Mag-log inVALENTINA Milo’s barking was the first thing that interrupted us. It was so loud, it bounced off the walls and came right back, filling the air around us like a warning siren. Serena didn’t flinch. I did. “Call him off,” she said, blade glinting under the light. “I— I can’t,” I whispered. “Of course you can. He listens to you.” She hissed viciously, as if my hesitation was an insult to her. “Tell him to stop right now.” “No,” I breathed, trembling. “For God’s sake, Valentina.” Serena took another step down toward me with the knife still raised. “You’re being dramatic.” “I’m being dramatic?” My pulse spiked. “ You’re the one with a knife trying to stab me!” “I’m not trying to.” She rolled her eyes like I was dense. “I meant to stab you.” Her voice heightened. “There’s a difference.” Milo barked louder, claws skidding across the marble downstairs as she paced, confused and panicked. Her growls rolled up the staircase like thunder, even making me a little scared. “Shut that
VALENTINA My name is Valentina DeLuca, and I now have a perpetual stick lodged in my heart. I spent the entire next day pretending my life wasn’t splintering down the middle. Stefan was building a cardboard fort in the living room. Sofia was on the floor drawing a family picture — four stick figures holding hands. When she lifted the page and proudly showed me, I wanted to cry. Four. Not five. She didn’t even know there was another person in this house who considered herself part of us. A ghost walking on the third floor. A ghost who wasn’t actually dead. “Mommy, look!” Sofia beamed. “This is Daddy. This is me. This is ‘Tefan. And this is you.” I forced a smile. “It’s beautiful, baby. Good job.” My hands were shaking, so I tucked them under the table so she wouldn’t see. Because tonight, if Serena had her way, everything would blow open. By early evening, I kept checking every window, every hallway, and taking note of every shadow that passed. I’d sent Sybil home for the n
VALENTINA “I don’t know what to do.” That was the first thing I said to my reflection the next morning. My hair was still damp, my coffee was already cold, and my heart hadn’t stopped pounding since I’d left Serena’s room last night. I’d slept in short bursts, jerking awake at the sound of every creak, every footstep I imagined on the stairs. At one point, I swore I heard movement above me but I refused to look. Now, standing in the bathroom light, I barely recognized myself. “Mom?” Stefan’s voice came through the door, small and hesitant. “Can Ethan come again today?” I cleared my throat. “Not today, sweetheart. Maybe this weekend, okay?” He sounded disappointed but didn’t argue. “Okay.” His footsteps faded down the hall. I shut my eyes and pressed both palms to the counter. I’d told Serena I’d think about helping her escape but I hadn’t meant it. Not at first. But the longer I tried to convince myself to forget, the more her voice echoed in my head. ‘He doesn’t love you
VALENTINA “You came back.” Serena’s voice was quiet. But there was something behind it this time… something calculated. She sat by the window, her hair pulled over one shoulder, the morning light tracing the edges of her face. The same face I’d seen in photographs that Adrian once kept hidden, a face that shouldn’t have been here at all. “Yeah I did,” I admitted. Her lips curved into a knowing smile. “Thank you, Valentina.” I stayed near the door. The air between us felt thick, almost electric. Every time I looked at her, my brain struggled to reconcile what I was seeing with what I’d been told. She was supposed to be gone. Dead and buried. But she wasn’t. Serena tilted her head slightly, studying me. “You’re scared of me.” “I’m not scared,” I said too quickly. Her eyes narrowed, soft amusement in them. “Then why are you standing all the way over there, Valentina?” I hesitated, then forced myself forward a few steps. “Because I don’t know what to think. You tell me one thin
VALENTINA Stefan had a friend over from school, a boy named Ethan, and I smiled as their laughter echoed through the house. They were building something out of Legos on the floor, their voices tumbling over one another in excited bursts of conversation. I leaned against the doorway for a moment, watching them. Stefan’s face was brighter than I’d seen it in a while. It was strange how easily children could move on, how a few hours with a friend could erase nights of silence. Sofia was perched at the table with her crayons, tongue peeking out between her lips as she colored a crooked rainbow. Milo and Luna dozed by her feet, tails twitching every few seconds. It was one of those rare mornings when everything looked normal. I poured myself another cup of coffee and sat at the kitchen island. The steam fogged my vision for a moment, and in that blur I almost saw her again — long dark hair, the faint shadow of a woman turning away. I blinked hard. The image vanished. It had been d
VALENTINA The air in my lungs ceased. I couldn’t move, couldn’t look away.“What? He hit you?”Serena’s voice was shaking now. “He beat me until I couldn’t stand. Until I couldn’t even breathe. I was heavily pregnant and went into premature labor right there. Adrian called his trusted doctor to deliver the baby. She was snatched right from me and I barely even saw her face before I blacked out.”She motioned at the machines in the room. “Adrian bought all of this so I didn’t have to go to a hospital… so no one would know what he had done. He wanted me to be treated right under his nose. I thought I was going to die. And maybe I did, for a while. Because when I woke up, I was in this room with machines everywhere, needles in my arm.”I whispered, “He kept you here.”“Sometimes I’d hear voices— Adrian’s, the nurse’s, the doctor. And then one day I heard him.” Her eyes flickered up to mine. “He was standing right there.” She pointed to the corner near the door. “Talking to someone on th
VALENTINA Marco shook his head after Elia left the room, a crooked smirk tugging at his lips. “Adrian keeps you on a short leash.”I stiffened. I couldn’t discuss my marriage with him. Not with anyone, really. It would only prove Adrian right when he said trust was something I didn’t yet deserve.
VALENTINA After Adrian left, I sank onto the sofa with my phone still in hand, feeling the echo of our earlier conversation in my chest. My heart hadn’t stopped racing since he’d told me about my uncles. In our world, a fall from grace almost always meant a bullet to the head, and that was exactly
VALENTINA I tried to wait up for Adrian. I really did. The fire had burned low, throwing lazy shadows across the living room, and I’d curled up awkwardly in the armchair facing the fireplace. I told myself I’d close my eyes just for a minute, but exhaustion won out, and the warmth of the fire pu
ADRIANIt had been three months since the last time I went to my beach house.The last time I went, I’d longed for peace and quiet after Serena’s funeral. I’d come alone without Sofia and Stefan because every look at them reminded me of the woman I wanted to forget.Valentina’s eyes widened in awe







