MasukRavenna, meets Ortega at her new job. He who is an unknown borrower of her Papa. She falls in love with him at first sight. He treats her well better than he Papa who sold her in exchange for his first daught. But love finds expression even in the chaos.
Lihat lebih banyakThe darkness inside the mansion’s lower level was split by the red emergency strobes. Above, the rhythmic thump-thump-thump of silenced automatic rifles vibrated through the floorboards.Diego didn't wait for Marco. He sprinted up the service stairs three steps at a time, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped beast.Don Pedro’s bloodline. Ravenna.The words echoed in his head, a sickening rhythm to every step he took. The woman he had held through the dark, the mother of his twins, carried the blood of the men who had slaughtered his own kin. But right now, none of that mattered. What mattered was that she was breathing.He rounded the corner into the master wing, gun drawn, only to freeze.The security team wasn't dead on the floor. They were standing down, weapons lowered, looking completely bewildered.Standing in the center of the shattered glass of the grand balcony was Ravenna. She wasn't hiding. She wasn't screaming. She stood just still in an oversized silk robe,
The heavy iron door of the mansion’s underground tunnel holding the cell screeched on its hinges as Diego stepped inside. The air was thick with the copper stench of blood and damp concrete.Mariana hung by her wrists, her hands bound tightly to the rusted chains suspended from the ceiling. Her designer dress was torn, streaked with grease and dirt from the warehouse floor. Her face was swollen, but when her eyes adjusted to the dim light and landed on Diego, her lips pulled back into a bitter, blood-stained sneer."Back for more, Don?" she spat, her deep voice raspy from crying and screaming. "Or did your little saint send you down here to finish the job?"Diego didn't answer immediately. He adjusted the cuffs of his dark shirt, his face an unreadable slab of marble. The raw panic from earlier; the sheer terror of almost losing Luca and Luna, had hardened back into the cold, lethal precision that had made him feared across the entire continent."Santiago is dead," Diego said softly,
The candlelight danced across the heavy oak table like golden fireflies, casting soft shadows on the exposed brick walls of the private dining room tucked away in a quiet corner of Ravenna’s favorite hidden trattoria. The world outside Bologna’s narrow streets, the simmering war, the blood debt 4felt a thousand miles away.Ravenna laughed, a low, melodic sound that wrapped around Don Diego Ortega like warm silk. She leaned forward, her dark hair spilling over one shoulder, the neckline of her deep burgundy dress catching the light. “You’re staring again, Diego.”“I’m not staring,” he murmured, reaching across the table to take her hand. His thumb traced slow circles over her knuckles, the same hands that had pulled triggers and signed death warrants now felt gentle, almost reverent. “I’m memorizing you. Trying to take you all in." He said without breaking his gaze.She smiled, that dangerous, knowing smile that had been his undoing since the day he met her at Matoe's office. “You’ve m
Ortega moved like lightning despite the heavy exhaustion weighing on his bones. In one fluid, decisive motion, he scooped Luca into his arms while barking at Ravenna, “Take Luna, now!”Ravenna’s heart hammered violently against her ribs as she snatched Luna from the bed. The little boy stirred with a sleepy whimper, rubbing his eyes in confusion. The beeping from the black box grew louder and more insistent, its red digital timer counting down with merciless precision: 00:08:12… 00:08:11… 00:08:10…“Gale!” Ortega roared toward the door, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.The loyal man burst in seconds later, pistol already drawn, his eyes widening in alarm at the sight of the sinister device. “Madre de Dios…”“Evacuate the east wing immediately. Get Mariana out if she’s still breathing. Then clear the lower floors,” Ortega ordered, his voice forged of steel and ice. “This is no bluff. Pedro wants blood tonight.”Gale nodded sharply, his expression hardening with grim
"Who the hell is this man, one minutes he is kind, and the other time, he grusome without any sort of emotion at all. And why was my family just staring at us in shock. Well, maybe they were too scared to talk or say anything in my defence or theirs. " Whilst she paced around the room, Don Diego c
She looked around the room, trying to figure out what Don Diego looked like. Ravenna's heart skipped."This cannot be true. I must be dreaming. Don Diego cannot know Ortega. What is going on here, or is my head messing with me? Why is his picture hung here?"45 minutes after , Don Diego was ba
Don Diego had taken interest in Ravenna and did not want her to be forced into liking him back. He had this soft spot for her he could not deny.Paying off his debt himself will mean that she gets to make her decision to love him for herself, not out of cohesion. The chaperone dropped her at home.
"Hey Santiago, I need you to do something for me. Arrange the exact amount in cash,""But Don, you don't get it. I said she owes you, not the other way round."Ortega became furious."When did you start questioning my orders?" His voice was stern, firm, and fearsome. His voice was not friendly whe






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