Mag-log inFIVE YEARS LATER“Kill him.” Those words still echoed in Rose’s ears, louder some days than others. She did not realize how long she had been sitting on the bench by the lake path until a voice pulled her back to the present.“Miss Keller Niel.”She wiped her tears quickly, stood, and went to the counter. A short exchange later she hung up, shoved the money into her back pocket, and left with a thin smile. House rent was covered for another year.Five years had passed since that night on the ship. Five years since she found out she was pregnant. Not a day went by without her thinking of him and every memory left the same unhealed pain behind her ribs.“Vvvvvvvvvvv…..” Her own voice still lived in her head. She could still see herself screaming as the bullets found him, as he fought toward the edge and jumped into black water. She could still feel Victor’s men holding her back while she fought and cried until her throat burned.“No. No. No.”“Why, Victor?” Isabel’s arms had been the on
The moment Vincenzo stepped onto the boat he knew Victor had planned every detail. The air carried that deep avocado scent he had always hated, thick enough to sit at the back of his throat.“Victor.” Victor faced him under the deck lights and laughed under his breath, like the whole night had been built for this exact meeting.“Here you are. Killing yourself for a piece of shit.”Vincenzo had been trained to stay cold in situations like this, his shoulders were steady and his face unreadable. He showed no fear and no weakness and that alone made Victor shift on his feet.“Where is she?”“It is time, Rose Keller Niel.”Rose wiped her palms against her dress and stepped forward from the shadows between Victor’s men. Her pulse was loud in her ears.“What sick game are you playing, Victor?” Her voice came out harsher than she expected. She turned to leave and was caught hard by the arm.“Open your eyes. It is his clan that made you this way. Have you forgotten what they did to you? To yo
“It’s time!”Rose knew that voice too well. She washed her face with cold water, pressed a hand against her heart, and turned to face him under the harsh bathroom light.The plan had been simple on paper. Lead Vincenzo into a trap, have him captured. But she already knew Victor had other plans buried under that one, darker and less clean. He closed the space between them and forced her face up toward his as his fingers dug into her jaw. She tried to pull away and failed.“Do not touch me.”Victor only pushed closer, using his body to pin her against the cold edge of the sink until the marble bit into her back. After more struggling he finally stepped back and gave her air. Rose gasped, fingers pressed to her stomach, then looked at the mirror. Victor’s reflection stood clear behind her, calm as if none of this cost him anything.“Have you thought of a plan to lead him to us?” she asked, voice shaking but firm. She still had not told Vincenzo a word since she agreed to this new version
“I love you, Vincenzo.” She whispered it after the kiss. He smiled in a way that reached his eyes.“I’ll wait for you inside.”He left her there to gather herself. The second he was gone the weight in her chest dropped hard against her palm, she kept murmuring the same words under her breath while the night air moved around her.It’s going to be okay.“Mrs. Lombardi. If I may say.” The last person she wanted to see stepped into view under the ship lights. No matter how carefully she tried to avoid him tonight, he would always find her.“Did you tell him?” Rose shut her eyes tight so the tears would not fall and ruin what was left of the night.“Victor, please stop.” That was all she gave him before she walked onto the ship.The Masked Gathering was magnificent, crystal chandeliers threw soft light across elegantly dressed guests, and expensive jewelries caught every sparkle. Masks covered every face, even the bartenders moving between trays of dark liquor. Along one side of the podium
The moment Vincenzo’s eyes found Rose, the rest of the room faded. Lights, voices, movement at the edges of his vision all slipped back. He could not wait to introduce her to his people, his family, his clan. The ring on her finger still rang in his mind like a clear bell. He had proposed under soft light and open sky, he did not care that it was early. They had time to know each other better, time to marry, time to build a life. He still remembered the way tears had slipped down her face when she said yes, how her hands had shaken when he slid the ring into place.Who would have thought the surprise included Isabel flying into Beijing? He wanted Rose to know she was not alone in any of this. He was there, they were all there and they were becoming her family whether she was ready to believe it or not.But guilt was already eating her from the inside. She had accepted whatever fate had prepared for her, and the weight of it sat quiet behind her smile.“My lady.”“Do me the honors.”S
The Mafia gathering held deeper meaning than ordinary people could understand. It was a symbol of peace and togetherness between clans that spent most of the year watching each other with knives behind their backs. Vincenzo picked up the carefully designed Eagle cufflinks and fastened them into place with steady fingers. He was the strongest, the most visible, and the wealthiest among them. The Eagles led, and this year’s gathering was dedicated to his family.The woman he loved most in the world was going to stand with him tonight. He could still remember her reaction on the night he first mentioned a surprise, the way her eyes had lit up and how impatiently he had waited since then.From the first day they arrived in Beijing he had spoken with Stefano and Tang Hao about the private date he wanted. Tang Hao had chosen the perfect spot after listening carefully. A private courtyard owned by his family since the 1880s, quiet and separate from the noise of the city, with stone paths and







