LOGINBlurb She wanted love. She wanted freedom. But what she got instead was heartbreak in its cruelest form. This is Alessia Marino’s story. Born into a ruthless mafia family, Alessia was suffocating under their rules and expectations. All she ever wanted was a life that was hers—to love freely, to breathe without fear. So she ran. She changed her name to Sienna Johnson, determined to start over and live like a normal woman. And for a while, she thought she’d found it all. A devoted husband, Gabriel. A sweet four-year-old daughter they’d adopted. And a best friend, Sylvia, who felt like the sister she never had. But paradise shattered in an instant. The truth hit her like a knife to the chest—Sylvia and Gabriel had been lovers all along, and the little girl she adored wasn’t adopted at all… she was theirs. Broken. Betrayed. Shattered beyond repair. But fate wasn’t done with her yet. When Desmond Blackwell, Gabriel’s powerful rival, offers her a chance at revenge, Alessia takes it without hesitation. Together, they plot to destroy the man who destroyed her. But the deeper she gets, the harder it becomes to ignore the pull she feels toward Desmond—dark, magnetic, and dangerous. And when the truth about who Desmond really is begins to unravel, Alessia realizes she might be walking straight into a trap… one that could cost her not just her heart, but her life.
View MoreSienna’s POVThe evening felt… different.Calm, but not the quiet kind that made my thoughts louder. This one felt warm. Soft. Like something was settling into place, even if I didn’t fully understand it yet.The house was filled with small sounds. Laughter. Tiny footsteps. The occasional argument over who got to sit closest to Desmond.“Mommy,” Maya called, running into the room with her usual energy. “Daddy said we’re going out!”I looked up from where I was sitting, slightly confused. “We are?”Milo and Max followed right behind her, both talking at the same time.“He said it’s important.”“And we have to dress nice.”“And we can’t ask questions!”I raised a brow, my gaze shifting toward Desmond, who was standing by the doorway.He looked… calm.Too calm.There was something in his eyes. Something I couldn’t quite place.“What is this about?” I asked.He walked toward me slowly, stopping just close enough for his presence to wrap around me without touching.“Trust me,” he said simp
Sienna’s POVThe ride back felt unreal.Desmond had been discharged faster than I expected. The doctors insisted he needed rest, but he refused to stay any longer than necessary. That was him. Always in control. Always pushing through. But I could still see it, the weakness, the way his movements were slower, more careful, the way his breathing shifted slightly when he thought no one was paying attention. He wasn’t fine. Not really. And that thought stayed with me as I drove.The children were quieter now, but not the tense silence from before. This one was softer, filled with relief and lingering worry. Maya sat close to him in the back seat, her small hand wrapped tightly around his as if letting go would make him disappear again.“Are you still hurting?” she asked gently.Desmond glanced down at her, his expression softening. “A little,” he admitted.Her brows pulled together. “Then you should sleep.”A faint smile touched his lips. “Yes, ma’am.”Milo leaned forward slightly. “Whe
Sienna’s POVThe morning started quietly.For the first time in days, there was no tension in the air, no heavy thoughts pressing against my chest the moment I opened my eyes. Just stillness.I needed that. I welcomed it.It was the weekend, and for once, I let myself focus on something simple. Something normal.Cleaning.I moved around the house slowly, putting things in place, wiping down surfaces, organizing what I could. It wasn’t really about the house. It was about keeping my hands busy so my mind wouldn’t wander.But it still did. It always did.Desmond.I shook my head lightly, pushing the thought away as I adjusted a vase on the table.“Mommy!” Maya’s voice called from the living room.“Yes?” I replied, not looking up yet.“Come see!”I sighed softly, setting the cloth down before walking toward them.All three of them were sitting on the couch, eyes fixed on the television, their small faces unusually serious.“What is it?” I asked, stepping closer.Milo pointed at the scree
Sienna’s POVSleep didn’t come. No matter how long I stayed in bed, staring at the ceiling, closing my eyes, turning from one side to the other, nothing changed. My mind refused to rest. Every time I tried to drift, something pulled me back. A memory. A voice. A look. Desmond.I exhaled slowly, pushing the covers away before sitting up. The room felt too quiet, too empty. I hated it. I hated how silence made everything louder. There was no one to talk to, no one I trusted enough to lay all of this out without feeling judged or misunderstood. Sylvia was gone. Gabriel… was Gabriel. And Desmond…My chest tightened at the thought. I stood up quickly, shaking my head like I could physically push him out of my mind.“I need a distraction,” I muttered under my breath.Anything. Something.I stepped out of the room and into the hallway, the soft light from the lamps casting faint shadows along the walls. The house was still. The children had cried themselves to sleep earlier, their small voic
Sienna’s POVThe red alert on the main console pulsed like a heartbeat, a warning I couldn’t ignore. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, every nerve taut, every sense on edge. Desmond’s hand on mine was steady, grounding, but even his calm couldn’t erase the weight pressing down on my shoulders.
Desmond’s POVThe headache started sometime after midnight.At first, it was just a dull pressure behind my eyes.Nothing unusual.I’d had worse after longer nights.But as the hours passed, the ache spread down the back of my neck, settling into my shoulders like a weight I couldn’t shake off.By
Sienna’s POVThe penthouse had transformed into a war room, every monitor, every alert, every thread of incoming data screaming with activity. Even the sunlight pouring through the windows couldn’t penetrate the tension that had settled over us like a second skin.I sank into the chair beside Desmo
Gabriel’s POVThe doctor didn’t say please when she asked us to follow her.She said, “If you’d step this way, Mr. and Mrs. Rossetti,” with that careful, respectful tone people reserve for power and money—like our net worth might somehow cushion bad news.Her office was quieter. Softer. No magazine












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