BEN POV The villa was quiet when we returned from the lake. The kind of quiet that wrapped around your limbs and made it hard to move. Everyone dispersed without saying much—Clay disappearing to his room with red eyes and a crumpled tissue in hand, Marcelo claiming the couch with his hoodie pulled over his head, and Nolan… well, Nolan lingered like a ghost in the hallway.I closed my bedroom door behind me and leaned against it, letting the silence stretch.The ceremony had been beautiful in its own way, but nothing about it felt real. I kept expecting Ambrose to walk through the trees, his usual smirk tugging at his lips, saying something sarcastic to break the tension. But all I had was the urn, now empty, and the wind, which had carried the last of him into the lake.I sat on the edge of the bed and buried my face in my hands. My palms came away damp with tears I hadn’t realized I was shedding.I couldn’t keep doing this. Pretending like I was okay. Pretending like breathing didn
BEN POV Many times I wish that it had just been a bad dream. Many times I wish that I had never pushed him away when I really needed him. Many times I wish that I had told him how much I loved him. Many times I wish that I had never given him a hard time... I should have pulled him close when I wanted to be alone. But it was too late to take it all back. But it was too late to ever feel the proximity of his body molding into mine. It was too late to ever hear his voice again. It was too late to ever caress his face again. It was too late to ever feel his lips on mine.His gaze imprinted deep in my mind; I knew that I would never find a man like him. A walking temptation. My taste of heaven and hell. The man who had stolen my heart in one night. He was gone, and now he was going to be put to rest in his hometown. He had always wanted to bring me to Italy. Nolan and I were traveling to Italy on his private jet, and I was thankful that Clay and Marcelo had ta
NOLAN POV Clay had informed me that Ben was awake, though she wanted to see what was left of Ambrose, and I didn’t want her to see him in such a discomposed state.But of course, she was Benedykta Rebel; she was going to insist, even though she wasn’t physically fit to be here in the first place. I sighed deeply. The warehouse was surrounded by the police and medical personnel who were here to gather what was left of my father and Zane. A few minutes later, a stretcher was brought outside, and on it lay what looked like a skeleton. Uncle Matteo placed a hand on my shoulder and urged me to inspect the remains. “They only found one body and a human skull… Nolan, if Zane was strapped to the bomb, then the explosion was huge enough to burn him to ashes, and through DNA testing, the results came out positive from the skull; it indeed belongs to Zane.” I nodded quietly. “It means that this body belongs to my father.” The words felt bitter coming out of my mouth. Ever sinc
BEN POV When I was a little girl, I always looked up to my grandfather because he could do it all. He'd still manage to take care of us while he continued to run the family business, and right at that moment, I knew what I wanted to do: make him damn proud of me. But every time I felt like I accomplished something, my efforts never exceeded his expectations, and just like that, I put my dreams and passions aside so that I could live up to my family’s name. A Rebel. That surname came with a heavy burden. It almost felt suffocating. Living under the spotlight didn’t make it easy, but when I met Zane, I really felt like my family’s image or money didn’t matter.For the first time in my life, I felt free. I felt like I wasn’t drowning. Then, just when I felt like my life was getting back on track, I was forced to marry a man I didn’t love. The man who stole my heart in one night... I couldn’t have him even if I wanted to. Our love was deemed forbidden. Yet we couldn’t keep our h
AMBROSE POVTWENTY MINUTES EARLIER Nolan and I were still parked outside the entrance of the warehouse, and I could still feel the unresolved tension between us.I hated feeling this way, and by all means, I wanted things to go back to normal between us. “Nolan.” He turned to look at me, and the hatred in his eyes was evident. “If anything happens to me in there, and if I don’t come back alive, I want you to take care of Ben, the company, and the vineyard.” He didn’t make a comment. “Many years ago, before I met your mother, I was in the Italian mafia, and it was something that has always been part of my family. So even if I wanted to go a different path in life, its existence will always haunt me. But everything changed when I met your mother.” I smiled to myself as I remembered the day I met Katherine. “She was just a tourist, and she was so excited to visit Italy. When I saw her for the first time, I knew that I had to leave the mafia behind if I was going to be wit
NOLAN POV I got Ben’s luggage and went to meet up with my father so that we could come up with a plan to safely rescue her without putting her life on the line. The mere thought of seeing her in pain and scared was sending me over the edge, and for the first time in my life, I felt like murdering someone. Zane Gray was going to pay with his fucking life for laying his filthy hands on Benedykta. An hour later, I made it to my father’s mansion, and this place brought back the good memories we had before things went sour between us. This man wasn’t just my father; he was also my best friend, but that bond and those feelings went down the drain the moment he chose to betray me. He slept with the woman I was in love with, and that is something I can’t look past, even if he happens to be my father. Forty minutes later, I arrived at his mansion and offloaded Ben’s luggage, carrying it to the doorstep. I rang the doorbell, and a few moments later, my father opened the door, and