My relationship with Vincenzo, though, started badly, but it was never that bad if I were to recall it. He never raised a hand on me, and never deprived me of anything. He also spoiled me with everything that I wanted. Whilst our relationship wasn't any more ordinary than normal couples, upon thinking about it, he was such a husband material.He may be cold, but he never demanded of me anything that he knew I wouldn't want, and even if he did, he always asked my opinion first.So, why? Why did I hate him that much? Perhaps, it could be the fact that he never really tells me about his past. Ella, his family, his background—these were all topics that he had kept hidden from me, I mean, he didn't have to, but the more I thought about it, the more I felt a sense of betrayal gnawing at my heart.As I reflected on our relationship, I couldn't ignore the hurt I felt knowing that Vincenzo had chosen to keep significant parts of his life hidden from me. While our marriage may not have begun wi
My eyes widened as my heart pounded with fear, the cold metal against my head sending shivers down my spine. Every muscle in my body tensed with shock as I struggled to process the gravity of the situation."Come with me," the man's voice cut through the silence, his tone leaving no room for argument.Tears welled up in my eyes as a sense of helplessness washed over me. My mind raced with questions and scenarios, but fear paralyzed me, rendering me incapable of coherent thought or action.As the stranger's command hung in the air, a flurry of questions raced through my mind. Where was Vincenzo? Was he safe? Why was this stranger targeting me?Panic threatened to overwhelm me as I struggled to make sense of the situation. Was Vincenzo in danger too? Had something happened to him on the balcony? Or was this some kind of orchestrated attack?“Faster!” the man said through gritted teeth. The urgency in the stranger's voice snapped me back to the present as he pressed the tip of the gun ag
"Please, be careful," Vincenzo uttered seriously, his brows furrowing with concern as he watched me run towards his direction.We were already back in the mansion after the incident in Maldives. Luna and I were running in the living room, her playful barks and bites of my dress filling the air with joy. Each time she nipped at the fabric, I couldn't help but giggle, the sound echoing through the room.As I approached Vincenzo, I slowed down to catch my breath, my heart still racing from the exhilaration of the chase. "I will, Enzo," I promised, giving him a reassuring smile. "But Luna and I are just having some fun."Vincenzo's expression softened momentarily, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes as he observed Luna and me play. "Just be careful," he repeated, his tone serious but tinged with a hint of concern. "I don't want anything to happen to you."I couldn't help but roll my eyes playfully at his words. "You're too anxious. Loosen up!" I teased, a mischievous grin tugging at
Since the incident, Vincenzo has become even more protective, intensifying the security measures around the mansion. His schedule has grown busier as he deals with the aftermath, overseeing investigations and ensuring our safety.At times, it feels as though his attention is divided, torn between his responsibilities and his desire to keep me safe. Yet, even amidst his hectic schedule, he always finds moments to check in on me, his presence a source of comfort in the midst of uncertainty.Despite the added stress and workload, Vincenzo remains steadfast in his commitment to our well-being. And while his increased busyness can be overwhelming, I find reassurance in knowing that he is doing everything in his power to protect us.I didn't expect Katana to visit here. The first and last time we saw each other was at the annual gathering in the Romanov estate, and yes, in the wedding as well. But it was just a brief meeting. As usual, she looked stunning. Her emotionless blue eyes, remini
“What does she mean by that?” I asked Vincenzo as we made our way to our room, his expression etched with a deep frown.“A first-born child, specifically a male, is expected to be introduced and raised by the elders of the Romanov family,” he explained, his voice tinged with contempt.“Raised by the elders?” I questioned, feeling a sense of unease creeping over me.“Yes, raised and trained,” Vincenzo affirmed with a grim nod. “Trained to defend the family, trained to uphold the power of the Romanovs.”"In other words, trained to be a cold-blooded killer," Vincenzo added, his voice grave.My heart skipped a beat at his words, a chill running down my spine. The gravity of his statement weighed heavily on me, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread at the thought of bringing a child into such a ruthless world."But... but that's..." I trailed off, unable to find the right words to articulate my horror.Vincenzo's jaw clenched as he glanced at me, his eyes dark with resignation. "Th
"Congratulations, ma'am," Arcel exclaimed, her smile radiant as she brushed my hair behind me while I sat facing the vanity mirror."Thank you," I replied, unable to contain my happiness."I've been wondering for weeks if you were pregnant," she confessed. "Turns out, my intuition was right.""Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, curious."I didn't want to make any assumptions that might upset you," Arcel explained sincerely.I chuckled softly, feeling a sense of innocence in my lack of experience with pregnancy. Despite my education, I had never been in a position to discern the signs of pregnancy in others. I had never engaged with expecting mothers or heard their stories about the journey of carrying a child. The absence of conversations with my biological mother about her experience of carrying me for nine months added to my unfamiliarity with pregnancy."So, am I that obvious?" I queried, my tone laced with curiosity.Arcel shook her head gently, her eyes warm with understanding. "N
As we pulled up to my adoptive parents' place, I felt a knot twist in my stomach. The big mansion stood there, casting a shadow over the grounds. Memories from my childhood came rushing back, and I couldn't shake the feeling of unease.As the car stopped, I hesitated before stepping out onto the driveway. My mother got out, and I followed her lead up the stairs and through the doors. The familiar smell hit me, triggering memories of my past."Welcome back home, Miss,” my maid, who's already in her 60s said with a warm smile on her face.I nodded in response, a mix of nostalgia and discomfort swirling inside me. Despite everything, this place still had a strange sense of familiarity.“Lead her to her room,” my mom instructed, her voice cutting through the awkward silence.I followed my mom's instructions and allowed myself to be led to my old room. As I stepped inside, memories flooded back, both good and bad. The room looked exactly as I remembered it, with its faded wallpaper and old
As we entered the conference hall, the ambient chatter dwindled to hushed whispers as all eyes turned towards us. My parents led the way, their confident strides echoing in the vast space, while I followed closely behind, feeling a mix of anticipation and apprehension."Ladies and gentlemen," my father's voice boomed through the hall, commanding attention. "Allow me to introduce you to my daughter, Annizah Romanov."The room erupted into whispers and murmurs as the name registered with the audience. I felt a wave of unease wash over me as I realized the implications of being associated with the powerful Romanov family. People's expressions ranged from awe to fear, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of discomfort at the attention.As the conference progressed, I quickly realized that my newfound status as the wife of Vincenzo Romanov was being exploited by those around me. Men approached me with false smiles and flattering words, their eyes glinting with greed as they sought to gain