks like me, and Connor takes after Logan. They will not be joining me at the opening tonight. I will hide them in one of the upper rooms. There will be guards with them and a nanny.
"Mommy, why can't we go with you?" Carmen asks.
"Because I am afraid people will hurt you when they find out I have children. I do not want any of you to be afraid, but you have to listen to Mommy and promise me you will stay hidden. The people in this town are nasty, and mommy does not want you to get hurt. Promise me you will listen to me," I say.
"We promise, Mommy. Elsa will be with us all the time. We will not make any trouble for you," Connor says. I hug my two children. They are so good, and they know I am hiding them because I am afraid they will get hurt.
"The limousine is ready, and we had better go now or else you will be late for your party," Elsa, my best and only friend, says. She is also my secretary and nanny when I have to go out or when I have to work late at night. I plan everything for the restaurant. I train the chefs myself, and I am only satisfied with the best of the best. Everybody knows that they have to give me their best work. Tonight, we are going to future all our delicious recipes, especially our desserts. They are masterpieces, and everybody loves our desserts. My old teacher, Chef Michaels, will also be there tonight, and I want to impress him. I want him to see how I have grown. He's coming from Europe. I was lucky back then. He invited me to train with him. If he had not invited me, I would have never been able to go because my father would have never paid for it. It was just after culinary school, and my teacher at culinary school told him about me.
"Let's go. We do not want to be late," I say. We get into the limousine, and it does not even take us ten minutes to get to the restaurant. I am glad I rented the apartment where I did because it is close to work, and I can be home in ten minutes if my children need me. Well, I'm back in town and I'm back with a vengeance. However, it will only be for a while. I want to make those who hurt me in the past pay! After that, my children and I will go to Europe, where no one will ever find us. We will live in peace and harmony. I just need to get this hatred out of my heart first. We have enough money to live on, and I will only have a small restaurant to keep myself busy. My children can have a normal life and go to school, and make friends. I do not want to keep them from living a normal life for the rest of their lives. I want them to be happy.
Marco’s POVMichelle Morris. The thought of her coils in my mind like smoke, rising and curling with potential, with danger, with opportunity. She moves through this city, fragile but ambitious, a woman used to being seen, to being admired, to bending people with a glance, and yet I know she has weaknesses, small cracks that can be widened, gaps that can be exploited. She wants to matter, she wants attention, she wants power, even if she doesn’t realize it. And Logan Rossi… he has been careful to surround himself with loyalty, with walls, with impenetrable defences, but every fortress has a gate, and every gate has a lock. Michelle might just be the key.I have my men watch her movements, track her habits, whisper through the streets, the bars, the high-end restaurants she frequents. They know to stay invisible, to blend, to note everything without alerting her. Every smile she offers, every question she asks, every shadow she passes through, all of it is intelligence. Intelligence, w
Marco’s POVI stride into the back room of the bar, the low whispers of conversation and clinking glasses fading behind me as the door shuts, leaving only the faint smell of cigarette smoke and spilled whiskey. My men glance at me, heads lowered, because they know what my expression means, and I don’t have to say a word for them to understand the tension coiling like a snake in the room. Every movement, every measured step I take carries authority, the weight of the Castello name pressing into the walls, reminding anyone who dares look that I am no man to be trifled with. I have spent my life building empires from the shadows, carving my place from blood and fire, and yet there is a pulse of anticipation thrumming beneath my skin tonight, a restless energy that refuses to be contained.One of my men approaches, careful, too careful, but I see the hesitation in his eyes, the tiny tremor that betrays the weight of the information he carries. He hesitates, and I do not allow the pause to
Logan’s POVI stand behind Maddie as she studies the floor plan of the estate, the map spread across the large oak table like a battlefield waiting to be defended, and I watch her fingers trace every hallway, every entrance, every window, because she sees it all, not just the physical layout, but the vulnerabilities, the places someone like Marco Castello could exploit, the shadows where danger could hide. She leans forward, elbows pressed to the table, jaw tight, eyes sharp and calculating, and I feel that familiar rush of pride mixed with possessiveness, because this woman is not just beautiful and fierce. She is brilliant, unflinching, the perfect partner in a world built on power and betrayal. She also knows, like I do, we have to make our home safe first.“We need more cameras,” she says, finally looking up at me, her voice steady even as her eyes flash with determination. “At every gate, every entry, and every blind spot. Marco may already know all the weak points. What if he ha
Logan’s POVThe office is quiet, the noise of the city outside barely reaching the thick walls that have heard more secrets than most people could imagine, and I stand by the window for a moment, letting my gaze drift across the skyline, before turning back to Maddie, who sits in the chair across from my desk, hands clasped tightly in her lap, the tension in her shoulders impossible to miss. I take a deep breath, steadying the words I am about to say, because there is no easing the truth, no softening it, and she deserves nothing less than the full weight of it.“Maddie,” I begin, my voice low but firm, carrying the authority that comes not just from being a Don, but from being a man who has seen what betrayal and power can do, who has walked through fire and come out unburned, “Sean, Roman, and his family, they’re gone. They will never return to America. The arrangements are in place, and the consequences are final. You won’t have to worry about them threatening our children, our fam
Michelle’s POVThe night air is cool when I step outside the bar, but it does little to settle the storm inside me, and as the flash of camera bulbs blinds me for a moment, I almost forget the swarm of paparazzi I left waiting, their questions loud and sharp, each one stabbing into the quiet I need. I ignore them, sliding into the back of my car, and as the driver pulls away, the noise fades, but the silence that replaces it is heavier, thick with the weight of Marco Castello’s words.I lean my head back against the leather seat, closing my eyes for just a moment, and I can still see him sitting there across from me, his dark gaze steady, his smile cold, every word chosen like a knife meant to slip beneath the skin. He was not asking for anything, not really. He was planting, hinting, weaving threads he expects me to follow, and the worst part is that I felt the pull of it, the quiet tug of his suggestions wrapping themselves around thoughts I do not want to admit I still have. Logan
Marco’s POVI sit back in the chair opposite her, the glass of whiskey in my hand catching the faint glow of the bar’s low-hanging light, and I watch Michelle Morris with the kind of patience most men mistake for disinterest, but it is not disinterest, it is calculation, because everything about her, the set of her jaw, the way her eyes follow me without flinching, the deliberate calmness she wears like an expensive dress, is a test, and I already know that if I want her, if I want to bend her to my purpose, I will need to play the long game, the careful game, the game where every word is a step closer to making her believe she is in control when in truth she is already caught in my web.Michelle is beautiful, of course, but not in the way that makes me reckless or stupid, her beauty is sharp, the kind that slices if you are foolish enough to reach without thought, and I understand why Logan Rossi once looked at her with something more than passing interest, because she is not the kin







