ログイン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







