Se connecterORTENSIA I heard the heavy, rhythmic thud of boots echoing down the hallway, and for a second, I felt a spark of irritation. I’d already told Rico to tell him no.Did Vito really think that exposing one lie was enough to fix the shattered pieces of my trust? He must be losing his mind if he thought I was just going to stroll into his office and pretend the last few days were a bad dream.I was exhausted, emotionally drained, and every time I closed my eyes, I still saw him standing in that garden, telling me he’d take the child if it were his.The footsteps stopped outside my door, a loud familiar knock followed."Rico, I told you, I’m not coming," I snapped, leaning my head against the cool wood of the door."Tell him I’m asleep. Tell him I’ve disappeared. Just leave me alone." I said.The handle turned. I hadn't locked it. I watched the door swing open, expecting to see Rico’s face, but instead, the doorway was filled by the hulking, shadow-draped frame of Vito.He looked wrecked.
Vito stood behind his desk, but he wasn't sitting. He was looming, as he looked at Rico… the man who had been his for years… and felt like he was looking at a stranger.“I don’t have an answer for that, Boss,” Rico said.His voice was flat, devoid of its usual subservient edge. He stood perfectly still, but there was a new kind of steel in his posture.Vito let out a dry laugh that lacked any humor. He shoved his hands into his pockets and began to pace the length of the room. “You don’t have an answer? Interesting. Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’ve found one.”Vito stopped and turned, his eyes narrowing into slits. “I knew you two were close. I let it happen because she needed someone she could talk to when things got heavy. But ever since Eleonora showed up, that closeness has turned into something else.You’re whispering in corners. You’re exchanging looks that I don’t understand. I’m the Don of this house, Rico. I shouldn't feel like a guest in my own secrets.
Eleonora was still perched on that window ledge, her fingers white-knuckled as she gripped the frame, but her bluff had just been incinerated by the look in Vito’s eyes.She had come here expecting a tabloid scandal or a hefty payout, playing a game meant for the paparazzi and the gossip columns. She hadn't realized she was playing with a man who operated in a world where reputation was protected by shallow graves and silenced witnesses.Vito didn't even look at her as he spoke to Enzo. He looked like he was ordering a drink, not a hit. "Enzo. Give her a hand."Enzo reached behind his back and drew his gun with a practiced, metallic click that echoed off the marble walls. He didn't point it yet.He held it at his side, his finger resting near the trigger guard, waiting for the slight nod from his boss that would end the model’s life before she even hit the ground outside."Wait... Vito, please," Eleonora stammered. The high-pitched, screeching defiance was gone, replaced by a thin, s
Ortensia stood by the door, her fingers digging into the wood of the frame. She had spent the last hour feeling like she was fighting a war on two fronts.. one against the woman trying to steal her life, and another against the man she wasn't sure she could ever trust again.She hadn’t truly expected Vito to back her play. Not after the garden, not after he had admitted that he would accept a child from Eleonora if it were his.She had expected him to be the shield for the expectant mother, to tell Rico to stand down and treat the model with the respect her supposed condition demanded.But Vito was done with respect. He stood like a monolith of dark intent in the center of the room, his eyes fixed on Eleonora with a terrifying, predatory stillness.“Vito...” Eleonora stammered, her voice a thin, shaky thread. The smug, cat-like grin she had worn while being fed grapes was gone, replaced by a frantic, wide-eyed twitch.“Vito, you can't be serious. You're going to let her do this? You'r
ORTENSIA Eleonora’s screams were high and shrill, the kind of sound that sets your teeth on edge. She was thrashing against the headboard, her eyes wide and wild as she stared at Rico’s scarred face."Vito didn’t approve of this!" she shrieked, her voice cracking. "He would kill you if he saw you touching me like this! You’re just a dog, Rico! Get away from me!"I didn’t even blink. I turned my head toward the cluster of servants who were still standing there, frozen with their oil bottles and grape trays."Scram," I said, my voice cutting through the air. "Now. If I see any of you in this hallway in five seconds, you’re fired. Or worse."They didn't need to be told twice. They dropped what they were holding… the sound of glass shattering on the marble echoed through the room, and scrambled out the door like their lives depended on it.In seconds, the room was empty of everyone but me, the terrified model, and Rico, who was already in front of her, his hand clamped firmly around her
ORTENSIA I met Rico in the shadow of the back staircase, far from the prying eyes of the main security hub. He looked frazzled, his usual stoic mask slipping just enough to show the frustration underneath.Without a word, he reached into his jacket and handed me a small, nondescript brown paper bag. Inside, I could feel the light, plastic rattle of the pregnancy test strips.“I don’t get it, Miss Ortensia,” Rico muttered, shaking his head. He looked exhausted, the scars on his face tight with tension.“I was ten minutes away from Dr. Kay’s lab. Then you text me to turn around? Why the retreat?” He asked.I took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Rico. I know you risked a lot to get out there. But look at it this way… we’re about to jump off a cliff without checking if there’s water at the bottom. What if there is no baby? What if Eleonora is just a world-class actress playing us all for fools?”Rico paused, his eyes narrowing as he processed the thought.“If we do this home test and it’s neg
53Two weeks later.Vito’s gunshot wound was healed now. The bandage was gone, the bruises fading, and he was back to walking around like nothing ever happened. No limping, no groaning, no resting... Just Vito being Vito. Ortensia stopped trying to argue with him about taking it easy, he never lis
Ortensia couldn’t understand what he said. He wanted her... what does he want her for? That was the question echoing in her head, round and round till her chest started to feel tight.“What do you want me for?” she asked, her voice shaky like it was holding onto air.Vito licked his lips, his dark
Those words… it made Fabio’s blood stop flowing, like his heart forgot how to beat for a second, and before anyone could blink, he snapped, pulled out his gun, and aimed it straight at Vito. The sound of metal scraping and the cold glint of steel made the entire room gasp, and just like that, panic
“Is that what you came up with?” Vito asked, chuckling like she’d just said the dumbest thing he’d heard all day.“You think I brought Isolde close to me so she won’t suspect I killed her father?” he repeated with amusement, then slowly nodded his head like he was mocking her thoughts.“You don’t k







