A loud, painful scream echoed in the whole room. My eyes squeezed shut, and the gun slipped through my hands, hitting the ground with a clatter. The scent of gunpowder filled the air, burning my nostrils and making my stomach churn. A loud thud made me slowly open my eyes and the first thing I saw was a pool of blood with a man lying in it. My breath hitched in my throat. The only difference was when I expected it to be Nikolai, it was Dimitri. My breath came in sharp gasps, my heart pounded so violently it felt like it would burst out of my chest. Dimitri was writhing on the floor, holding his shoulder from which blood oozed continuously. The knife lay beside him. His breaths were ragged and uneven. I shot him.Oh God. I shot him."You bastard!" Dimitri spat, "Youโre a damn cheater!"My chest heaved up and down. My hands shook at my sides. "My survival instinct kicked in," Nikolai chuckled darkly. "I just made sure I wasn't the one bleeding out on the floor." He cocked his hea
Third-person POVAfter locking the door, Nikolai turned to face Alessia. The silence in the room was broken by the sound of his footsteps. Alessia's heart pounded faster with each step he took toward her. Her mind was still trying to connect the dots. Alessia always wanted to know the truth of the mark on her stomach. Her father told her that she got it in an accident but that was the only thing that she could never accept. The storm in Nikolai's dark eyes showed that there was a lot that he was hiding a lot. And she wanted to know everything. "You have no idea how long I have been waiting for this moment." Wrapping one of his arms around her waist, he pulled her closer. His knuckles brushed against her temple slightly. "And now that the moment is right here, I can't wait any longer." Leaning down, he pressed a chaste kiss on her forehead. His hand moved down to the hem of her t-shirt. Just as he was about to pull it up, she caught his wrist, taking him by surprise. "I will d
Nikolai was on fire. Enemies, betrayals, and wars had tested his patience, but never like this. Alessia was teasing him, pushing him to the edge, and everything was becoming too much for him to control. Alessia knew he was accustomed to control, to submission, to women bending to his will and allowing him to do whatever he wanted. She understood that in the end, he would take charge, but that couldn't stop her from relishing whatever little control she had over him. Her fingers danced along the ridges of his chest, leaving a trail of heat behind. His fingers moved up her back, raising goosebumps wherever he touched her. His fingers expertly unhooked the bra and tossed it away like the most hated thing. Alessia gasped when his palms squeezed her bosoms tightly, his fingers tugging at her nipples. Alessia inhaled deeply, her hips rolling over his torso on their own. Suddenly, Nikolai sat up, wrapped his arm around her, and pressed their bodies together, chest to chest. Their breath
"Beg me, Mafia King," she emphasized on Mafia King to taunt him. Nikolai's body tensed. He half growled and half cursed under his breath. โYou know,โ he murmured, his voice thick with warning, โI can take you right here, right now. No one can stop me.โ"But you won't!" Alessia said with conviction, "If you wanted, you wouldn't have waited for so long." Her lips grazed his jaw teasingly. โI know you, Capo. You wonโt have me without my consent.โHis jaw clenched as he inhaled a deep breath. Damn her. He had let her play. Let her have control. And now he was suffering for it. She knew his weakness and she was using it against him.Alessia's lips curled in a smirk. "Seems like you don't want me that badly." Alessia was about to pull back when he caught her. His adam's apple bobbed as he hesitated before muttering, "Please." Triumph danced in her eyes. But she wasn't done. Not yet. "Please what? Capo?" She blinked her eyes rapidly. He swallowed hard. He had never bowed or begged in f
Third-person POV Nikolai woke up before the sun could fully rise. The first sight he witnessed was the woman of his dreams lying in his arms. The warm glow of the first sunrays cast a glow over her. Alessia. His Dolcezza. His obsession. The reason for his madness and sanity. He had imagined her claiming her in every possible way, but nothing could have prepared him for what had happened the previous night. It was unexpected, yet he liked it. He's always been drawn to the spark inside her. She had fought, played with, and pushed him to the edge, but she had ultimately surrendered, as she always had.And at that moment, she looked so soft and delicate. There was a peace on her face, that he hadn't seen since his return. To him, she is the most beautiful sight at which he could stare all day long. A smirk crept up at his lips as he noticed the marks he had left on her body, branding her as his. His finger lazily traced her bare shoulder, his gaze following the same path. His posses
I nibbled on my breakfast, my mind still spinning from what had happened in the morning. My skin burned where Nikolai had touched me.The scent of freshly baked bread, eggs, and coffee filled the air, but my stomach was in knots. I barely had any appetite. I knew there were more important things to focus on, but my thoughts kept drifting back.I needed Nikolai to leave home as soon as possible so I could think of ways to find the basement key. I needed to reach Dimitri to learn the whole truth.If I wanted to, I could easily escape Nikolai, but it would be useless. First, he wouldn't let me go far until he was ready, and second, Dimitri was still in his cage.โMmm...โ Nikolai chewed on his food, which caught my attention.He sat across from me, having his breakfast. Dressed in his black suit and ready for work, his green eyes gleamed with something dark and unreadable.โSomething going on in that little head of yours?โ he asked, his voice laced with teasing.I simply shook my head, un
The moment I saw a shelf filled with leather files, a wave of dรฉjร vu hit me. I was sure the key was inside there. I immediately removed all the files one by one; a few of them fell to the ground, but I cared less. To my surprise, as I pushed aside the last file, a small locker came into view at the back of the shelf. My hand reached out for it. I tried to open it, only to find that it was locked. My eyes burned into the files I had just pushed aside. I picked up the blue one and opened it to find a small key hidden between the papers. How do I know this so precisely? Though I had stepped into Nikolaiโs study for the first time, I moved around as if I had known this place for years. The familiarity of the room was both comforting and disconcerting. The thought bothered me, but I kept it aside to avoid distracting myself from my real purpose. I immediately inserted the key and unlocked the locker, and the compartment clicked open. My heart pounded in my chest with anticipation. T
My pulse pounded in my ears, and panic surged when I heard Nikolai's car honk. My grip on the album tightened, and suddenly, I felt suffocated. My body still trembled from the flashes and the reality. I wasn't ready for Nikolai's arrival. If Nikolai caught me here, everything would be over. He would never let me reach the truth. He would never let me see Dimitri.My body instantly sprang into action instantly. I immediately shoved the album back into the file, from which I pulled it out. Every second that passed felt like a death sentence. My heart raced as I rushed to the study's door.I needed to leave this place before Nikolai arrived. He would not spare me for touching his belongings without his permission. He is extremely possessive about everything.Even though I was in a hurry, the logical part of my brain was active. I twisted the knob slowly and carefully, ensuring it made no noise. My breath hitched when I heard the footsteps approaching me. Nikolai was already inside the
"Youโwere you really there?" I asked in complete surprise. He softly nodded, his lips stretching into a wider smile. "Why didn't you come to me earlier, Nick? Why?" I demanded, clutching his shirt tightly. I would have actually been happy if I had known he was there. All the time, I had the feeling that Nikolai was with me, yet I still felt hollow inside. "Say something, Nick!" He chuckled softly before cupping my face once again, holding me as if I were fragile and priceless at the same time. "Because there, you werenโt just fighting, Alessia. You were shining.โ He paused, brushing his thumb over my cheek and catching the fresh tear that slipped out. โI didnโt want to steal your moment,โ he added, smiling tenderly. โButโฆ it was I who clapped for you first.โ I shook my head; he was impossible. "And whatโwhat about in the hospital? Why did they declare you dead?" I breathed. "A nurse told me that your uncle took you and..." He closed his eyes for a moment, indicat
The moment the intruder's face came into the light, the gun wobbled in my grip before slipping from my hands with a loud clatter. My breath hitched in my throat. Everything seemed to cease in those moments. My heart pounded so hard that it was deafening. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't blink. I was afraid he might disappear from my sight if I blinked. Am I being delusional or what? Because right in front of me stood Nikolai. My Nick. My mind refused to accept what my eyes were showing me. The doctor told me he had died and had already been buried, that I lost him forever, that he would never come back again, but he was standing right here, right in front of me, tall and very much alive. But he looked very weak. His eyes were tired and sunken. Yet they lit up the moment they caught my gaze in the darkness. Both of us were frozen in our places. "Nick," I whispered to myself. It was such a low murmur that I was sure he didn't hear it, but maybe he heard the voice o
The applause that followed my crowning ceremony was deafening. It should have made my heart swell with pride, but it didnโt. I couldn't immerse myself completely in happiness because something was missing. It wasn't just anything; it was the biggest part of my life. Nikolai. This place was and is rightly his. I am merely filling his space to prevent the throne from falling into the wrong hands. I was strong all this time, but I am unsure how I will rule this Empire alone. Drawing a deep breath, I stepped down from the stage with slow and steady steps, ensuring that I kept my chin high to prevent the crown from falling. It is not just a crown; it is a heavy responsibility that rests on my head. People bowed before me, and a few came forward to congratulate me with warm words. "Congratulations, La Regina,โ they said. โYouโve made history.โ I mumbled a small thank you with a soft smile on my lips. I could see that a few of them were faking their smiles. Of course, not everyone ca
โThis is mine!โ Marco roared, pointing to the throne behind us โI built this! I cleaned the blood! I earned every piece of this empire while you were out living in your bubble!โโYou stole what was never yours to begin with,โ I said, in a low but steady voice. โYou manipulated the system, lied to the council, and betrayed your own bloodline. The only thing youโve earned is a disgrace.โ I spat venomously. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, I cut him off. "Nikolai transferred his property in my name with the hope that I will raise our child and give him everything he deserves. I can not let anyone snatch my baby's right" I stated. Silence spread in the hall, and Marco broke. โYou think you can fool everyone with that belly and a couple of forged papers?โ he spat. โYou donโt know anything about ruling an empire, Alessia. Youโre just a spoiled little brat and we are not even sure if you are carrying Nikolai's blood!โUnable to stop myself anymore, I slapped him
โMy birth certificate, my documents, and even DNA tests, if you want,โ I said coolly. โAll prove I was born of the legal wife of Mr. Rossi. I am the only legitimate heir; Marco is...โ โEnough!โ Mr. Rossi roared as I started opening his cards one by one, cutting me off mid-sentence. The dirty secrets he has been hiding from everyone for so long are now being exposed, and he just can't stand it. I have always considered Marco my real brother because he never let me feel otherwise, but only we family members know the truth. He was not my mother's son. He was the result of my father's betrayal. "I haven't even started, Dad," I said, infusing the word with honey-dripped venom. โWhat are you implying?โ one of the council members asked, frowning. โHow could you make such a serious accusation against your own father and brother?โ โWhose father? Which brother?โ I asked sharply, turning to the man with fire in my eyes. โThey both died for me the day they tried to kill me.โ The hall
"NO" Silence. Ear-deafening silence. This is what spread after I announced my decision. A single word detonated like a bomb. First, they were not expecting me to be here, and after knowing the reason behind my presence, they were definitely not expecting this answer from me. My father flinched in his position, and Marco's smile vanished. "What did you just say?" Marco growled near my ear, narrowing his eyes at me. He couldn't believe his ears. "I said no," I repeated just for him, just in case he didn't hear me. I turned slightly to face the Mafia council. "I am not ready to give my consent to make him a mafia king," I declared. The council members exchanged looks of confusion among themselves. The crowd gasped and whispered amongst themselves. "Any particular reason behind it?" The senior-most council member asked. "My husband built this Empire with his blood and sweat. He didn't inherit it; he earned it through scars. Before handing it over to someone else,
Black dress... This is what you are supposed to wear for the mafia king's crowning ceremony. It is a sign of power and mourning for the bloodshed that leads to the throne. It is a old tradition. That's why I wore white! Because I wasnโt here to mourn. I was here to defy. The black dress sent by Marco lay in the corner of the room like a rag while I slipped into a satin white gown, which I was meant to wear on my wedding day. I chuckled to myself. What irony. The silence in the room pressed into my skin like needles. I stood in front of the mirror, staring blankly at my own reflection. The dark circles under my eyes were clearly visible, and I hadnโt even tried to hide them. Let the world see what this house has done to me. My hair fell messily over my shoulder. I picked up a brush, and, as usual, I was about to tie it up when I remembered that the other women would have styled their hair into stiff buns because this was what was required of them today. So, I won't! I dropped
Thirty hours... it has been thirty hours since I last had a bite. The hunger was burning in my stomach, but what was worse was the thirst. My tongue felt like sandpaper, and my head pounded as if someone were hammering it from the inside. At one point, when I couldn't hold it anymore, I went to the bathroom and took a few sips to keep my baby alive. Marco knows the condition of my baby. He knows that I need not only meals but also the medicines for my baby to live, and he is still doing this. I don't have any purpose to live anymore. With Nikolai gone, I would have gladly given my life too, but in all this, my baby is suffering. It has nothing to do with betrayal, power, or position. I have spent the entire day lying lifeless on the bed, staring at the ceiling as if it held answers. Tears dribbled down the sides of my eyes, dampening the pillow. The only sound that could be heard in the room was the soft ticking of the antique clock on the wall. My stomach groaned again, but I d
The room was silent. Too silent. The only sound that could be heard was the curtains hitting against the windowpane, occasionally broken by my silent sobs. I sat on the floor with my legs folded, my head resting on the edge of the bed, my arms limping at my sides. My hair was a mess, my lips cracked to the point that blood started to appear under the skin, and my throat was dry from all the screaming, sobbingโฆ and the silence that followed. It's been seven days since I was brought here. I had cried so much; I didnโt know if there were tears left in me anymore. But pain? Pain never seemed to run out. I was once again in my father's house, but now these walls felt cold and hollow. It isn't my home anymore. I left the place that was truly my home: the arms of my Nikolai. "Nick." His name escaped my lips in a whisper. My lips hadn't grown tired of calling him again and again, hoping that it would bring him back, as if my voice could somehow reach the other side. But