MasukBetrayal was only the beginning. Aurora Vitiello thought her world ended the night she caught her husband in bed with her best friend—and lost the baby she was carrying. But her nightmare was just the prologue. Sold to the infamous Cavallaro twins, Nestore and Nevio, Aurora becomes a pawn in their dangerous game. The brothers are ruthless, possessive, and dangerously alluring, ruling their mafia empire with iron fists and darker desires. They demand her complete submission, but Aurora refuses to break. As secrets unravel and passions ignite, Aurora discovers a shocking truth: her past is tied to the brothers in ways none of them could have imagined. But with enemies closing in and trust hanging by a thread, the line between captor and captive begins to blur. In a world of lies, power, and forbidden desire, one woman will either destroy the most dangerous men alive—or become their ultimate obsession. And the stakes get even higher as old secrets begin to surface.
Lihat lebih banyak'Axel! Can you keep up?!'
He could hear her laugh as she ran through the dandelions, some flying into the air as her red bouncy hair flew with the wind, her green eyes sparkling as she did so.
Axel was running as fast as he could as his brain registered only one thing.
I can not lose her again!
Yet, she seemed to only move further away from his grasp, her angel like face drifting more into the sun, turning more blurry until she was nothing more than a dot making a frustrated Axel scream in frustration as he jerked up from the bed.
Panting hard, he took in his surrounding, realising it had only been a bad dream and turned to look at his reflection.
Beads of sweat had creased his eyebrow and his blue eyes denned to look more dark, like a storm was brewing in them that made him blink hard before they turned to their normal shade of a cool sky blue colour.
With his heavy pants now reducing to a sigh, he crawled out of his bed and walked into the bathroom, quicky splashing water on his face to get his head back together as he repeated the mantra.
Misha is dead...
She has been, for the past four years...
Stop dreaming about her!
She is probably safe.... Somewhere far away from you.... Somewhere you'd never be able to hurt her again....
Yet saying all this hurt.
Memories of what had happened that night fluttered into his head like a bad dream though he was unable to stop them, just like a moth to a flame , they stayed around his head...
His Misha, in the dressing gown he had given her, red satin, to complement her hair and her seductive face and skin, looking beautiful on the bed in the darkness though his wolf eyes had been abl to see her clear as day, red hair crested over her head like a crown as she looked so peaceful....
He had felt love fill his heart as he stared at her, so madly in love, so madly bewitched that he had not noticed the man who was spooning her from behind.
He remembered the pain that drive in his heart as he stared.
He remembered her waking up, and staring at him, no single sign or remorse in her face or eyes...
Axel grabbed unto his head and tried to lessen down the pounding before he walked out of the bathroom to his kitchen, quickly frying some chicken and going to his dining table to eat it.
The whole place was successfully quiet anyway, just the way he liked it, away from human interaction and sounds except the sounds of animals and birds around, just like how home was before he had left, and he was extremely grateful for it until he heard a car drive into his premises and parked somewhere around his house before the person walked out and knocked on the door.
All this he could tell with his sensitive hearing.
Already knowing who it was by the smell, he did not reply knowing the person would walk in if necessary and she did, her face in a confused look as she did so "You heard me, didn't you?"
Her red hair reminded him of Misha's, but in contrary to his beloved, hers was straight and not all bouncy and jelly like, and she did not have green eyes, just another colour he was not exactly sure of cause everytime he looked at her face, his brain refused to imagine those cookies as anything other than green...
And though she also did not make his heart race and do backflips the way he used to, she had the looks going for her and that was enough to get his attention
"Morning Sasha"
And how odd was it too that she bore a similar name to her?
Nevertheless, he took his now empty plate and walked to the sink, putting on the faucet and beginning to clean his dish .
He heard her walk into the kitchen and his sensitive nose picked her perfect which was extremely strong, and he hated it almost immediately "Don't use that again"
"What?"
"That perfume. Whatever it is, don't"
He knew she would not question him, and she did not, she only said "Just came to check on how you're preparing for your concert tommorow"
"As a good secretary of course" He said, curtly, like he was trying to remind her of her place in his life.
"Yes, that, and your lover"
But women were very ignorant people at times.
Axel did not reply there, he just rinsed off his plates, got a napkin and wiped it off then set it back into the plate rack before turning and facing her.
"You said we would be flying to New Jersey?" He asked "The flight, is everything ready?"
She nodded "To your exquisite taste, you know I'm good at my job"
He tried his luck again "Yes, very good at that, why try something else?"
She bit her lips "Cause i like you, and i didn't think there's anything wrong with that"
The first time Axel had seen her during his interview, looking for a new secretary as the previous one, his closest friend that was apparently gay, kept on trying to hit on him then gave up and quit, though they remained friends, he had thought she was Misha.
And when he knew she was not, he let her keep the job because she was good at it and because she always have him that extra feel of his beloved being next to him.
Yet apart from that, nothing else.
"Mi...."
"Axel!"
Axel suddenly heard himself sigh, out of relief that he was going to be saved from the situation and annoyance as he wasn't ready for whatever Kyle was coming with.
The male in question ran down the stairs of Axels house, in his breeds, his blonde hair looking so ruffles up and his lips red and swollen as he said "Where is my coffee?!"
Axel shrugged "I haven't had time to make it. Was talking to Sasha"
Kyle, ever dramatic walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, nearly shoving into Sasha and walking straight to the coffee maker, beginning to mumble incoherent words.
As Sasha stared, probably in disgust at the nude man, Axel said "He's not a morning person, and I have to help him calm down, can you leave? We would talk about this later, okay?"
Sasha could tell he was kindly asking her to leave and she rolled her eyes "Fine, we would talk on the phone then" And was off.
Axel sighed now, in frustration and turned to a still mumbling Kyle who was still staring at the coffee maker "Go back to bed"
As if that was Kyle needed to hear, he suddenly brightened up and turned to Axel, placing a wet kiss on the males face and running to the sitting room, possibly going back to sleep, waiting for his coffee.
Axel smiled, useless being.
Nestore's POV The car pulled to a stop in front of Sorrentino's estate, while I blared the horn angrily to be let in. "You cannot go inside without an appointment or with the approval of Mr. Sorrentino," The gateman explained apologetically. "Call Sorrentino and tell him that if I do not get to see him tonight, Sorrentino's empire will be in ruins by tomorrow morning," I growled, gripping the steering wheel of the car. "S—sir, I cannot do that...""Now!" I barked, the gateman's body shuddering as he rushed to pick up the phone. "Mr. Sorrentino, there's Mr. Cavarallo here, and he's insisting that if he doesn't see you tonight, he's going to ruin the...""I said I'd burn down your empire to ruin by tomorrow, Sorrentino if you do not let me in," I said as I grabbed the phone from the gateman. "You and I both know that it is a bluff, Cavarallo; you don't have that kind of strength on me," He replied with a taunt. "He's going to let you in, and once he does, Cavarallo, I want you t
Nestore's POV The words struck like a bullet to my chest. I froze."No, I—""You are," she insisted, voice rising just a pitch "And that’s what’s eating you alive. Not that she escaped, not that the staff failed, It’s that you can’t handle the fact that the one woman you wanted to own… left you.""Shut up," I growled, stepping closer, face inches from hers.She looked up at me, brave or stupid—I couldn’t decide."You called me her name, Nestore," she said, voice breaking. "You didn’t even realize it until I looked like I was about to cry. That’s how far gone you are.""She’s not—""She’s not what?" she pressed. "Not worth it? Not important? Then why do you look like a goddamn ghost since she disappeared?"I turned away again, swallowing hard."I don’t love her," I said, my voice low, almost pleading with myself more than with her."I hate her. I want to destroy her for what she’s made me feel."Ayla took a step back, and I could feel her disappointment wrapping around my chest like b
Nestore's POV "WHERE THE FUCK IS AURORA?!" I barked, loud enough to send shivers down their spines."W—we, we don’t know, Mr. Cavarallo. We just came to the ward to check on her wounds and... except for the bloodstains on the bed, there was nothing else," the doctor replied, trembling. His entire body shook with terror as I stepped closer, my jaw clenched tight."And you expect me to believe that not a single camera in this fucking hospital caught her walking or running out?" I growled, closing the space between us."Have you ever seen a live murder, doctor?" I asked, my fingers brushing his throat before gripping it firmly."I have more blood on my hands than you ever will, and trust me—it takes nothing, I repeat, nothing, for me to snuff out your life in this very moment. And every person who served her—""P—please, Mr. Cavarallo," he choked, clawing at my fingers. "We’ll do everything we can to find out where she is—we’ll bring her back!""And you think I have the time or patience
Aurora's POV "Be gentle, nothing, I repeat, nothing must happen to her..." A distant, blurry voice echoed in my head, as I tried to open my eyes to no avail."She's dying, Mr Sorrentino. She's lost too much blood, and there's no chance of her surviving," Another voice added urgently.Dying?Were they talking about me?I tried to move—my fingers, my toes—anything. But it felt like I was trapped in a shell that no longer obeyed me. The pain was far away, dulled now, replaced by a cold numbness that frightened me more than the agony ever had."I'm not letting her die," the first voice—Mr. Sorrentino—snapped, full of authority and something else... desperation?A warm hand cupped the side of my face."Aurora... it's me. You're safe now, okay? You're going to be okay."Safe?That word no longer meant anything; maybe, just maybe, this was my escape from this torturous life."Do whatever it takes to save her; if she dies, your entire family dies alongside her," he growled; his voice was fi
Aurora's POV "Mr. Cavarallo," A voice called from outside the ward, and I felt my body stiffen in an instant; chaos... that was the only word I could give the way my insides churned violently.I felt my breath hitch, my throat clawed, and slowly it felt as though all the air in the room had been sucked away.The door was pushed open by the doctor, followed by Nestore and then Nevio."How's she, isn't it high time that she's discharged?" Nestore asked, folding his arms in front of his chest like he was taking a survey as some sort of dirty object."She can be, but there's a limit to what and what she cannot do," The doctor explained, as Nevio walked closer, darting his glares at my face."Arrange for her to be discharged; she's spent enough time in the hospital to not be well; if she can manage to fool you, she can't do the same for me," he gruffed."She's not fully physically healed to be discharged, Mr Cavallaro..." The doctor tried to say again but was cut short by another one of N
Nevio's POV The drive to the old man's house was a quiet one; no one, not even Nestore, said a word, and the driver's face was stuck on the wheel as though looking back would get him killed."Time to meet our dearest father," Nestore said as the car pulled up to the estate's driveway."Mr. Nestore, Mr. Nevio," Our father's right-hand man called as we stepped out of the car."What the fuck was so urgent that I had to leave what I was doing to come here," I growled, my jaw tightening as I took the stairs inside the house.The halls smelled the same—old wood, expensive cologne, and god-damned memories that played with every step I took forward.I hated this place, hated every single thing about it.The old man was in the sitting room; beside him was a man who looked like he had aged past his expiry date, and at his side was a lady, nothing past 24 years of age if I guessed right.“You’re late,” he said coolly.“You’re lucky I showed up at all,” I snapped.He raised a brow but didn’t bit






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