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THE PUNISHMENT

Author: Adeyiga Adejoke
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-04 19:52:49

I didn't touch the food Luca had left, didn't change out of my wet clothes.

Instead, I sat by the barred window watching the rain blur the world outside into indistinct shapes and shadows.

Hours passed, or perhaps only minutes. Time had lost all meaning in this gilded prison.

The wet fabric clung to my skin, making me shiver uncontrollably, but I welcomed the discomfort; it was something real, something tangible to focus on besides the suffocating reality of my situation.

When the door opened again, I didn't turn around.

"You're still in those wet clothes," Luca observed, his voice tight with barely restrained emotion. "Are you trying to make yourself ill out of spite?"

"Maybe I am," I replied flatly, staring at the rain-soaked gardens below.

"What does it matter to you?"

I heard him move across the room, his footsteps deliberate and controlled then his jacket was draped around my shoulders, warm and smelling of his cologne.

"It matters," he said quietly, crouching
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  • STOLEN BY THE DON   COMPLICATED

    "So she has no idea," Matteo said slowly. "She doesn't know she's adopted, doesn't know about Sienna, believes she's always been Serena Marchesi, daughter of Stephano and Ginevra.""Exactly," Elena confirmed. "And Sienna, for her part, has no idea she has a twin; she was too young when separated to remember, and the foster system never told her—they probably didn't even track it properly given how disorganized things were back then."Matteo sat back, processing this revelation; two identical girls, separated at birth, living completely parallel lives without any knowledge of each other's existence—one in wealth, one in poverty, both shaped by circumstances neither had chosen."There's something else," Elena said, her expression growing even more serious. "Something you need to know about what happened to Serena's adoptive parents.""What?""Stephano Marchesi died six months ago," Elena said quietly. "Sudden heart attack; Ginevra was devastated, but here's the interesting part—after hi

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   THE INVESTIGATION

    Matteo sat in his private office three blocks from the estate, surrounded by files and photographs spread across his desk like pieces of a puzzle that refused to fit together properly. He'd been digging for weeks now, following threads that seemed to lead nowhere, chasing ghosts through records that had been deliberately obscured.The more he uncovered about Sienna DeLuca, the more questions emerged and the more concerned he became about what Luca was walking into.His phone buzzed; he glanced at the screen, seeing a message from one of his contacts in social services.Found something. You're not going to like it.Matteo's jaw tightened, he'd learned long ago that when his contacts said he wouldn't like something, it usually meant the situation was far worse than anticipated.Twenty minutes later, Elena Russo walked into his office, a worn folder tucked under her arm. She'd worked in Naples' child welfare system for thirty years, had seen every kind of tragedy the city could produce.

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   TRANSCENDED POSSESSION

    "Then we're all living on borrowed time," I said, now standing directly in front of him. "But imprisoning people doesn't change that; it just makes the time we have feel like a sentence instead of a gift." He stared at me, something vulnerable and desperate in his expression. "I don't know how to do this differently; I don't know how to care without consuming, how to want without taking - it's all I've ever known." "Then learn," I said simply. "Figure out how to want my happiness instead of just my presence; how to love without possession." "Love," he repeated the word like it was foreign, dangerous. "Is that what this is? This obsession that keeps me awake, that makes me willing to destroy everything just to keep you close?" "I don't know what this is," I admitted honestly. "But whatever it is, it's consuming both of us and we either find a way to transform it into something less toxic, or it will destroy us completely." He reached up slowly, giving me time to pull away, an

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   UNWANTED COMFORT

    Three nights had passed since Luca gave me freedom within the estate.Three nights of sleeping alone in his massive bed while he disappeared to other parts of the house, maintaining the careful distance he'd imposed after the kiss.I should have been grateful for the space, for the respite from his overwhelming presence; instead, I found myself lying awake, listening for footsteps that never came, wondering where he was and hating myself for caring.The art studio had become my refuge during the day; I painted obsessively, creating canvases filled with darkness and light, violence and beauty, trying to exorcise the complicated emotions churning inside me. Tonight, exhaustion finally claimed me around midnight; I fell into deep sleep, the kind that comes after days of emotional turmoil, heavy and dreamless.Until a sound woke me.At first, I thought I'd imagined it - a distant cry, muffled and distorted but then it came again, louder this time, unmistakably real.Someone was screaming

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   WHO SAVED ME?

    She shrugged, as if saving strangers was something she did every day. "Because it's wrong to kill people, and someone had to do something. Besides, you looked really scared, and nobody should have to be that scared." Something in her simple logic, her uncomplicated sense of right and wrong, made Luca's chest tighten."What's your name?" he asked."Serena," she said, offering a shy smile. "Serena DeLuca; what's yours?""Luca," he said, leaving off his last name initially; even at twelve, he knew the Romano name carried weight and danger, "Luca Romano."Her eyes widened slightly. Even street children knew that name, knew what it meant. "You're the Don's only son," she whispered. "The one everyone talks about.""Does that change things?" he asked, suddenly wary. "Make you regret helping me?""No," she said firmly. "You're still just a boy who needed help, it doesn't matter who your father is."They sat in comfortable silence, waiting for the rain to ease; Luca touched the cut above h

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   SIENNA IS NOT SERENA

    She shrugged, as if saving strangers was something she did every day. "Because it's wrong to kill people, and someone had to do something; besides, you looked really scared, and nobody should have to be that scared." Something in her simple logic, her uncomplicated sense of right and wrong, made Luca's chest tighten; he lived in a world where violence was currency, where mercy was weakness—yet here was this small girl who'd risked everything for a stranger because it was the right thing to do. "What's your name?" he asked. "Serena," she said, offering a shy smile. "Serena DeLuca; what's yours?" "Luca," he said, leaving off his last name; even at twelve, he knew the Romano name carried weight and danger. "Luca Romano." Her eyes widened slightly—even street children knew that name, knew what it meant. "You're the Don's son," she whispered. "The one everyone talks about." "Does that change things?" he asked, suddenly wary. "Make you regret helping me?" "No," she said firm

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