Matteo's Pov There's been a lot of changes. Changes that I do not desire. My wife. . .she's something; something that'd ruin me if I'm not careful enough. I've done everything humanly possible to keep my distance from her, still there's no running away from her. She's my shadow and I can no longer deny the fact. But like I said, I'm not a fool. And eyes don't lie. I know and I see it in Mirabella's eyes that she's tired. Tired of keeping up her act, tired of the lies and everything in between. She wants to open up to me but she seems scared of what my reaction might be. Nonetheless, I wanted her to come to me. I want her to come to me. I must be a fool, expecting that she'd come clean to me. But no, my wife decides that the only way out of her devious ways is to seduce me. Like I said, Marcelo and everything related to him are one in the same. Fucking lying, deceitful piece of shits. Instead of telling the truth, she decides to let me touch her in very unholy ways. And for wha
Matteo's Pov That feeling of dread. The knowing that things are about to change drastically and there's no way out of it except embracing that change even if it would cost your life. That's what I feel as I board the yacht with the boys. The crew members welcome us on board and lead us straight to the cabin where we'd meet with the Colombians to talk business. The smoke from their burning cigarette sticks fills the room as we walk in, naked girls walking around and taking whatever disgusting treatment those fuckers dish them. Strippers sliding up and down the strip poles and a good number of the men and women drugging themselves up to a point of unconsciousness. What the fuck. I clench my jaw and manage to remain as polite as I can be as I greet their Capo. "I hope this isn't the reason I was invited out for this meeting; getting drugged up and cruising around the Mediterranean." Irresponsible fuckers. If I wasn't so taken by my wife's body, I'd be more than happy to have some
Mirabella's PovTwenty four hours.Forty eight hours.Seventy two hours.I should be named as an accurate time keeper by now.Fuck!I heave out a sigh of distress as I pace back and forth in my room.Nerve racking.That is the only description I have for how the last few days has been. Seventy two hours since Matteo walked out the front door and he's not walked back in.There's no explanation to how I'm feeling but I'm feeling it. Every form of discomfort and worry, like a lump caught up in my throat, like my heart is unable to beat at its normal rhythm. Like a strong conviction that something has gone terribly wrong.Thinking about it, what business meeting takes this long to conclude?Itโs stupid. Iโm stupid. But somehow, Iโm worried sick for my husband and Iโve cursed myself out more times than I can count for it but my worries are not just going away.My feet slap against the floor as I make my way out to my balcony. I pull the double door wide open and take a long calming breath
Mirabella's PovThe last few minutes was me getting ready to commence surgery. I scrubbed, put on my gloves, sterilized the surgical tools Iโll be needing, checked Matteoโs blood pressure and Airway to be certain that Iโm on the green side.Pretty decent, and itโs time to go big or go home.I clean Matteo up and disinfect the areas around his wound. โHey,โ I lean down and speak in a hushed tone and he grunts in response. โYouโve held your ground so far but I need you to do this with me. In no time, weโll get that little shit out of you, okay? Just breathe and stay awake; you stay in control of the pace at which you breathe, hmm? You can do that, can you not?โ I ask and he slightly nods his head and muffles a โyesโ.Good.โI need O Negative blood available; we need to commence blood transfusion. Heโs obviously lost a lot,โ I say to no one in particular but Pablo speedily leaves the room to go grab as many blood bags as he can.โMatteo, make sure to stay awake, talk to me if you have to
Mirabella's PovThirty six hours; thatโs how long it has been since I performed a successful surgery on Matteo. Successful because he woke up a few hours later and was responsive to touch and everything in between. However, he went back to sleep after that and hasnโt woken up until now.It doesnโt bother me. Heโs as stable as can be and his blood work came back clean.Iโve been by his side the last twenty four hours, unable to shut my eyes or take my hands off him. I know heโs stable but thereโs an intense feeling to hold on to him just to be sure.โMatteo?โ I call out his name in a questioning manner when he let out a groan in his sleep. He whimpers as a tear rolls down the side of his face. I clean it off with my thumb. Matteoโs grip on my hand tightens and I wince as I get off my seat, leaning down so that my face is inches away from his.โAre you okay?โ I pat his hair and his body somewhat convulses as he mumbles a few words under his breath.โNo, no, no. What did I do? Bianca!โ H
Mirabella's Pov I jerk awake with a wince. Slowly but steadily, my eyes begin adjusting to the environment and I find myself completely naked, hands bound to the headboard of a bed. I pull on the cuffs but It's tightly secured against the headboard. I pull harder and harder until the cuffs scrape my skin, causing me to cry out in pain. "You're pathetic," a voice mocks from the shadows and I halt my movement, waiting for someone to appear. A minute turns into two then into three but there's still no movement; anticipation almost causes my blood pressure to reach its all time high. โSo fucking pathetic.โ The light in the room is turned on revealing my father and sister; naked. Jesus. "Annabella, what are you doing?" My heart begins pounding so hard that I hear its rhythm. I choke at the sight before me. Why am I naked? In the same room where my sister and father are naked? My mind turns into a madhouse. "Oh my. . .did you?" I look down at my bare body and back to my father and si
Mirabella's PovAnnabella gets up from the side of the bed and massages her temple. "What is it about you, huh? Tell me, Mirabella! How do you get them to choose you? How do you get all the good people by your corner? How are you still alive? After everything you've been through, how are you still standing!" My sister begins fidgeting with her fingers which are obviously trembling.But not in fear, in anger.My tears are spewing uncontrollably in realization that my sister is envious of me. This same me that has always envied her growing up, the irony of life."I'm sorry, Anna, I'll make it right, sorella, I promise. I'll get us out and far away from here if you could just help me escape. Please Annabella, just do this with me."A hearty laughter wracks through her and she throws herself on the cushion. "You're such a fool, Mirabella," she trails off into her dark demeanor. "Do you really think you're in father's custody? Iโll make one thing clear, sister, you're my hostage and you're
Mirabella's PovTwo weeks.I claw at my face, smash my head into the hard surface of the wall, and punch my fist into the same wall over and over again. A new kind of sorrow engulfs me and the urgent need to mourn my mother all over again surfaces.In all the two weeks Iโve been locked up in this room and tortured mentally, I punished myself day after day and night after night, because I couldnโt do anything else to help myself. I mourned myself like a dead person while Iโm still very much alive; And my sister and father watched me in amusement as I broke myself inch after inch.Today is another dreadful day, a day to be faced by another well thought out mental and emotional torture.Iโm sitting on the cold floor, with my knees bent upward and my head in between my thighs. My arms wrap around my legs to help hold them together as I cry myself to shit. The injury inflicted on me by Annabella might have stopped stinging so much, but my heart is still broken into unrecoverable pieces.Th
Alejandroโs PovThis anxietyโIโve never felt anything like it before. My nerves are all over the place, my skin trembling. I kiss Mariana again for the millionth time in a handful of hours.She smiles at me. The smile is distant, almost like it doesnโt reach her eyes. I smile back and pull her closer, holding her as tight as I can, fearful that this might be the last chance I get at holding her this close to me.And no, this has nothing to do with her winning the fight or dying in that cage because as long as I breathe, Mariana will walk out of that cage alive and well.But Iโm afraid of the responsibilities that come with the position sheโll occupy. Iโm afraid that she might forget our love and become intoxicated with power.All of this might just happen in a few hours.โThe way youโre holding me, Alejandro, one might think Iโm about to die from a terminal disease.โShe says.Is she trying to make a joke? Does this seem like a joke to her?I open my mouth to speak but a knock on the
Marianaโs PovโI will fight in her place. . .โThe world around me goes completely silent the moment Alejandro blurts those words. When I planned to use him as my human shield in chaotic times like this, I didnโt expect to fall for him so ridiculously hard that Iโm unable to imagine him getting hurt for my sake.Love is a strange and terrifying thing. I never imagined feeling it this deeply, this intensely. Not for Alejandro. Not for a man who was supposed to be my shield, my weapon. And now, the very thought of him stepping into that cage for meโฆ itโs unbearable.The second reason?Itโs pride. Itโs survival. These men already think Iโm weak. They see me as nothing but a womanโRadimrโs wife and mother of his son. If Alejandro steps into that cage in my stead, I will be proving them right, I will become that which they think I am.Weak.Unworthy.And then, everything Iโve clawed my way toward will crumble before my eyes. I canโt let that happen. I wonโt let that happen. So, no. Aleja
Marianaโs PovOne word.Fuckers.No, letโs make it two words.Misogynistic fuckers.Theyโve kept me in here for hours, scrutinizing me, digging into my soul in their fruitless attempt at finding the truth of what truly happened to my husband.Alejandro too is seated here as a high ranking made man and a member of this family. Surprisingly, my father, mother and brother are here too. Not inside the parliament room, but theyโre right outside the door, waiting for when the chaos escalates so they can stand in for me.It warms my heart.โLetโs go through it again,โ one of the elders says, โwhat did you say happen to your husband? Tell us that story again, in detail.โโI. . .โ I open my mouth to speak but Alejandroโs thick, aggravated voice resounds, cutting me short. โI believe she has told that story more times than we all can count.โโYes, we know that,โ another elder says, his russian accent thick. โBut we need to hear it again.โโWhy?โ Alejandro asks, โwhy are you poking a woman wh
Alejandroโs PovDonโt sleep tonight.Iโve thought about those words in every way possible, imagined every possible scenario thatโll make Mariana ask me to stay awake tonight, and yet, Iโve found none.Or maybe I havenโt thought about it as deeply as I should.I wanted to hold her, to ask her more, but the presence of her husband made that impossible. And now, hours have ticked by, and Iโm still unable to get my answers.Waitโis tonight the night? Is her plan unfolding tonight?Truth is, I donโt even know what her plan is, but I strongly suspect it has everything to do with ending Radimr. So, if sheโs asked me to stay awake tonight, it might mean she needs me close.I pull open my roomโs door and step out into the hallway. The manor is too quiet. Everyone is asleep, and those who arenโt are standing guard outside of the house.My stomach twists with a warning that chaos is brewing tonight, but I push it aside and start walking. I make a turn towards the stairs and start moving up the s
Marianaโs PovTime flies when happiness fills your days.Itโs been two months since I gave birth to my Angel. Two months since my heart swelled with love so pure and overwhelming, I thought I might drown in it.I love my son.I love him for coming into my life and unraveling a part of me I never knew existed. For being my light in the darkness.But most of all, I love him for arriving exactly when I needed himโas though sent by the universe itself to give me a way out.Because today, after weeks of persuasion, my husband has finally done what Iโve been waiting for. He has presented my son to the elders of his family, naming him as his successor should anything happen to him.Itโs tradition, a ritual of power. To the outside world, itโs a declaration of legacy. To me, itโs the final piece of the puzzle.I know Angel is too young to be entangled in this messy, bloody business, but I had to secure his place in this world before setting my plans into motion.Plans that have been months in
Alejandroโs PovThis is the happiest Iโve ever been in my life. For the first time, it feels like I have a complete familyโno, I know I have a complete family.In the last three months, the universe has granted me a gift I never expected: uninterrupted time with the woman I love and the child she carries. Our son. Every morning, I wake up beside her, wrapped in the warmth of her presence. I feel my sonโs first kick as the sun rises, and his tiny, eager movements as the night falls. Iโve stayed awake with them, laughed with them, cried with them, fallen sick with them, and loved them. Iโve been a father and a lover in every way that matters.Why? Because Radimrโs travels somehow stretched from days into weeks, and weeks into months.โSomething else has come up, and Iโll need to stay another week. . .โ Thatโs been his excuse for three months.On the phone, Mariana plays the part of the concerned wife. She sighs and murmurs her disappointment, as though his absence truly pains her. But
Marianaโs PovWhen my eyes open, Iโm met with the most beautiful sight Iโve seen in days. Alejandro, sleeping peacefully, his lashes fluttering, arms still wrapped around me.Wow!How did we fall asleep?I lean in and smack a kiss on his lips, causing him to stir a bit, groaning, his arms tightening firmer around me. I kiss him again, this time longer.It doesnโt take seconds before his mouth parts, his lips fusing with mine. I moan just as a groan vibrates throughout his body.His eyes flutter open, just a tiny slit, the lazy gaze holding mine. Itโs like realization dawns on him and he retrieves his lips from mine in a swift motion. โMariana. . .โ He whispers groggily.โMake love to me,โ I declare.His brows pull into a furrow, lips formed into a pout. โI. . .โ He starts and I cut him off.โPlease,โ I hush, my lips ghosting over his.His resolve falters. And heโs staring at me with adoration as well as restraint.Then thereโs the feral desire burning in his eyes. In mine too. The ris
Marianaโs PovTime seems to slow down when things arenโt really going your way.Maybe I pushed too hard, too far the other night. Far enough that Alejandro has been completely ignoring me for days now. Far enough that Radimr has become ware of me, always staring at me with suspicious eyes. Far enough that the maids in this house seem to avoid me as often as they can.To simply put, Iโve been living an isolated life for the past seven days.Just me, and my heavy fucking stomach. Itโs dreadful just as much as it is comforting.Iโm pulled out of the daze when a towering figure stands in front of me and wraps his hand around me. โDonโt look so sad, Iโm just going to be away for just a few weeks, my love,โ Radimr whispers as he hugs me. I thin my lips into a smile. โIโll miss you.โHis smile is radiant when he replies, โIโll miss you too. Please donโt over work yourself. . .or get to upset while Iโm gone. I wouldnโt want anything to happen to my son.โ Stupid fucker.I scoff. โIโm a big g
Marianaโs PovโLook at that,โ Alejandro says, his voice low, the smirk on his lips sharp enough to cut. โHow easy it is to lure you out here and break your heart into a million pieces.โThe words land like a blow. He doesnโt even try to soften them. And I know exactly what he means. When he came into my room, kneeling by my bed, whispering the words I had been desperate to hear for months, he knew. He knew I was awake, knew Iโd hear every word and cling to the hope they offered.It wasnโt an accident. He said them to draw me here. To break me just as much as Iโve broken him.Petty bastard.But itโs not the cruelty of his intention that stings the mostโitโs how he chose to do it. By humiliating me in front of someone else. Bringing her into a room that should have been our sanctuary, our safe haven.My lips tremble as I force out the question. โWhat is that supposed to mean?โAlejandro steps forward, his movements slow and deliberate, his smirk twisting with mockery. โWhat are you doin