LOGINZayden’s POVI pulled out slowly, watching my cum leak from Bella’s swollen, well-fucked pussy.She was still trembling beneath me, breathing ragged, tears drying on her cheeks.Her body had given in completely — clenching around me, squirting, moaning my name even while she cursed me.She hated me.And yet she had come so hard she soaked the sheets.I leaned down, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck. “You’re mine, Bella,” I whispered. “Whether you accept it or not.”She didn’t reply. Her eyes were already fluttering shut, exhaustion and grief finally pulling her under.I covered her with the sheet, watching her sleep for a long moment. Even like this — broken, tear-streaked, furious with me — she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.I dressed quietly and left the room, closing the door behind me.Nico was waiting in the hallway.“Boss,” he said, falling into step beside me. “Everything okay?”“Yes Nico, everything’s fine. But I should be asking you that.” He looked at me
Bella’s POVZayden’s words sent a shiver through me, rage and unwanted desire twisting in my gut. I bucked against him, trying to knee him in the balls, but he anticipated it, grinding his thigh harder into my aching core. My pussy clenched involuntarily, soaking through my panties, betraying me.His hands slid down my body, rough fingers shoving under my dress without mercy. He yanked my thighs apart, his palm cupping my mound possessively.“No!” I hissed, but my hips jerked forward as his fingers tore my panties aside. He plunged two thick fingers straight into my dripping pussy, stretching me wide.“Ah fuck!” I gasped, my walls clamping down on the invasion. He kissed me again, his tongue forcing its way past my lips, claiming every inch of my mouth.I hated him—hated this—but my tongue tangled with his, sucking desperately as he pumped his fingers deeper, curling them to hit that spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids.“Oh fuck, Zayden please!” I found myself moaning and I
Bella’s POVI woke up in a dark room, on a soft bed. Although I didn’t know where I was. My head pounded and my limbs felt weak. And then I remembered —The black sedan, the men, being shoved into the car like I was packaged goods.I stood slowly, squinting my eyes, trying to find an exit. There was only one person who could be responsible for this — Matteo.This wasn't the first time he had forcefully taken me into a car. The last time he held a gun to my head, but now I wonder what he’d do. I moved slowly. Trying to feel the walls around me until I found something with a handle…the door.A sense of relief washed over me and I yanked at it. It didn’t open. “Shit,” I muttered.I tried again and again. Same thing.“Matteo!” I screamed, banging on the door. “Let me out.” But there was no response. “Matteo, I know you’re there!” I yelled again. “Listen to me, you sick fuck! Open the door now.” I pulled at the handle again. “Matteo!”“Geez!” A voice cut through my panic, familiar and icy.
Bella’s POVNight had fallen by the time I stopped crying.I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, my body too heavy to move. My eyes were swollen. My throat felt raw. The pillow beneath my head was damp with tears I hadn't bothered to wipe away.Something cold lingered on my chest and my hand instinctively moved. The necklace — I hadn’t remembered to take it off and for some weird reason, I didn’t want to.A growl came from my stomach. I hadn't eaten all day. I hadn't wanted to. But my body didn't care what I wanted.I pushed myself up slowly, swung my legs over the side of the bed, and stood. The floor felt cold beneath my bare feet but I didn't bother with shoes.The house was quiet as I walked downstairs. Most of the lights were off. But through the archway leading to the dining room, I saw a warm glow.Rafael and my father were sitting at the table.They had plates in front of them — half-eaten pasta, bread, and a bottle of wine between them. The picture of a family dinner, if y
Bella’s POVThey dressed me like I was a doll.Hands I barely noticed moved around me in silence—fastening the pearl buttons at my wrists, smoothing invisible creases from a fabric that hung too heavily on my body.I stood in front of the mirror and watched them work carefully.My face looked pale beneath the black veil. My eyes looked older.My mouth had forgotten how to smile.No one asked me how I was feeling. They wouldn’t dare to.A trembling breath left me as I stared at my reflection. Every important day of my life, my mother had been the one to help me get ready.Birthdays. Church. School ceremonies.Parties I never wanted to attend.She would fuss over my hair, fix my necklace, kiss my cheek, and tell me I was beautiful even when I didn’t believe it.But today, strangers touched me instead.Today, I was dressing for her funeral.One of the maids zipped up my dress completely taking my skin along with it. I squealed, anger burning under my skin.“What the hell is wrong with y
Zayden’s POV The study was quiet. Too quiet for a man who had survived an assassination attempt two nights ago. But my men had cleaned up the mess, patched the holes, and scrubbed the blood from the marble floors. The villa looked almost normal again. I sat behind my desk, a glass of whiskey in my hand that I hadn't touched. I was looking at the space across from me. The chair where Bianca Mendoza had sat just days ago, making her deal. Nico walked in without knocking. He knew better than to announce himself when the door was already open. "Boss," he said, settling into the chair across from me. "You wanted an update?" I nodded once. "What's happening at the Mendoza house?" Nico pulled out his phone, scrolling through messages. "Bella woke up in the morning. She's been conscious for a few hours now. Her friend Lucia is with her." I exhaled slowly. "And how is she?" Nico's eyes flicked up to meet mine. "From what I hear… not good. She's grieving. Angry. Her father's
Bella’s POVZayden Romano.The name looped in my head like a broken record while the city blurred past the cab window.It had to be a coincidence.Romano is common. Half of Italy probably has cousins named Romano.But Mendoza? He said Mendoza. My last name.My blood turned cold. My stomach lurched.
Bella’s POVThe silence in the car was thick, but not uncomfortable. Just… heavy.I stared out the window at the dark canal lights streaking past, pretending the city was more interesting than the man driving.He didn’t push me to talk. Just let the quiet stretch.In an hour, we pulled up to a slee
Bella’s POVZayden’s words were still burned in my ears.“Come home with me.”Four words and my entire body was screaming yes.But I wasn’t that reckless. Not completely.“Why would I do that?” I asked, chin high.He didn’t blink. “Look around Bella.” He said. “The night’s almost over. “You think d
The deeper I walked into La Volpe Rossa, the more the air changed.Perfume, cigar smoke, sex, and money all tangled together until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.Girls in nothing but diamond-encrusted lingerie carried thousand-euro bottles on silver trays.A man in a tux had a







