LOGINORTENSIA 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
Hearing what Saskia said about Ortensia pushing her into the pool, fully aware of her asthma, drew loud gasps from everyone in the boutique. Shock rippled through the room, conversations dying instantly as all eyes turned to Ortensia.Some whispered among themselves, others stared in disbelief, clearly unsettled by the accusation. But Saskia wanted them to understand that she meant every single word, with no room for doubt or misinterpretation. Lifting her chin, she repeated herself, louder this time.“You wanted to kill me because of a man, so you pushed me into the pool,” she declared, making sure everyone heard her clearly.Immediately, her friends pulled out their phones, eager to record the unfolding drama. One by one, others in the boutique followed, lifting their devices to capture every moment. Within seconds, the entire scene turned into a spectacle, lenses pointed, and voice rising, everyone anticipating what would happen next.Seeing everyone raising their phones, Rico qu
A week had passed, and Vito still hadn’t returned. Not a single message, not even a short call to say he was alive. Every time she dialed his number, the phone rang endlessly before going silent. No answer, no reply, just nothing.Enzo kept insisting Vito was fine and told her to stay put, to trust him and not worry. But how could she not? For seven long days she had remained here, going nowhere, doing nothing different.The same routine repeated itself endlessly… wake up, wait, check her phone, and hope for a message that never came. With each passing day, the silence felt heavier, and the worry in her chest only grew stronger.The only thing that brought her a small sense of comfort was Rico. He had been the one keeping her company during the long days. In fact, he was the only one she really spoke to. Among all of Vito’s men, Rico was the only one who actually talked to her.So he kept her company, and at first it helped. But now she was tired of it too. Tired of the mansion, tired
"Oh my goodness, Rico." Ortensia exclaimed, throwing herself into his arms in a tight, desperate hug, clinging to him as if she might vanish without him.Her warmth pressed against him, and for a moment, the world outside the compound ceased to exist. Vito’s men froze, mouths slightly agape, exchanging shocked glances at the unexpected display. Some gasped audibly, while others shifted uneasily, unsure how to react. They all knew exactly how Vito treated Ortensia… she was the first woman he had ever truly loved, the one he protected fiercely, and the only one who received such care and devotion.Every man had witnessed Vito hold her, arms wrapped around her like she was fragile and precious. Yet now, their eyes widened in disbelief as Rico held her the same way, steady and protective. The compound fell into a tense, heavy silence, every man silently questioning what this could mean.Despite having just recovered from the harsh punishment Vito had inflicted on him, Rico’s arms still w







