ログインVITOOn our way to the mall, I kept reminding Ortensia that it was her who had agreed to attend Valentino’s party in the first place. She sighed, clearly irritated, her arms folding tightly across her chest.“You know I can’t go alone,” she insisted.“You could always go with my men,” I suggested calmly, glancing at her, though I knew she wouldn’t like that idea either.Her eyes widened in disbelief. “No, Vito. I am going to that party with you, and that is exactly why I’m not the only one shopping today… you will shop with me too,” she said firmly, grabbing my arm before I could protest. I didn’t respond. I just don’t like Valentino… there’s something about him, a strange vibe that unsettles me. It wasn’t something I could explain, but I felt it deeply.“Please,” she said softly, still holding my hands, her grip persistent, her eyes searching mine for any sign that I might give in.“Fine, doll. But in the future, if Valentino or anyone else invites us to a party, don’t say a word. L
Vito’s hands moved with a desperate urgency, tearing at her clothes like a man starved of sex.Ortensia’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes wide with surprise, too stunned to speak or protest. Before she could utter a word, his lips were on hers, claiming her in a kiss that stole her breath.Her hands instinctively found his shoulders, pulling him closer, feeling the strength of him against her. Yes, she didn’t want to give herself to him today. But the moment his lips touched hers, she didn’t know what happened. His lips seemed like a spell, enchanting her to give him what he craved.But in truth, she missed this too. Weeks without a good fuck. All that time when Vito was away, she touched herself, fucked herself, but it was never satisfying. It could never compare to a good cock like Vito’s.“You tested my patience. Think of this as punishment for you,” he said, grabbing her and flinging her onto the bed.“Vito?” she said, surprised by how he flung her.“Don’t think my punishme
After she landed at the airport, she adjusted her grip on the handle of her small echolas, dragging it behind her as her eyes scanned the crowded terminal. She was searching for Vito, or perhaps one of his men, though she had no idea who exactly would be picking her up. “Miss Ortensia.” A voice called out through the crowd, and Ortensia turned, offering him a bright, genuine smile.“Mr. Valentino,” she replied, recognizing him immediately as the man who had invited both her and Vito to the extravagant three-day yacht party. “My goodness, that smile of yours… you look absolutely radiant, truly beautiful,” he said, his voice warm with admiration as his eyes lingered on her face.“Thank you,” she replied softly, slightly caught off guard but clearly pleased by the compliment.I “I think you’re a very sweet person,” he continued, his tone sincere, “and I would really like to become your very good friend, if you don’t mind.”Ortensia, on the other hand, didn’t know how to react to his s
ORTENSIA Ever since that incident with Saskia in the boutique, I’ve made it a habit to stay inside the house. I no longer go out unless it’s absolutely necessary. The atmosphere outside feels unpredictable lately, as though trouble is always lurking just around the corner. Scandals seem to spread faster than ever, and no one is safe from being caught in the middle of one. Even the video of me going viral has only made things worse.These days I just stay with Vito’s men. I’ve learned to keep quiet and simply go along with whatever they do, not drawing attention to myself. Even when I don’t say much, I just blend in with their presence, matching their calm, watchful energy.Like right now, I’m in the living room with them, seated comfortably as the television plays in the background. We’re all watching the news together.But then, another segment of the news began, shifting the tone in the room as the screen changed and a new headline appeared.“Saskia Ventura has come out publicly t
He didn’t let her finish her sentence, without a word, he abruptly cut the call. There was no need to speak further… Vito was certain that the man Enzo had sent to her location had recorded every word from her side. Every confession, every excuse, and every tremor in her voice was captured.He didn’t need explanations anymore, the evidence will speak for itself, and he already had everything he needed to plan his next move with absolute control.He dialed another number, and it was answered on the very first ring.“Take care of Saskia Ventura’s business,” Vito said coldly. “Make sure it collapses into bankruptcy.”Without waiting for a response, he ended the call. He had been lenient with her before, holding back out of something he could no longer justify… but that softness was gone now. Whatever remained between them had been buried the moment she chose betrayal.She knew better than anyone that Vito wasn’t someone to be trifled with, yet she had crossed the line. Now, with Ricardo’
Vito knew he had every chance of achieving exactly what he came for. If the opportunity to become the old Don’s successor hadn’t existed, he wouldn’t have bothered showing up at all.Every step he took, every word he spoke, was calculated, and precise… because failure wasn’t an option. This was his moment, and he wasn’t about to let it slip through his fingers for anything less than total control and power.But Vito wasn’t the only one with ambitions to take over the old Don’s business. Ricardo… the man he admired, the one who had trained him, and the one who had guided him into the dangerous, unforgiving world of the Mafia… also had his sights set on the throne, making the competition personal and unpredictable.He hadn’t realized that Ricardo harbored the same ambition, and had he known, he would never have come, risking the humiliation that now loomed over him.It was clear that the old Don, childless and searching for a worthy heir, seemed to favor Vito as his successor. Every mov
ORTENSIA When we arrived at the exclusive gala event, a chauffeur in a black suit opened the door for us with a polite nod. I stepped out first, my heels clicking against the marble driveway, the evening breeze brushing my skin.Vito followed, fixing his jacket, calm as always. Julio drove the ca
Ortensia POV A month later.I’d been trying on dresses for what felt like hours, and every single one got a disapproving look from Vito. “I’ve literally gone through all the clothes in this boutique, Vito. What the hell?” I snapped, glaring at him from the fitting room mirror. He didn’t even blin
ORTENSIA After that day, I refused to talk to Vito. I just couldn’t being myself to talk to him. He wasn’t careful, and because of that, Rico got hurt. And his words... God, his words hurt me too. They cut deeper than I thought they could.He said things that still ring in my head every night. Eve
Giulia… enemy. That was what Rico had been trying to tell Ortensia. The words kept echoing in her head. She didn’t even know how her legs carried her to Giulia’s room, but when she pushed the door open, she saw her sitting there calmly, painting her nails.Giulia looked up with that smug smile she







