LOGINCHELLEY MORETTIThe air left the room. A collective gasp rose from everyone including even the few attendants remaining.My heart didn't just drop; it plummeted into a cold, dark abyss. I felt the blood drain from my face, leaving me lightheaded. A vengeful maid? A sister I supposedly killed? "I... I don't even interact with the maids or any staff, Rita gets everything done for me.. ," I whispered, my voice trembling as I looked at Cassian. “Cassian, this is a setup. —""A setup?" Cassandra interjected immediately, her voice sharp with fake indignation. She stepped forward, gesturing to the dead maid's note. "The evidence is right there, Chelley! What kind of maid will take her own life to set you up? Your cruelty nearly cost Asher’s life!"Shana let out a fresh, strangled sob, burying her face in her hands. "She wanted the boy dead just to hurt the people who loved him... Cassian, I looked at Cassian, desperate for a shred of the warmth from the previous night. But the man
CHELLEY MORETTI I didn't let anyone else touch him. I carried Asher myself, his small, shivering weight a heavy anchor against my chest. The elevator ride felt like an eternity, the air thick with the suffocating silence of Cassian’s presence and the way he was guiding me so closely as we made our way to Asher’s floor. "He needs absolute quiet," the doctor said, his voice hushed as we reached Asher's floor. “The lungs have cleared the majority of the fluid, but the shock to his system is severe. He must rest before he can be fully examined or questioned."We moved in a fast-paced blur. I laid him down on his bed, his skin so ghostly looking, my heart was still beating so fast. My son just escaped death; I could be holding his dead body right now, all because of them. Cassian reached over and flicked the switch for the heavy-duty wall heater; the hum of the vents kicked in immediately, pumping dry warmth into the room to combat the chill in his bones.Asher’s eyes were half-close
CHELLEY MORETTI I clung to Cassian’s collar, my fingers twisting the fabric of his shirt until my knuckles turned white. My face was a mess of nervousness and anger… seeing my child suffer, seeing how he hasn’t yet opened his eyes, it burns my heart, my hands were shivering, and both anger and grief was taking over me. I couldn’t think clearly, this is my world that drowned and the doctor is trying to revive, and these women who drowned my world are here lying and trying to drown me even deeper? As I looked up at Cassian, pleading… "Cassian, don't listen to them," I rasped, my voice thick with tears. "Please. Shana is no hero. Look at her! She’s the one who pushed my son! She’s the one who put my son in that water just to play the savior!"The room went deathly quiet for a heartbeat before Shana erupted into a fresh wave of dramatic, gut-wrenching sobs. She hunched her shoulders, looking small and broken on the cold floor as he cried."How can you say that Chelley?" Shana waile
CHELLEY MORETTI The golden morning light filtered through the heavy velvet curtains of the penthouse, but the warmth I felt didn't come from the sun. It came from the heavy, muscular arm draped over my waist, caging me against the heat of Cassian’s chest. He was sleeping soundly, his breathing deep and sexy—a rare sight of my predator… my captor at rest.I stayed still for a moment, a small, instinctive smile tugging at my lips. My body felt heavy, sensitized by the flashes of the previous night. I remembered the way he had looked at me… the way he peeled my dress from my body, the way he carried me to the bed. Not as a sex slave, but as a man and wife. He hadn't even sought his own release and desires. It felt like Cassian willingly was satisfying me, a reward of some sort. He had spent the hours worshipping my skin, my naked form, kissing every sensitive inch of my stark naked flesh and body with a hunger that felt almost... reverent, until I had shattered and buckled ben
Unedited I needed a shovel to dig my grave.Kieran Ferrara, CEO of Helios Dynamics is the same man I had my first and amazing mind blowing sex with two weeks ago and he was staring back at me with sexy ass glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.Am I forgetting that this man might just be the leader of my Zanna Rosta??Something was wrong with me. My chest heaved and fell, I think I was having a heart attack. Every cell in my brain was panicking, throwing a major fit. Screaming mayday, mayday. “Do something dammit!” I screamed internally and only then did the voices in my head quiet down.My eyes opened. When did I close them? God. Am I destined to die a gruesome death?I blinked twice, breathed in and out a couple of times, completely forgetting this was an interview and the cause of my heart attack was still very much in the office and probably wondered what clown waltzed into his office.When my breathing steadied, I forced a smile at him. He definitely could not identify me w
UneditedIt’s been two weeks since my amazing mistake.A really big fucking one.The truth didn’t just hit. It bitch slapped me. Hard. I saw it the morning after, when the sun finally crept high enough to spill across his back. That was when I noticed it. The massive tattoo.The large tiger inked on his flesh. Blood red eyes that still flowed dangerously in the daylight.My stomach plummeted.I nearly fainted.La Zanna Rossa.The deadliest, oldest mafia in Italy. My father’s sworn enemy. The Zanna Rossas and Lupi Neris have been at war for decades now. Painting Italy red with killings, bombings and ruining lives.I ran away from home, left the mafia life behind and five years later, where do I end up?In the bed of the deadliest among them and judging by the size of his tiger…. Fuck. He might just be the leader.And not just the deadliest.My family’s rival.I pressed my hand to my mouth to stop myself from making a sound. Am I cursed?I almost couldn’t leave. He was a monster, ev







