Masuk~~LENA~~Out of everyone I had expected to appear behind me, Sofia had not even crossed my mind.She stood a few feet away with her hands folded neatly in front of her apron, looking exactly like the composed maid everyone in the mansion knew her to be. Her expression was calm, respectful, and almost gentle.Yet something about her was different.For the first time since I had met her, I noticed an unusual firmness in her eyes. Bianca noticed it too."What are you doing here?" Bianca asked coldly.Sofia inclined her head politely. "My apologies for interrupting, Signorina Bianca, but the master instructed that Madam Lena be brought upstairs for her bath."I blinked.My bath?I had completely forgotten about that. Bianca's expression hardened immediately. "I am in the middle of a conversation."Sofia smiled politely. "Yes, Signorina. I noticed.""Then you should have waited.""I'm afraid I cannot do that."A brief silence settled between them, and I could practically feel the tension b
~~LENA~~I eventually couldn't bring myself to ask the question.It wasn't because I didn't want to. At that point, I wanted answers so badly that I was willing to question almost anyone who had spent enough time around the Santoros.The problem was Doctor Lorenzo himself.The man was a complete blabbermouth. In less than twenty minutes, he had somehow managed to give me a detailed account of nearly his entire fifty years of existence."And then," he said while carefully cleaning the cut on my cheek, "my second wife decided she wanted to become a yoga instructor."I blinked. "Second wife?""Yes." He sighed dramatically. "A terrible decision. Not the marriage. But the yoga. She became unbearable afterward."I stared at him.Doctor Lorenzo continued as though we had known each other for years. "Every disagreement suddenly became an issue with my chakras."I frowned. "Your what?""My chakras.""I don't even know what those are.""Exactly!" he exclaimed, pointing a cotton swab at me. "Tha
~~NICCOLÒ~~"Fuck."The curse escaped my lips the moment the office door closed behind Lena.For several seconds, I remained seated, staring at the empty doorway long after she had disappeared from view. I should not have allowed her to walk out of this room—not while she was still keeping secrets from me.Leaning back in my chair, I rubbed a hand across my face and exhaled slowly. Everything about this situation was becoming increasingly complicated.She was hiding something. That much was obvious. Under normal circumstances, I would have forced the truth out of anyone withholding information from me. In my world, secrets carried consequences, and people who refused to cooperate usually found themselves in uncomfortable situations until they reconsidered.Unfortunately, she was not one of my men.She was Lena.And she possessed an infuriating tendency to react badly whenever she believed I was attempting to control her.Ordinarily, I would not have cared. People accused me of being c
~~LENA~~I almost cursed.The moment Niccolò spoke, I knew exactly what he was doing. He was baiting me.I stood in front of his desk, staring at him while my mind raced in every possible direction. The irritating part was that he knew he had cornered me. He looked completely calm, seated behind his desk as though he had all the time in the world.Maybe he did. I certainly didn't because I desperately wanted answers. And that photograph had changed everything.Finding out that Niccolò had known my mother as a child was already shocking enough, but seeing them together in that picture had made me realize something else. They had not simply known each other.There had been familiarity in that photograph. My mother had been standing beside him naturally, not like a teacher standing beside one of dozens of students. The more I thought about it, the more convinced I became that their families had known each other.Maybe they had even been close.The realization sounded absurd, yet it r
~~NICCOLÒ~~I watched her expression carefully the moment I asked for the photograph. For the briefest second, shock, panic, and calculation crossed her face.I knew that look. Lena was deciding whether to deny its existence.Unfortunately for her, I had spent enough time around her to recognize exactly what she was about to do. I leaned back slightly against the desk and folded my arms across my chest."Don't," I said calmly.She blinked. "Don't what?""Don't lie to me."Her lips parted. "I wasn't going to—""You were.""No, I wasn't.""You absolutely were."She stared at me for a long moment before crossing her arms defensively. "You're impossible.""I've been called worse.""Liar."I ignored that."The picture, Lena."She hesitated, and I could practically see her debating whether she should continue pretending. Finally, she sighed."How did you know about it?"I raised an eyebrow. "You really want to ask me that?""Yes.""Matteo was there."Her eyes widened. "What?"I nodded once.
~~LENA~~The entire ride back to the mansion was miserable.Nobody spoke.The guards accompanying me seemed to have collectively decided that silence was the safest option, which honestly suited me just fine because I had absolutely no idea what to say.My body hurt.Now that the adrenaline had worn off, every injury was making itself known.The cuts from the shrapnel burned fiercely. The worst was the one on my cheek. It stung every time I moved my face, and judging by the uncomfortable tightness around it, I was fairly certain it looked awful.My legs were not doing much better.The struggle with the masked man had left bruises everywhere. My knees ached, shoulders hurt, and I was fairly sure I had pulled something in my back while throwing myself around abandoned classrooms in an attempt not to die.Overall, it had been a terrible day. And somehow, I had a feeling it was about to get even worse.The car rolled through the mansion gates and came to a stop. I took a deep breath. Then
~~LENA~~"I'm cooking today!"The kitchen went dead silent.Three maids froze mid-task. One with a dish halfway to the shelf, another gripping a dishcloth in her hands, and the third just standing there with her mouth slightly open. They exchanged quick glances that had nothing to do with cooking
~~LENA~~The morning light felt like it was poking knives into my eyes. I barely slept after the encounter, and now my head was heavy. I came down for coffee, hoping for at least the courtesy of silence, but the moment I stepped into the dining area, I knew my day was already ruined.Bianca was her
~~LENA~~ I couldn’t breathe properly. The moment we stepped inside the mansion fully, I tried to walk faster and way ahead of him, my heels clicked angrily against the marble floor as I headed straight for the stairs. I needed distance. I needed to get away from him before I said or did something
~~LENA~~ The car ride was suffocating. I sat stiffly beside Niccolò, the burgundy dress suddenly feeling too tight and exposing. He hadn’t said a word to me since we left the compound. He was on his phone, speaking in Russian and completely in his own world. My eyes kept drifting to him. The s







