Vincenzo's POV'I stared at the details on the file in front of me. My gaze moved towards Lorenzo, who was busy playing with the magic cube in his hand with his focused face."Did you find any traces of those fuckers who tried to ruin my wedding day?"I asked, catching off his attention. That's what I like about him. He was like a little brother to me and his behavior proves it. He should have been my frostier brother instead of that fucker Levi."There are no traces to be found, Vin."My jaw clenched in anger because there was no one who could be saved from my eyes. I have solved dozens of impossible cases where only little evidence was present. Still, I have reached the culprits, but this is the only culprit whom I have been searching for years. My mother's killer. Who's still taking those forbidden breaths? This Fucker has lived more than enough. I need to send him to hell as soon as possible.Lorenzo's face turned alarmed before asking the theory which I was thinking right now."D
Elena's POV'I sulk standing in the kitchen for hours as the cooks won't let me cook anything, saying their capo will fire them if they let me work even after my constant tries to convince them. Not even Maria helped me, but she took their side. She's a tough nut to crack, but soon I'll melt her by being her friend.My eyes sparkled up when I saw them almost done with cooking as they did their last touch. I was more than happy that they approved me to make dessert after my millions of trials to convince them. It was more difficult than I thought, but yet I succeeded into convincing them and that is all that matters. And just like their capo, they had set one condition for me. Guess what it was that I had to complete the baking before their capo returned. I wore a floral dress with beautiful straps for tonight's family dinner.They all moved out of the kitchen one by one, and I excitedly rushed towards the kitchen island to bake for dessert. My face turned into a thinking one."Ummm...
Vincenzo's POV'sI took a breath of relief as my crazy family finally left. My fingers played with the little ball on my desk, my sleeves rolled up as I sat on my study chair deeply lost in my thoughts. Pissed by my wife's little play of challenging me back, annoyed by my sister's behavior to annoy me and last but not the least, angry that I still found the culprit of my mother's killer, but soon I will because I have waited years to do so.My aim for becoming the next mafia king was only to reach the culprit who killed my mother. I studied the file on my desk one by one as not only, I had to focus on that culprit, but I had business to run to. That's when I received a call from Lorenzo.Picking the phone up to my ear, I asked."Did you get the autopsy reports?""Fortunately No!"I clenched my jaw as my anger started to rise."But don't worry! We have got that hospital's name so it won't take too long to find out, do we?"I knew which methods he was referring to, and I was proud to ha
Elena's POV'Once again, I was alone at the breakfast table with no one by my side and once again alone on the bed when I woke up and found the space beside, empty not that I'm disappointed. Suddenly, the breakfast felt suffocating. Even though I tried hard, Maria still refused her oath to sit with me for breakfast. As I was sitting with a sulking face, the doorbell rang, catching off my attention. Is it Vincenzo? The thought alone makes me nervous.An instant smile appeared on my lips when I saw that bright joyful girl just right on time. I got up from my seat when I saw her approaching towards me, and before I could ask her anything she pulled me into a bone-crashing hug. Girl, take it slow!"Oh my god I can't believe that I got to see you again!"She exclaimed excitedly before pulling away. I looked at her with a happy face and noticed her dress style. The dress she wore—ivory, almost ethereal in its simplicity—clung to her figure with the grace of water flowing over stone. Its gen
"Give me the honor of dancing with a hot girl like you?"My body froze when I felt that unfamiliar touch. My anxiety was reaching its height. I looked out for Arianna who was busy dancing with that guy. How do I call her for help?That man was about to move his hand up but was pulled away from me with a jerk. Turning around, I gasped when I saw my Vincenzo punching the shit out of that man who tried to harass me.I gulped when I witnessed Vincenzo's bloodshot eyes. They were turning red with anger. How do I stop him? Hell I should be more worried about myself. What did I get myself into? What will he do to me? By now the man was bleeding and nearly on the verge of passing out, but still Vincenzo was raining punches on that man."You dare to touch what's mine with your fucking hands."Vincenzo threw one last punch and spilled blood out of his mouth. The people surrounding me were terrified like me. My breathing turned heavy. Still not satisfied, Vincenzo crushed his hand with his leath
I was silently sitting inside the car while Vincenzo was driving with Arianna in the backseat. I gulped at the extreme silence. Vincenzo hasn't spoken a word with Arianna, which makes the situation ten times worse. She was sitting nervously in the backseat while Vincenzo's men were in numerous black SUV's following us.I glanced at Arianna through the mirror. She gulped, staring outside the window, silently praying for herself, maybe. I wish I could confront her, but my bad I wasn't in the situation to help her out. When Vincenzo and I had that intense session, I wasn't in the condition to stand on my own, so he carried me all the way to the car."Vincenzo?"Arianna finally spoke."Shut the fuck up!"Arianna and I both flinched at his harsh tone of voice and that's when I knew she was doomed. I could only pray for her."What the fuck were you thinking when you were going out without fucking guards?"I clutched my dress when he suddenly sped up the car."Vin--""How dare you take my wi
Author's POV'Vincenzo made his way towards my private club's meeting room where bunches of trash were present waiting for him. Vincenzo stepped into the meeting room with a measured air of indifference, his polished shoes clicking on the marble floor. The heavy oak door closed behind him with a soft thud, but the weight of his entrance wasn’t lost on the people already gathered. They were all waiting, not just for him to speak, but for him to decide.As he surveyed the room, he could feel the gaze of each person in the room slide over him—calculating, cautious, or downright resentful. He knew what they thought of him. He didn’t need to hear their backtalk or see the subtle shifts in posture when he entered the room. Vincenzo had been playing this game for too long, and he knew their hearts as well as his own.They all stood in union and bowed their heads as a show of respect for their upcoming mafia king. A few faces were open with approval. The old guards who had long since reconcil
Elena's POV'Even this morning, I woke up alone in bed. Not that I am disappointed, but curiosity still remains about where he was last night? Was he with another woman? My heart sank at that thought. Did he have a mistress? If yes, then why would he need me? Why can't he just leave me the fuck alone?I was better alone in my life. I was living a happy, independent life with a peace of my mind, but then why the hell did he choose to come into my life and destroy everything? Did he get bored of me? After all, women must be throwing themselves at him. And why not even if I hate him for making my life miserable, but I still have to admit that he's drop-dead handsome.But that of him with another woman alone makes me disgusted about myself. I am his wife, then why the hell would he need any other woman? Am I not enough? If so, then why can't he leave the fuck alone? So I could live my life the way I used to. Even if I was lovesick and always craved love when it wasn't in my faith, but leas
Elena's POV'I walked into an empty corridor after having enough of dinner with those psychotic mafias. I sighed in relief, away from the chaos. I literally facepalmed myself after leaving from there.The corridor stretched ahead, its narrow passage swallowing the faint light from the flickering overhead bulb. The walls, once white, were now a sickly shade of gray, marred by the creeping stains of age and neglect.Each step I took seemed to echo unnervingly, amplifying the silence that clung to the air like a thick fog. My breath quickened as my heels clicked against the cold, cracked tiles—currently my only companion in this hollow, forgotten space.My heart began to pound in my chest, a frantic beat that threatened to drown out the silence, but the space was too oppressive. It clung to me, suffocating, as though the walls themselves were watching, listening, waiting.At the far end of the hallway, a door stood ajar, the dark void beyond it a black eye in the heart of the building. A
"I do."Luna declared and the moment she declared, a loud sound of glass shattering into pieces could be heard in the entire room, catching everyone's attention.Everyone gasped at the source of the voice, including Luna, and that's when her eyes met Levi's bloodshot ones. She instantly looked away, witnessing the raging anger evident in his eyes.Lorenzo went up to Levi immediately and noticed the blood oozing out of Levi's hand."What the actual fuck, Levi?"Vincenzo drawled while Elena quickly covered her mouth up on noticing the blood out of his hand."His hand needs treatment."Elena was about to get up, but Vincenzo quickly grabbed her wrist, making her hiss."Sit the fuck down."He commanded through his gritted teeth."I'm sure he can deal with his own mess.""But--"Vincenzo's one deadly glare was enough to make her mouth shut. As a doctor, she couldn't witness someone bleeding in front of her, even if it was an enemy. Levi's father didn't even come forward, nor the king. It w
"Watch your tongue, Stefano, or it will take me a second to rip it out of your mouth."Vincenzo snapped, which caused Stefano to swallow hard on his saliva because he knew that he could and nobody would question him. Elena glanced at Vincenzo and shivered visibly at how he reacted when someone called her an outsider." Stefano is right. Luca, you need a marriage alliance to gain our trust. Otherwise, it wasn't needed after witnessing your capabilities."Luca nodded his head but what he felt inside was another thing which only he knew.Stefano, on the other hand, smiled in utter victory before saying."The girl should be from our community, isn't it?"Devis nodded his head before saying."Seraphina is perfect for it. What do you sa----""No she's not."Lorenzo growled out of nowhere, catching everyone's attention, including Seraphina's who was sitting with her froster mother.Everyone was too stern to speak because no one in years had dared to interrupt the king except today. Devis gav
A huge royal dining room, sophisticated and opulent, unfolds like a scene from a regal dream.The space is vast—cathedral-like in scale—with a soaring, coffered ceiling adorned in gold leaf and hand-painted frescoes of mythological scenes. Massive crystal chandeliers, their facets shimmering like stars, hang in perfect symmetry down the length of the room, casting a soft, golden glow over everything.The dining table stretches endlessly, carved from rare dark mahogany and polished to a mirror sheen. It’s set with fine bone china rimmed in 24-karat gold, gleaming silverware, and crystal goblets that catch the light like diamonds. Velvet-upholstered chairs with gilded frames line the table, each one an ornate throne in its own right.Tall arched windows, draped in deep burgundy and gold brocade, let in daylight filtered through sheer silk curtains. Along the walls, marble columns rise between massive oil paintings of ancestors and historic moments, framed in intricate gold.A grand fire
Author's POV'"If you want, I can take you away from this pain where you won't be sad anymore."A firm, yet familiar voice interrupted Elena from behind, making her turn around to look at the person. Her eyes widened slightly after watching him lean against the garden wall while staring at her with a hooded gaze."Levi..... What are you doing here?"Elena asked calmly, covering her shock."Just watching my loved ones in pain."He stated just like that while holding eye contact with her. Elena's eyes widened before looking away. She doesn't know if his words are as genuine as him. Damn, she suspects his every word. She's not the high school who would feel flattered by her crush saying stuff like this.If anything, then she respects her boundaries."That's not the answer to----""I know, but this is Stefano's birthday party, so isn't it obvious that I would be here?"Of course, he would be present as a member of the mafia. Elena thought. Levi's presence was as important as Vincenzo's in
My eyes fell on the girl who looked innocent and young. She looks like she is in her late teens. She kept looking around and then at the cell phone in her hand. I could feel the eyes on me. Which were none other than his guards.Unconciously I approched her. She's beautiful and has a soft beauty which suits her perfectly. Her hair, long and soft as river silk, fell to the middle of her back in gentle waves, catching the light like dusk on water.It framed her face in the most effortless way, as if even the wind had learned to be gentle around her. Her features were delicate—cheekbones like petals, a nose barely a breath, and lips the shade of early blush roses. She looks perfect in all angles.There was something in her eyes, too—not just the color, which was some impossible hue between honey and storm—but the way they held stories, even when she wasn’t speaking. You’d look at her and feel that she had seen the world with a kind of softness that refused to harden, no matter what it ha
Elena's POV'The gown I wore this evening did not shimmer, nor did it boast the ostentation of embroidery or gemstones. It needed no such embellishments. It was elegance distilled—a quiet kind of power. The fabric, a deep, velvety midnight blue, clung to my form with the grace of twilight, wrapping around me, smooth and assured.The neckline swept just below my collarbone, revealing the delicate strength of my shoulders, while the sleeves, long and tapered, ended in a gentle point at the wrists—as though time itself had traced my outline with reverence. The bodice was cut to accentuate without demanding attention, sculpted in a way that whispered confidence rather than cried for it.The skirt flowed—neither too voluminous nor too tight—falling in fluid lines to the floor, where it gathered slightly like a sigh at my heels. With every step, the fabric moved with me, as if it too was under my spell. No ornamentation distracted from the pure, solid hue of the gown. Its beauty was in its
Author's POV'Before Elena could make a move by turning around, he grabbed her wrist, making her bump hard against his muscular chest, which was draped with a black leather jacket and black t-shirt beneath it, not to mention his black jeans. He was dressed casually today aside from his usual signatory formal attire."Still trying to run away from me, amore?"Her breath hitched at his deep voice and close proximity. Even if she had lived in Italy before. She still didn't understand it fully, but she was trying her best.She still didn't know what he called her in Italian, but she was sure to find it out. Her wrist was pinned behind her back by him and a shiver ran down her spine. It always does. Whenever she's with him. She can't help to shiver in his company."Even after what happened last night?"His intense voice snapped her out of the haze and a crimson red appeared on her already rosy cheeks. Since this morning, she had been trying her best not to recall their last night's encount
A yawn left my mouth, but I refused to sleep as I kept staring at his peaceful sleeping face. A conclusion popped up in my mind. So he does sleeps with me. The only difference was he left bed before I woke up.Which is somehow disappointing even if I deny it all the time, but guess what? I can't run from reality, can I? I have already witnessed what happened when I actually tried to run.I didn't sleep since he left me breathless and gave me the best orgasm ever. I never knew that it could bring me this beautiful pleasure. My cheeks flame with shyness. What am I even thinking? But I can't help but think about it because I don't even remember my past or someone who has touched me this way?Is there anyone who has touched me this way? If I force my mind to think about my past where I have lost my memory, then it will only hurt my mind. Which I can't afford. My psychiatrist advised me to never force my brain to remember the things I desperately wanted.But the loss of my memory is making