LOGINBy the fifth day Elena had stopped thinking about it. The hospital room, the warmth she thought she had held, the sound she thought she had heard, all of it had quietly stopped feeling like a memory and started feeling like something her exhausted brain had put together out of nothing. She had been running on no sleep and too much fear and her mind had filled in the gaps the way minds do when you push them too hard. That was what she told herself and it worked well enough that she stopped checking.Sofia was a different matter entirely.Sofia showed up at her door every morning without knocking. She would just stand there in the hallway with her rabbit under her arm, waiting, her curls going in six different directions, staring at Elena with those big serious eyes like she had every right to be there and was simply waiting for Elena to catch up."I already read you this one," Elena said on the third morning."I know," Sofia said.She said it like that settled it. Elena moved over, Sof
The word landed like a slap"Go to your room"Rodrigo did not shout it. He did not need to. He said it the way a man says something he is only going to say once, his eyes locked on Elena, unblinking, unwavering. That steel gray stare said everything his mouth was not sayingEvery part of Elena wanted to argue. She wanted to plant her feet on that terrace and demand answers because she was the one standing in a stolen dress between a man she barely knew and a woman radiating enough fury to set the whole villa on fire. She had rights. She had questionsBut then Rodrigo looked at her. Really looked at herThere was something in that look she could not name. Not anger, not a warning but something that said this situation was bigger and more dangerous than anything she was equipped to handle right now. Her mouth closed, her feet moved, she hated herself for itElena walked back through the glass doors without a word and climbed the stairs with her hands pressed flat against her thighs to s
Elena couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. The words echoed in her head, impossible."You're lying.""I'm not." He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a photograph. "This was taken three weeks ago."He handed it to her.Elena's hands shook as she looked at the image. A woman, maybe fifty, with dark hair. She was standing in front of a small café, smiling at something off-camera. Laugh lines around her eyes. A softness to her expression that Elena remembered from childhood.It was her mother.Older. Different. But unmistakably her."Oh my God," Elena whispered."She's alive. She's safe. And she's waiting.""Waiting for what?""For you." Rodrigo's thumb brushed away a tear Elena hadn't realized had fallen. "I can take you to her. Tomorrow. Today. Whenever you want. She's two hours from here."Elena's chest felt like it was cracking open. Her mother. Alive. Close. After years of searching, of wondering, of endless dead ends and broken hope."Why didn't you lead with this?" Her voi
Exactly two hours later, there was a soft knock at the bedroom door.Elena had spent the time alternating between rage-pacing and sitting frozen, trying to process everything she'd learned. The door opened before she could respond.Maria, the same woman from earlier, entered carrying a garment bag and a shoe box. She smiled nervously, speaking rapid Italian that Elena couldn't follow."I don't understand," Elena said.Maria set the items on the bed and gestured for Elena to come closer. When Elena didn't move, the older woman's expression softened. She said something gentle, almost motherly, and pointed to the bathroom.Elena sighed. Fighting with Maria wouldn't accomplish anything. The woman was just following orders.She took the garment bag into the bathroom and unzipped it.Her breath stopped.The dress was stunning. Deep emerald green silk that shimmered in the light, floor-length with a neckline that would show just enough without being scandalous. Delicate straps. A fitted bodi
The silence in the room was suffocating.Elena paced the length of the bedroom for what felt like the hundredth time, her bare feet silent against the marble floor. Three hours. She'd been alone for three hours since Rodrigo left, and the walls were closing in. The Tuscan sun had climbed higher, pouring golden light through the windows, but it did nothing to warm the ice in her veins.She stopped at the window, pressing her forehead against the glass. The countryside stretched endlessly, beautiful and impossible. Somewhere out there, beyond those hills, was freedom.Her chest tightened at the thought of him. Was he alive? Hurt? Looking for her?Did he even care?Elena shook her head, pushing away from the window. She couldn't think about Dante right now. Couldn't let herself fall apart wondering if he'd survived the ambush. She needed to focus. Needed to find a way out of this gilded prison before Rodrigo came back with more of his twisted logic and those eyes that makes her breathles
The words crashed over her like ice water. Elena's eyes snapped open. Reality slammed back into focus. Fiancé. Promised. Belonged.She shoved against his chest, hard. This time he let her go. She scrambled off his lap, ignoring the way the room swayed, ignoring the pounding in her head. She put the bed between them, putting distance, needing space to think."Are you insane?" The words came out sharp. "You drugged me. Kidnapped me off the street. Brought me to god knows where. And now you're telling me we're engaged?"Rodrigo stood slowly, smoothing his suit jacket like they were having a perfectly normal conversation. "Technically, I had my men kidnap you. I was supervising from a distance.""Oh, well that makes it so much better!" Elena's voice rose. "You've got to be kidding me with this. This is medieval. Barbaric. Illegal in every possible way.""Is it?" He moved around the bed, stalking toward her with that same predatory grace. "Your father signed contracts. Made agreements. In
The boy she'd loved. The friend she'd lost. Her first heartbreak break when her father spirited her away without explanation or goodbye.Now a man, harder, colder, dangerous in ways the teenage Dante had only hinted at becoming."Mr. Valenti," Castellano said, surprise evident in his voice. "We wer
Victoria froze, then quickly composed herself. "Clean her up," she ordered the other women. "And remember, she fell. If any of you say otherwise..." The threat remained unfinished but understood.The women released Elena, who staggered slightly. Victoria smoothed her dress, replacing her ring."Thi
Pain throbbed behind Elena's eyes before she even opened them. Her head felt stuffed with cotton, her mouth dry as sand. She tried to swallow and her throat protested. What the hell happened?She blinked. Once. Twice. The ceiling above her was cream-colored, ornate molding curling along the edges l
The knock came just after sunset. Elena looked up from the edge of her bed, fingers frozen on the bandages wrapped around her wrist. The lock clicked before she could answer.Adrian stepped inside. His face, she studied it, searching for a clue, but came up empty. Still, her stomach dropped."Mr. M







