EmmaWe arrived at our honeymoon on a remote island, and the scenery before us was spectacular. It was hard to believe we were on a secret mission to keep up appearances in a fake marriage. The island was a tropical paradise with white sandy beaches, crystal-clear waters, and lush vegetation. However, I was far from feeling in paradise.I wanted to let go of everything and relax, but it was impossible. I kept reminding myself of the reason I was there.Andrew and I disembarked from the private jet and were greeted by a man who seemed to be waiting for us. He took us to a luxurious beachfront villa, which would be our "love nest" for the next few days.I was nervous, and Andrew's mere presence made me even more uncomfortable. It was as if we were playing a dangerous game, and I didn't know the rules, but I knew I was at a disadvantage.Andrew remained reserved during the journey to the villa, and I felt like a prisoner in a golden paradise. He made it clear that there was a reason for
EmmaAt the moment that mysterious man grabbed my arm and threatened to shoot, my heart raced. Fear coursed through my veins, but I knew I couldn't panic. I was in a dangerous situation, and Andrew was just a few steps away.Before I could decide what to do, a series of events unfolded in rapid succession. Andrew, who had been observing the situation, acted with impressive speed. He rose from the table and, in one fluid motion, drew a gun hidden under his suit jacket."Release her immediately," Andrew said with a chilling calmness that sent shivers down my spine. His voice was dripping with authority, and he seemed entirely at ease in that tense scenario.The man holding me hesitated for a moment, taken aback by Andrew's reaction. In an instant, the quiet restaurant transformed into a tense scene, with customers and staff looking on in shock and fear.Andrew kept his gun pointed firmly at the man, his gaze sharp as a blade. It was clear he wouldn't hesitate to use it if the situation
Andrew DeLucaOn that morning, after waking up, something different hung in the air. I could feel Emma's presence, her eyes on me while I slept. This wasn't something I was accustomed to; women had always been fleeting in my life, never eliciting anything more than passing interest. But with Emma, something was different. She was nice, too.After getting up and getting dressed, I observed Emma. She was sitting in the living room, gazing out at the sea, looking somewhat distracted. Her eyes lifted to meet mine, and there was a moment of tense silence."Emma," I began, "last night... were you watching me while I slept?" I arched an eyebrow.She blushed slightly, clearly caught off guard by my direct question. "I... I couldn't sleep, I wasn't watching you. I was worried about what happened at the restaurant."I approached her, my eyes fixed on hers. "I saw you, Emma. And somehow, I'm very observant too."She looked away, appearing
EmmaReturning from our honeymoon, my emotions were in turmoil. Andrew and I returned to our seaside mansion, and the tension between us was palpable. I was determined to maintain an emotional distance from Andrew, refusing to sleep in the same room as him. After all, this was just a marriage of convenience, right? But Andrew was not a man accustomed to hearing "no" from anyone, and his insistence, coupled with his impatience, made me reconsider.Everything reminded me of that attempted kidnapping, that bizarre man trying to take me. I knew I was in danger, but I had no choice, it was either that or I would die either way.The room we were assigned to was fit for royalty. The walls were adorned with silk and tapestries, and the bed was enormous and luxurious. But sleeping with a man I was attracted to and, at the same time, despised was a challenge I wasn't ready to face. After all, Andrew DeLuca was a mafioso, som
Andrew DeLucaThe pain throbbed in my body as I tried to keep my mind clear. That night had been a nightmare, a bitter reminder of how my world could unravel in seconds.Flashback:It all started when I headed to the nightclub. It was something I did quite frequently, a temporary escape from the responsibilities and dangers of my world. That night, I chose the company of a woman I had been with a few times before. It wasn't anything serious, just a physical connection that helped me forget, at least temporarily, the woman who had ensnared me in her web."Lorenzo, come with me, buddy," I insisted that my consigliere join me at the club."I'm good, DeLuca," he replied, and I immediately grew suspicious.The Lorenzo I knew would never turn down a night at the club, no doubt about it. He must have been meeting some girl."You're in love, aren't you?" I grinned."No, I just don't want to go. Have fun. But what about you
EmmaI spent the whole day at the mansion, lost in thought. Ever since I saved DeLuca's life, I couldn't get him out of my head. I saved his life while he destroyed mine. The contradiction haunted me.The night arrived, and the gentle breeze of the evening entered through the open windows, carrying the scent of the garden's flowers. The mansion was quiet, except for distant footsteps and the muffled voices of the staff.The idea of being trapped in that place was suffocating. I felt like a prisoner, with no means of communication with the outside world. DeLuca didn't trust me; he thought I could escape at any moment. But I wouldn't do that. I loved my father deeply, and I knew that if I fled, the first thing Andrew would do was kill him, and me too.What irritated me the most about DeLuca was that he challenged me, and made me question everything. One moment I hated him, the next I was donating my blood to save his damn life. It
Emma Continued... I woke up next to DeLuca in that luxurious suite, the morning sun's rays beginning to flood the room. Gazing at the Empire State Building view one last time, I felt a lump form in my throat. What had happened last night? How could I have surrendered myself like that? A wave of regret immediately washed over my heart; I knew and remembered every detail of what had happened yesterday evening. I had let myself be carried away by emotion and passion. I was confused, and at the same time, I felt a strange sensation within me. It had been my first time with a man; I wasn't the kind of girl who went to bed with the first guy. The street and life had taught me to defend myself and shout at them. I didn't have a mother, and my father needed to work, so I sold whatever I could on the street, and men catcalled me; it had created a trauma in me. And now... I had surrendered not only physically but emotionally to a criminal who had bought me. I quickly gathered my clothes, t
AndrewThis girl had been playing with me. How could she give me a whole night of pleasure and then act this way in the morning, I couldn't understand. Normally, women would beg for me to stay the night with them, but the longer I stayed, the more I had already left. Why was it different with her? Emma had left me upset.After all that, she wouldn't leave my damn mind. I tried to focus on other tasks without success. Emma didn't leave the room, but things weren't the way she wanted, they were the way I wanted. She had to understand that rules were rules. I wasn't willing to be challenged like this.I was in my office, holding the pen tip skillfully, but I couldn't concentrate, my thoughts were scattered, thinking about that damn green-eyed ragazza.Suddenly, someone knocked on the door; it was my sister Isabella."What do you want, Ize?" I said seriously, rolling my eyes."Always so kind, aren't you, brother?" she said ironically. "I just came to ask if you've seen Emma; I went to the