INICIAR SESIÓNFinaI was back at the crypt again, in the cold air blasting, with the underground silence of the tombs.I was breathing hard as I moved backwards, my flashlight shaking violently in my hand when suddenly someone grabbed me from behind.I screamed.A man stood before me wearing a pig mask, dark and terrifying, his head tilted in a way that made my stomach twist.“No…” I whispered, trying to pull away, he stepped closer.And then he slowly removed the mask, my breath stopped.It was him, the tattooed man from the crypt.His eyes looked darker, almost inhuman as he stared at me.“You should not have come here,” he said coldly.Then blood suddenly started dripping from his hands.I screamed— And my eyes flew open.The curtains had been pulled apart, bright sunlight flooding the room violently.I gasped for breath, chest rising hard as I blinked repeatedly. It was a fucking dream! Rita stood by the curtains with her arms folded, giving me a look that instantly made me uncomfortable.A lo
Fina“What do you want me to do, huh?” I snapped in Italian, my voice echoing through the living room.“Vuoi che io resti chiusa qui dentro per sempre?”Do you want me to stay locked up in here forever?Rita sighed from where she stood beside the couch, arms folded tightly across her chest.She was pissed at my action. What did she expect? Even the Don knows he married a stubborn wife.“That was not the move, a Donna makes,” she said carefully. “You don’t just step out like that when orders have already been given. Those men work for Dario. They don’t work for you.”I laughed bitterly.“Of course.” I nodded slowly. “Of course you have to remind me that I’m nothing, you have to remind me that I was only used to settle a debt.”“Oh, sweetheart, that’s not what I meant.”“Then what did you mean?” I fired back immediately.Rita walked closer, her expression softer now.“You pulling that stunt does not give you power, Fina. It doesn’t make them respect you.” She paused. “I know you’re a fr
Fina’s POVThat night felt imagined.For the first time in what felt like forever, the mansion had life in it again.Not silence thick enough to suffocate me, but children, and laughter.At some point during the night, Elena had put on music and the children started dancing around the lounge with cupcakes in their hands while Rita yelled at them not to stain the couches. Ada and Kira had dragged me into their little circle, forcing me to dance with them while everyone laughed.And for a while…I forgot I was married to a mafia don.Forgot there was a war happening somewhere.Forgot my husband had practically locked me inside his estate.I just felt like myself again; Miss Fina, not Donna Severo.Not a pawn.Not a wife trying to survive a dangerous man she could no longer fully hate.Dario had called twice that night.And after the second call went unanswered, he never called back again.I knew he knew the children were here.There was no way Rita would allow this without his permission
Fina’s POVI didn’t even remember when I fell asleep.One moment I was there… breathless, overwhelmed by that heart-wrenching orgasm… still feeling him even through a screen… and the next, everything went dark.When I woke up, my body felt heavy, used in a way that made heat creep back into my cheeks the second I remembered.My fingers tightened slightly against the sheets. God.A slow breath left my lips as I turned my head, staring blankly at the ceiling for a moment.“What is wrong with me…” I muttered under my breath.My eyes drifted to the clock beside the bed.Still afternoon, not even evening yet.I pushed myself up slowly, brushing my hair back as flashes of earlier replayed in my head: his voice, the way he looked at me, the way my body responded like it belonged to him.I exhaled sharply and got out of bed, I definitely needed air, I needed to think.After a quick shower, I slipped into a light, simple gown and made my way downstairs. The mansion felt too quiet again, almost
FINA’S POVI woke up to silence.Not the peaceful kind… no. This one felt heavy. Loud in its own way.My eyes fluttered open slowly, and instinctively, they drifted to the other side of the bed.Which of course was empty.A quiet sigh slipped past my lips as I pushed myself up, the sheets sliding down my bare skin. For a moment, I just sat there… staring at the space he should have occupied.Then I forced myself up.The floor was cold beneath my feet as I walked toward the window, pushing the curtains aside.And that was when I saw the cars. Maybe four of them, with men stepping out. All armed, and moving with precision.The sign on their coat, shows they are Severo men.My brows furrowed immediately, my heart picking up pace.Why would he send more guards here?Unless… whatever he had gone to handle wasn’t small. A knot formed in my stomach.I didn’t waste time. I rushed into the bathroom, cleaned up quickly, threw on something light, and headed downstairs.The moment I stepped into
Fina’s POVIn less than an hour, everything changed.One moment, I was still wrapped in the illusion of soft waves, warm nights, and stolen moments that didn’t feel real. The next, I was seated in silence as the helicopter cut through the sky, dragging me away from it all.From him.The island faded beneath us like a dream I hadn’t fully woken from.And just like that… I was going back. Back to reality, back to the life I never chose.Back to being the wife of a don— A don who had just gone to war.I stared out the window the entire ride, my thoughts louder than the blades above us. Something twisted inside me, something I refused to name. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t anger.It was… something else, something heavier.By the time we arrived at the mansion, I already felt it, the difference.The gates opened slowly, the guards standing straighter than usual. The house loomed ahead—familiar, yet distant, like it belonged to someone else entirely.Like I no longer stepped into it as a prison
When I walked back from the bathroom, I expected Dario to be sitting exactly where I left him — composed, pretending nothing in the world could move him.He wasn’t there, but his bodyguard was. That alone told me he hadn’t gone far.I sat down slowly, smoothing my dress over my thighs. The room fel
FinaSlowly, he teased my folds, my underwear still blocking direct contact. I tried to hold it in, but my moans slipped past me anyway.“Hmmm… ahhhh…”“That’s it,” he whispered, his mouth an inch from mine, our breaths brushing against each other.He applied more pressure and I screamed. Fuck — th
FinaThe bathroom was the only quiet place left in the entire mansion.I sat on the toilet lid, elbows on my knees, my phone glowing in my hands as my thumbs hovered over the screen. The marble floor was cold beneath my bare feet, and the faint scent of jasmine soap lingered in the air.Outside the
DarioToday was the day.I had imagined this moment for years—long before anyone else knew it was coming. Long before Julio betrayed me. Long before the war between our families started tearing everything apart.And now here we were. My wedding day.I stood in my office, staring out through the ta







