(Lisa's POV) "Are you really sure about this, Lisa?" my dad asked, his tone full of worry, as I placed the last of my clothes into my luggage. "I'm definitely sure about this, Dad. I'm going to Italy," I replied firmly, giving him a determined smile. I wanted him to know I wasn’t going to change my mind. I was heading to Italy to see my boyfriend, Nathan. He had been there for over three months now, and I missed him terribly. Sure, we texted and video-called almost often, but it just wasn’t the same. I missed being with him, holding his hand, and feeling his presence. Three months ago, Nathan told me he needed to go to Italy for work. He said there was a potential client he had to persuade into partnering with him. Nathan owns a wine business in California, but it hasn’t been doing well. The market is competitive, and he struggles to find the right sponsors to take his business to the next level. I’ve always supported him however I could—financially, emotionally, and in every
(Lisa's POV) I walked down the streets of Italy, unsure of where to go or which direction to take. I was in a foreign land where I knew no one. The only person I came to see—the main reason for this trip—had cheated on me and left me shattered and broken. Everywhere I looked seemed to mock me as if the universe was laughing at my foolishness. I had booked a flight all the way from California to Italy, dreaming of a romantic reunion with my boyfriend, only to witness his betrayal. I should have listened to my dad, who had repeatedly warned me not to invest too much in Nathan. But I didn’t. My stubbornness and my foolish heart didn’t allow it. Now, it was too late to cry over spilled milk. I needed to brace myself, hold back my tears, and figure out how to return to California tomorrow. But it was already late in Italy, and I had no idea where to go for the night. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes, but I clenched my jaw and forced them back. Nathan didn’t deserve my tears. I
(Lisa's POV) I felt his warm hands carefully lay me down on the bed, his touch gentle as though I were something fragile he didn’t want to break. My body sank into the soft mattress, and I let out a shaky breath, too weak and drained to do much. My eyes fluttered open briefly, only to close again. The alcohol I’d consumed earlier was wreaking havoc on my system, leaving me disoriented and heavy. But even with my eyes closed, I could sense him. His presence filled the room like a commanding force, his strong aura wrapping around me. His scent was intoxicating—clean, masculine, and refreshing in a way that comforted me. I felt the bed dip slightly as he sat down beside me. He didn’t speak at first, but I could feel his eyes on me, studying me. Then, with gentle precision, he removed my sneakers, his warm hands brushing against my ankles as he worked. The touch sent a strange, tingling sensation up my legs, causing my body to heat up in response. What was happening to me? I sensed h
(Alessio's POV) I woke up to find the woman from last night gone. In her place, she had left a pillow where her waist had been. How dare she run off as if what happened between us was meaningless? My jaw tightened as I sat up, her absence triggering a strange blend of frustration and longing. I rose from the bed, heading to the wardrobe to grab fresh clothes. After a quick shower, I changed and prepared to confront the day ahead.My eyes flicked back to the bed, lingering on the faint stain on the sheets—a mark of last night’s intensity. The memory rushed back, vivid and unshakable. Who would have thought a woman so breathtakingly beautiful, with an hourglass figure that seemed sculpted by the gods, would still be a virgin? I felt honored—no, privileged—to have been the first man to touch her. Her fragility, her innocence—it was unlike anything I’d experienced before.The night had started like any other. I went to the nightclub to meet with other mafia bosses, as I often did to disc
(Lisa's POV) "Are you sure nothing happened in Italy?" my dad asked, trying to force the truth out of me. Ever since I came back to California two days ago, his question has remained the same. He was clearly surprised when I came back just a day after leaving. He hadn’t expected me back so soon, but I wasn’t ready to tell him the truth about Nathan’s betrayal—or how I had carelessly given my virginity to a total stranger. "Nothing happened, Dad," I replied, forcing the words out. Guilt welled up inside me for lying to him, but I just wanted to forget everything that had happened in Italy and move on. "Then why did you come back so soon?" he pressed, his brows knitting together. "You were supposed to stay at least a week." I swallowed hard. He wasn’t wrong. If Nathan hadn’t betrayed me, I would still be in Italy. And maybe, just maybe, I wouldn’t have encountered the stranger who made me feel things I’d never felt before. "He’s busy with work. I didn’t want to stress him out," I l
(Alessio's POV) I stood by the window of my suite, staring out at the moon. Her face replayed in my mind, as if the moon itself had captured the image of her. It wasn’t the look I had imagined when we would meet again. The expression she wore held a combination of fear and hatred, as if she both feared and despised me at the same time. I couldn’t care less about what she thought of me. She had already made her choice when she agreed to be mine—the moment she allowed me to touch every part of her body. And now, I would never let her go. Was it love? I couldn’t say. But one thing was certain: she would never have the chance to escape from me again. I had kidnapped her and brought her all the way from California to Italy because she was mine—mine to touch, mine to possess. No one else would kiss her, touch her, or do any of the things I wanted to do to her body. The memory of that night when I explored her body, marking it as my own, flashed through my mind. The feeling of her ben
(Lisa's POV) I sat down on the cold floor of the room, my stomach groaning in hunger. I was hungry, so hungry that I felt weak, but I was just too stubborn to eat anything. Those Italian dishes that were served to me were some of the best dishes I had ever seen, but I couldn't bring myself to eat, not when I had been kidnapped by him. I don't even know his name, and I didn't want to know because I want to leave. He might be tall, handsome, with muscles that could easily overpower me and a jawline sharp enough to cut through steel, but he was insane. Who kidnaps someone and claims them as their possession just because of a one-night stand? Come to think of it, I was only drunk that night, and his touch sent sensational feelings to my body, which made me lose control and threw myself at him despite his cold, clipped warnings. The way he claimed and imprinted himself on me, how his huge cock went in and out of my tight pussy replayed in my head. My body tensed up immediately, but I
(Lisa's POV) "Madame, are you okay? Did I say something wrong?" The woman asked, rushing toward me. The way she called me madame grated on my nerves, adding to the frustration already boiling inside me. I wanted to scream at her, to tell her to leave me alone, but I swallowed the urge. Deep down, I knew she wasn’t the cause of my problems. This mess was my doing—every choice, every mistake, led me to this moment. If only I hadn’t stubbornly insisted on going to Italy despite my father’s warnings, none of this would have happened. I wouldn’t have caught Nathan cheating on me, and I certainly wouldn’t have ended up here, trapped in the clutches of a mafia boss. Should I blame Nathan for betraying me, or should I blame myself for walking straight into this disaster? No, this was all my fault. No one forced me to pack my bags and leave for Italy in the first place. "If I did anything wrong, please forgive me, madame. I don’t want to face Boss Alessio’s wrath. He strictly ordered m
(Lisa's POV) I went back to the head teacher's office with Alessia, and Kayla's mom smirked at me, her arms crossed. "Are you here to finally kneel before me?" she asked, her voice laced with pride. My anger was burning, but I was trying my best to stay calm, and it was all for Alessia. "I thought this was a preschool where kids are brought up in love, without anyone being treated unfairly." "What are you talking about, Ms. Simpsons? You should be apologizing, not telling us how to handle this school. We treat every kid equally," the head teacher said, while Kayla's mom blew air onto her manicured nails, awaiting an apology that would never come. "You call this treating every kid here equally?" I fumed, showing them the bitten wound on Alessia's wrist. "Kayla was the one who bit my daughter first, and rather than handling the situation equally, you pinned the blame on my daughter!" I snapped at Alessia's teacher. Being a mother has really changed me a lot. I was no longer the
(Lisa's POV) "Thank you so much, mister!" I thanked the repairman with so much excitement in my voice after he handed the phone to me. "It wasn't easy to bring it back to life, but I'm glad I did," he said, smiling back at me. I grinned at him, placing the phone on my chest with a broad smile. "The phone must be of sentimental value to you, right?" he asked, and I nodded with a smile. "Was it given to you by your boyfriend?" he teased, but I covered his question with a laugh. I paid him for his service before leaving. The excitement inside of me didn’t leave my face for even a second. I was just so happy to have the phone back to life. Returning home, I sat on the sofa, watching the videos of Alessio from five years ago. It’s been five years, but I never get tired of watching him. I was addicted to watching the videos of him, and anytime I did, I always had this sad smile on my face. Oftentimes, I wondered how life would have been for the both of us if I hadn’t betrayed
(Alessio's POV) It's her birthday today… it's something I can't forget, since everything about her was stuck in my brain like a tattoo. If she were here, we'd be celebrating her birthday, but I don't want her to be here, neither do I want to see her. Five years have passed, but the pain still lingers as if everything had happened yesterday. Her betrayal is still intact, and the pain she inflicted on me when she betrayed me is still fresh. It's like it never heals no matter how much time has passed, and it only makes me burn in fury. Do I still hate her? That I can't really tell, but one thing is for sure, I never want to see her face again. It would only remind me of how much of a fool I was for falling in love with a woman like her. She took my love for her for granted. Even when I didn't tell her how much I loved her five years ago, I did say it so many times through my actions and the way I treated her differently. I never want to see her face. She and my mom are
(Lisa's POV) "I think it's best if you get a new phone, Miss," the phone repairman advised, but I shook my head in disagreement. It was my very first gift from Alessio, and I couldn't let go of it. It's been five years since I last saw Alessio. Five years, but nothing seems to have changed. The feelings I have for him was still there like it was just yesterday, but my betrayal toward him still haunts me in my quiet moments. Every day I long for him—for his smile, for his touch, and to hear the way he talks. But I was scared... scared to reach out to him and most especially scared to go to Italy. I knew I could easily see him if I went to Italy, but the deadly warnings he gave me before we separated were still fresh in my ears, so I couldn't dare go back to Italy even if I desperately longed to. The only thing that was left with me were the memories of my life with him, before my unforgettable betrayal. "You need to try your best. The phone is important to me, and it's not so
(Lisa's POV) "It's been a while, Lisa. How have you been?" Nathan asked me with a smile. I furrowed my brows at him, wondering if he had forgotten what he did to me, but nevertheless, I beamed a smile at him. If he hadn't shattered my heart, I wouldn't have gotten the chance to know a man like Alessio. "I've been good. What about you?" I asked, trying my best to be formal. There was no reason to be informal with him. "I've been good too. Where have you been all this while? I constantly go to your workplace, but all what your boss keep saying is that you're on a business trip. I couldn't go to your dad, because you must've told him what I did to you." "Exactly, Nathan. I'm glad you still remember what you did to me. So why do you keep going to my boss asking about me?" I asked sharply. "It's because I miss you, Lisa," he murmured, and I chuckled, finding his words so funny. "You miss me? What about the woman you were with? Didn't she sponsor your business like you claimed
(Lisa's POV) I betrayed the man I love and the man who loves me, and no matter what my reasons were, it wasn't justified. I had a chance to ask him about it, but rather than confronting him, I acted rashly. He lost everything. A lot of innocent souls died because of me, and it's best if I leave. If he had wanted to kill me, I would have accepted it, but since he wanted me out of his life, I will do as he says, even though it hurts being separated from him. Staring at the entrance of the airport, my tears fell down my cheeks, but I wiped them off with a sob. With the despicable thing I have done, I don't know if I could live a normal life. I will forever be haunted for betraying him and for killing innocent souls. I sniffled one last time. I made to enter the airport, but I bumped into someone. "I'm sorry," I managed to say, but fresh tears fell from my eyes and down to my cheeks when I saw I had bumped into Angelo. "Angelo," I said, nearly breaking into tears. I had
(Alessio's POV) "How long have I been unconscious?" I asked. "For a few days," Ivan answered. I sighed, trying to sit up on the bed, but Ivan quickly stopped me from doing so. "You shouldn't do that yet. Your wounds are still fresh," he said, but I ignored him and sat up on the bed, enduring the pain. Every part of my body was filled with injuries. It hurt and itched at the same time. "Where's Salvatore?" "He left a few minutes before you woke up," Ivan replied. "Is it true that Enzo destroyed everything, including my house and the clan?" Ivan looked at me and sadly nodded his head. "We lost the mobsters at the clan. The innocent maids also died from the explosion." "No single person survived?" I asked, hiding how bad I felt. "No one, Boss Alessio. We have nothing left," Ivan answered, wiping his tears, as he was too emotional to control them. I failed to protect my men. If I hadn't been trapped under Enzo's custody, none of this would have happened. "Aren’
(Writer's POV) "What did I just hear you just say? You gave who to who?" Salvatore sneered. He had booked an early flight to Rome so he could know the happenings of the clan, only for him to meet dead monsters and a destroyed clan. Lisa took in her lips, unable to say anything. Salvatore had always said she'd betray Alessio, and she felt so embarrassed because his instinct came to pass. She betrayed the man who loves her. A man who always showed up whenever she was in danger. She made a promise… but couldn't keep her promise. She was just like his mother. "Have your tongue been cut off? Repeat what you just said!" he snapped at her, and tears strolled down her eyes. No matter how much she cried, it wouldn't justify what she had done. "I didn't mean to betray him," she began sobbing. "I thought he killed my dad, so I gave him an apple injected with succinylcholine. He became weak because of it, and Enzo was able to trap him. Enzo has him in his custody and it's all
(Writer's POV) "Did Don Alessio answer the phone?" Isabella asked Ivan in a panicked voice, while Ivan shook his head with a sigh. "Why would Lisa even think of leaving the house?" Isabella murmured, her worries palpable. She had earlier gone to Lisa's room to talk to her, only to find out she wasn't in her room. When she got worried, she asked Ivan for help, and he looked into the surveillance cameras and they both found out that Lisa had sneaked out of the house by secretly entering the car trunk of Alessio's car. "Do you think Don Alessio has seen her already?" "I don't think so, Isabella. It's unlike him not to answer the phone either. Something seems off and I can feel it," Ivan muttered. Isabella swiped her hand through her hair in frustration. "Why can't Lisa just believe that Vanessa was indeed a spy?" "Asking questions won't do. If Alessio still doesn't know she's not in the house, then we should find her before he does." Isabella nodded, and just as they were about t