LOGINLORENZO'S POVThe city looked different after midnight.Cleaner, quieter, and easier to kill in.The convoy moved through Brooklyn without interruption.Nobody stopped De Luca's vehicles.Not if they valued breathing.Across from me, Damiano closed a file."Russo is still at the warehouse."I nodded once.The conversation ended there.It usually did.Nobody in the car mistook silence for uncertainty.The wedding ring felt unfamiliar against my hand.Not distracting.Just noticeable.Damiano's gaze dropped briefly to it.Then back to me."Congratulations."I looked out the window."You sound disappointed.""I'm practical."That almost made me smile.Almost."Most of the family expected a senator's daughter.""And yet they got Isabella."Damiano sighed."Yes."The convoy continued into the night.Neither of us mentioned it again.Because the decision had already been made.Only fools revisit completed business.And De Lucas did not waste time debating finished decisions.The convoy slow
The last of the guests left shortly after sunset.One by one, the vehicles disappeared beyond the gates.The music stopped, and the laughter faded. Lorenzo De Luca private estate slowly returned to its natural state. The wedding was over.I stood by the window of my room and watched the final convoy disappear into the darkness.For a moment, I thought I would feel different, since we are legally married.But nothing changed, instead I felt exactly the same.Just more trapped.A knock sounded at the door.Before I could answer, two maids entered carrying boxes.I frowned."What are those for?""Your belongings, Mrs. De Luca."The title made me wince.One of the women smiled politely."The boss instructed us to move everything to your new room."My stomach tightened."New room?"Of course. I was no longer Lorenzo's prisoner.I was his wife.Apparently that came with a change of address.The maids gathered my things with alarming efficiency.Books, clothes, and personal items.The few
I had imagined my wedding once.A long time ago.Back when I still believed I would choose my husband, when my family still existed, and the future felt like something I owned.The reality was very different.I stood in front of a mirror while strangers adjusted the final details of my dress.Nobody spoke unless necessary, they didn't ask if I was nervous, or happy.In this house, neither mattered.The ceremony was scheduled for noon.By eleven-thirty, the mansion had transformed.Security covered every entrance.Luxury vehicles lined the drive.Important guests moved through the estate.Captains, Businessmen and a few Political figures.The people are powerful enough to matter, and dangerous enough to survive.I stared at my reflection.And realized something that should have been obvious.Every single person attending belonged to Lorenzo.The guests, guards, priest, and staff.Even the wedding itself, everything belonged to him.And then there was I, alone, no father, family, or fri
I hurried back into the house before he realized I had overheard his phone conversation, once inside the house, I didn't want to hurry back to my room yet. I kept to the side corridors, climbing the stairs, the part of the house that always felt… sealed off. I made my way to the last flight of stairs and that's when I saw it.The door opens, not slightlyMy steps slowed without permission.That shouldn't have been possible. It was never open. Not in two years. Not once. Which made me curious. The closer I got, the colder the air felt. Like the house was exhaling something. Two years ago, I had seen the inside. That night he tricked me into coming here. Ever since the door has been locked. I stepped inside.Nothing had changed.That was the worst part.It wasn't damaged but rather looked maintained.Like someone still came here. Still used it. Still deciding what happened inside it.My eyes moved slowly across the space. Too slowly. Like I was punishing myself by taking in every de
"Saturday.”I read the word again, then again.Like it might change if I stared long enough, but it didn’t.LORENZO DE LUCA TO MARRY ISABELLA MORETTI THIS SATURDAY.My grip tightened on the newspaper before I even realized it.There was no going back from here, it's already sealed and the public knows. My throat went dry in a way I didn’t like.So this was what waking up meant now, being announced, without permission, without warning.A knock came softly bringing me back to reality.Then it came again.I didn’t answer fast enough and the door opened anyway.A maid stepped in.“Breakfast is ready, miss.”I almost laughed at that.Breakfast.Like anything inside me could sit still enough to eat.“I’m not hungry......” Hold on she didn't come bearing breakfast, but was inviting to eat at the dining. A pause.“The boss is already downstairs.” I blinked a couple of times, trying to wrap my head around it, I'm to dine with Lorenzo. "I must be dreaming"The dining room felt different in
The hallway outside my room was unusually busy.His men hurried past me, Nobody stopped me.Nobody questioned where I was going.Yet the entire mansion felt tense.Like something was happening beneath the surface.Something important.I followed the corridor toward the east wing.Not because I had a destination.Just because walking felt easier than thinking.The closer I got to Lorenzo's study, the more movement I noticed.The empire was awake.I was about to turn around when a voice drifted through the partially opened door."Three men died this week."I stopped.Every instinct told me to keep walking.Instead I froze.Inside, Lorenzo sat behind his desk.Across from him stood a man I recognized immediately.Damiano Ricci.The De Luca Consigliere.Domiano advised two generations of bosses.The man people claimed could start a war with a single sentence and end one with another.Everyone in New York Familia knew who he was.Damiano placed another file on Lorenzo's desk."Russo has c
TWO YEARS AGO It was 3 a.m. when they came for me.Not even a warning knock. Not even the courtesy of footsteps in the hallway that might have given me time to pretend I wasn’t afraid.The door slammed open instead.“Get up.”Alberto’s voice came first. My fathers Consgliere He wasn't loud like my
I couldn't shake it off no matter how hard I tried.My father's cold dead eyes stared at meBlood splattering across the warehouse floor.Lorenzo's voice barking orders somewhere behind me.Then the gunshot.And another.Chaos.Screaming.I remember dropping to my knees.I remember reaching for my
Every second that went by tightened around my neck like a leash. I knew I was nothing but a whore to him, but Lorenzo De Luca is a possessive bastard, he wouldn't want me gone either.I tried recalling what had transpired between us and that was when it hit me.That bastard was too calm when I spok
I paced the cracked tiles of the abandoned warehouse, clutching the burner phone so tightly in my hands that the cheap plastic creaked. The air smelled of rust and mold, a sharp contrast to the luxury I had enjoyed these past two years. It was exactly 2:00 am when I made the call, I knew he would







