DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents portrayed in this novel are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a purely fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-life events is entirely coincidental and unintentional. This story was crafted for entertainment purposes, and no offense, harm, or misrepresentation of any person, culture, or profession is intended.
All cultural references, organizations, and environments featured are fictional or generalized, and should not be interpreted as accurate depictions of real-world counterparts. The personalities, actions, and decisions of the characters do not reflect the views or beliefs of the author. Fiction allows us to explore extreme situations and complex emotions in a safe and controlled space, and the characters’ choices should not be seen as endorsements or guides for real-life behavior.
CONTENT WARNING:
Strong and explicit language, Abandonment and trauma, Toxic behaviors and relationships, Obsessive or morally grey characters, and Extreme red flags that may be uncomfortable to witness.
The inclusion of these elements is not to glorify or romanticize them, but rather to portray flawed characters, challenge norms, and reflect the darker, more complex aspects of human nature and relationships. That said, reader discretion is strongly advised. If at any point you find the content distressing, please prioritize your well-being and take a step back. Fiction is meant to evoke emotion, but never at the cost of your mental or emotional health.
Everyone processes stories differently, and what is thrilling for one reader may be overwhelming for another. Please proceed with awareness and care.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Before you dive into this story, I want to share something personal with you. I wrote this novel when I was just thirteen years old. At the time, I had no formal training in writing, no grasp of complex literary techniques, and very little understanding of storytelling rules. All I had was a vivid imagination, a notebook (or keyboard), and the desire to bring my characters to life.
This was my very first full-length novel—my entry into the world of storytelling. I poured my heart into it, creating plots and personalities that may have been messy, overly dramatic, or unrealistic in places, but they were real to me. And despite its flaws, I chose not to rewrite this entirely, because it stands as a reminder of how I began. Of how stories shaped me.
You may find imperfections in the pacing, dialogue, character decisions, or plot. You may even find scenes that make you raise your eyebrows. But every line came from a place of growth, curiosity, and love for writing.
I’ve grown since then—both as a person and as a writer—and I hope to continue improving. But this book will always have a special place in my heart, because it represents a chapter of my life that I’ll never forget.
Thank you for taking a chance on this story. Thank you for being here. And thank you for reading it not just with your eyes, but with the kind of open mind that sees the heart behind every word.
PLAYLIST:
Apocalypse - Cigarettes After Sex
Ruin My Life - Zara Larsson
All I Ever Need - Austin Mahone
Capital Letters - Hailee Steinfeld
Crazy In Love - Nicole Andersson
It's You - Sezairi
Thick And Thin - LANY
Die For You - The Weeknd
If You're Meant To Come Back - Justin Jesso
The moment they took her, something inside me snapped.Not the heartbroken kind of snap. No. This was deeper. Sharper. I didn’t feel pain. I felt wrath. Pure, undiluted rage. And it was about to consume everything in its path.I stormed into the estate’s war room, where the core of Nostra Affari waited in silence. My men stood tall, dressed in black, weapons ready, waiting for orders.“They took her,” I growled, eyes locked on the map displayed across the wall. "I want them dead."No one asked questions. They knew better. This wasn’t just about vengeance—it was personal. I wasn’t just the heir to an empire tonight. I was death in a suit.Sky entered, tablet in hand, sweat beading his forehead. “I tracked Nicole’s convoy heading north—Ilocos Norte. They’ve stopped near a shoreline and has a fucking chopper waiting there.”My jaw clenched. “They’re taking her somewhere. She’s not going to make it to that chopper.”I turned to my men. “Mobilize everything. Ground teams, air units, satell
The moment Leo pulled me into his arms, blood-stained and breathless, I felt a sliver of peace. For the first time in what felt like forever, I thought I was safe. The gold-masked man was cuffed and unconscious. The basement faded behind us like a bad dream.But that illusion shattered the moment we stepped out into the open.The night exploded.A hail of bullets pierced the air from nowhere—windows shattered, tires blew, and Leo immediately shielded me with his body. “Get down!” he shouted, dragging me behind an overturned car.I couldn’t see where the shots were coming from at first. But then I heard her voice. Cold. Mocking. Familiar. Nicole.She stepped out from a black SUV like she owned the damn warzone. Dressed in all black, hair slicked back, sunglasses at night like she was untouchable. Behind her, a fleet of armed men emerged—fully geared, tactically aligned. An army. Her army.She smirked, holding a pistol. “You didn’t think I’d just let you walk away with him, did you?”
The first thing I noticed was the smell-damp concrete, mold, and something metallic I couldn't quite place. Blood, maybe. The air was thick and suffocating, like it hadn't been disturbed in years. I was shivering-not because of the cold, but because of what I had just survived.My wrists ached from the rough zip ties cutting into my skin, and the blindfold they'd used was still half-hanging around my neck. I sat on the cold, unforgiving floor of what looked like an abandoned basement, lit only by a flickering bulb swinging above me like a slow, ticking clock.I wanted to scream for help. I wanted to run. But I couldn't do either.My belly-my baby-was the only thing keeping me grounded. *Don't panic. You need to stay calm. For the baby.I heard voices upstairs. Muffled. Angry. Barked commands. Footsteps. One set. Then two. Then silence.Then the door creaked open.A man entered, his shadow cast long and crooked across the floor. He wasn't the one from earlier-the one who shoved me into
I thought we were just attending a corporate event. That was all I expected. I never imagined this. I always believed Leo would propose after I gave birth—that’s how I pictured it in my head. “I love you so much, Trinity,” he whispered as he pulled me into a tight embrace. I returned it with the same intensity, melting into his arms. This is it. We’re finally getting our own version of happily ever after.…As we entered the hotel, the party was already in full swing. People were dancing, laughing, and living in the moment. Leo and I joined in for a slow dance. I gently rested my head on his shoulder, his arms wrapping securely around my waist like he never wanted to let go.“You’ve spoiled me with so many surprises today, Leo,” I murmured against him. “Now it’s my turn. After the party, I have something to tell you.” There was anticipation bubbling inside me, a secret waiting to be set free. “I’ve never really been excited about surprises until now,” I added softly. “Maybe b
I finally breathed easy when Trinity finished getting ready. No matter how beautiful my girlfriend looked every single day, there was something different tonight. She was glowing. Ethereal. That white dress clung to her like it was made just to worship her body. But what really destroyed me—what shattered me—were her eyes. Bright with warmth, lit up with excitement. She had no clue what she was doing to me. "You look unreal, love." I whispered, taking her hand and pressing a reverent kiss to her knuckles like she was royalty. Like she was a miracle. She didn’t know. She didn’t have the faintest idea what I was about to do. ...We were in the limousine, minutes away from the venue. Everyone else was distracted on their phones, but me? I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I never could. She was my whole world. My reason. My anchor and the chaos. Tonight—I’d make sure she’d know it. “Are you nervous?” she asked with a soft smile. “Nope.” I shook my head slowly. “I’ve got not
When I opened my eyes, I was lying on a soft bed. I bolted upright and stepped out of the room to look for Leo. I found him in the living room, talking on the phone. "Yes, Vince. I have to take care of my wife since we’re pregnant, so maybe Khiro and Sky can manage things for now. But if the client insists on speaking with me, give me his phone number. I’ll talk to him—but do everything you cannot to disturb me unless necessary." I didn’t show myself just yet. I waited for their conversation to finish. "Yes, thank you so much. And don’t worry—you’re one of the baby’s godfathers." He laughed before saying goodbye. "Hi," I greeted once he noticed me. He came over immediately. "My Tesorina. Are you hungry? Want me to cook something?" I smiled. I really love him. I walked closer to him. "You don’t have to cook. My food’s standing right in front of me." With that, my fingers slowly traveled downward, brushing against the growing hardness beneath his pants. Leo’s breath