Mag-log inWilhemina POV“Finally!”I sighed in relief as I signed the last document and placed it onto the growing stack beside my computer. Three contracts, two development proposals, and a rather irritating disagreement with our financial department.And it wasn't even lunchtime.Wonderful.I leaned back in my chair, stretching my arms above my head. Just then, a gentle knock sounded at my door.“Come in!”Mary entered, carrying her tablet and a familiar, cheerful smile.“Good afternoon, Mrs. Rucci! I wanted to go over the remainder of your schedule.”“Of course, Mary. Have a seat.”She settled into the chair across from me.“Your conference with the international development team is at one-thirty. The scholarship committee requested your approval on the revised funding proposal, and the architectural team needs confirmation on the final designs for the new music academy.”I nodded.“Have them send everything to Clara for review before forwarding it to me.”“Of course!”Mary scrolled through
Emilio POV“Seven fucking years!”My father’s furious voice echoed throughout his study as he slammed his glass against the desk.“Seven goddamn years, Emilio! And suddenly, Azrael Valchini decides to return to Central-Bay?”I stood across from him, my jaw clenched.“I’m aware, Father.”“Are you? Because from where I’m standing, you don’t seem to understand how serious this is!”Edward Saldini was not a man easily frightened. Yet, beneath his anger, I recognized something I hadn't seen in years.Fear.“He's looking for answers,” I muttered.“Obviously!” Father snapped. “His parents were murdered, and someone attempted to kill him! Did you honestly believe he'd forget?”My fists tightened.“Then where the fuck has he been all this time?”“You gotdamn idiot! He's been obtaining power! He's the fucking Don of West-Bay!”Father began pacing.“Seven years, Emilio. Seven years without a single reliable report about his whereabouts. Then he reappears as the Western Don, controlling an empire
Azrael POV[Cillian: Don, the package has arrived. We've secured him at the designated location. Awaiting your instructions.]I stared at the message for what had to be the fifth time since leaving Wilhemina's office.Seven years. Seven fucking years and finally...one of the bastards responsible for destroying my family was within my reach.“Vincent.”“Yes, Don?”“How much longer?”“Approximately fifteen minutes. Cillian confirmed the location is secure.”I nodded, leaning back against the leather seat as the countryside passed beyond the tinted windows. My fingers slowly curled into a fist.Fifteen minutes.After seven years of searching, fifteen minutes should have meant nothing. Yet every second felt like an eternity.I closed my eyes.For one brief moment, I could still smell Wilhemina's perfume. Still feel her arms around my neck. Still hear her beautiful voice.I'll see you tonight at home.Home.Such a simple fucking word, and one I hadn't associated with happiness in seven year
Wilhemina POV“Ladies and gentlemen, if you'll turn your attention to page twelve, I'd like to discuss the projected operating costs for the first three years.”I glanced around the boardroom as everyone opened their presentation folders.This was our first board meeting since the gala, and for the first time, Azrael Valchini was sitting among us.And good God, did he look fucking magnificent.Dressed in an impeccably tailored navy blue suit, his dark hair perfectly styled, he looked every bit the powerful businessman everyone knew him to be.Focus, Mina. For Christ's sake!“Mrs. Rucci?” Mr. Calloway interrupted.I smiled.“Yes. As I was saying, the proposed C.A.P.A Academy of Music High school will serve approximately sixteen hundred students during its first academic year.”I pressed the remote, changing the presentation.“Our preliminary construction budget is seventy-eight million dollars, including classrooms, rehearsal studios, a seven-hundred-seat performance hall, recording fa
Wilhemina POV-Warm breath brushed against my neck. I smiled before opening my eyes.Soft morning light peeked through the blinds, casting thin golden lines across my bedroom. The sheets were sprawled around us, one barely covering my legs while Azrael's arm remained wrapped securely around my waist.He was still asleep.I remained perfectly still, lightly caressing the back of his hand.Last night had been...amazing.After leaving the gala, I'd entered through the penthouse's main entrance while Azrael had gone directly into the private garage.Neither of us realized the other had arrived until our separate elevators opened simultaneously. As soon as we stepped out, we both stopped. Then burst into laughter.“Well...” Azrael slowly walked toward me. “Fancy meeting you here, Ms. Rucci.”My lips curled as I approached him.“I was just thinking the same thing, Mr. Valchini.” I raised a brow. “You wouldn't happen to be following me...are you?”His laugh sent an instant chill down my spin
Wilhemina POV-“So...that's the infamous Azrael Valchini.”I nearly choked and I wasn't even drinking wine.Deena stood beside me wearing the most obnoxiously satisfied smile I had ever seen as she casually glanced across the ballroom.Azrael was speaking with several guests near the stage, looking devastatingly handsome while doing absolutely nothing except standing there.“Yep,” I muttered. “That's him.”“Mmm-hmm...well...I see why you've been smiling so much.”My cheeks tightened as I tried to hold back my ridiculous grin.“Shut up.”“What?” She sipped her wine. “I’m just admiring your excellent decision-making skills.”I laughed. Her eyes shifted toward Emilio.“And judging by the way your husband looks like he wants to commit murder with a champagne flute, I’d say he approves too.”A satisfied smiled curled on my lips.“Yeah...he is definitely upset.”Deena laughed.“Upset? Girl...Emilio looks pissed!”“So it seems.”“And I love it.”Of course she did. Deena had despised Emilio f







