LOGINSophia never expected her investigative work to lead to the altar. When her stepsister vanishes under suspicious circumstances, Sophia is thrust into an arranged marriage with Ricci Russo—a billionaire, as ruthless as he is mysterious. Ironically, he also happens to be the subject of her next exposé. Ricci, a cold and calculating investor, demands Gerald Williams's daughter as collateral for a high-stakes deal. But when the intended bride disappears, he is given Sophia instead. What he doesn't know is that she's not just an unwilling bride—she's also a journalist determined to uncover his secrets. Trapped in a marriage built on deception and ulterior motives, Sophia and Ricci are drawn into a dangerous game of power, secrets, and unexpected desires. As tension brews and the lines between truth and lies blur, one question remains: Will their forced union spark a love undying or will the weight of their secrets be their own destruction?
View MoreSOPHIA It had been three months since I remembered everything.It didn’t come back in a rush. It came in fragments. The scent of cigarette smoke on Ricci’s coat. The sound of my laugh echoed against the kitchen tiles in our mansion. The feeling of his hand sliding over mine in the dark....I hated myself for not remembering sooner.When the final piece fell into place, it wasn’t dramatic. It didn’t steal my breath or send me into a breakdown. It was quiet. Like unlocking a room inside myself I’d boarded up out of fear.Ricci didn’t say anything when he saw it happen. He just looked at me, waiting.And I whispered, “I remember, Ricci.”He didn’t move. Just one tear rolled down his cheek. One. And then he pulled me into his arms like he’d been holding his breath for years.Now, we were here.A quiet countryside villa outside Florence. No bodyguards. No board meetings. No whispers of Sara or Project Lucifer. The media had moved on. And Ricci… he had started breathing again. So had I.Tha
RICCI The storm hadn’t stopped since.It was still roaring outside, the thunder rolling low like a warning from some angry god, but none of that mattered. Not when she collapsed into my arms like that. “Sophia?! Sophia—look at me, please. Look at me—!” Her name tore from my mouth.She wasn’t answering. Her face was pale, and her breath was very shallow. Her body went limp against mine, and for a second—I swear—I thought I was losing her again. I had almost started crying tbh.I carried her. I didn’t care that my boots tracked mud across the hardwood or the carpet. I didn’t care that I could barely see straight through the panic fogging my vision. I just needed her somewhere safe... somewhere quiet.I laid her gently on the couch. Her mother followed behind. She was asking questions I couldn’t answer. And that made me more angry.... frustrated....tired? All of them...or none of them? I didn't know....I didn’t know what the hell just happened. I didn’t care about explanations. All I c
SOPHIA I tossed a towel at him and rolled my eyes, biting back a smile.Twenty minutes later, he returned—fresh, damp curls, cotton shirt hugging his arms. He kissed the top of her head before sitting down at the small dining table, picking up his fork.The food was plated perfectly. As if he hadn't eaten for days…he hurriedly took one bite.He froze.Then looked up, chewing slowly. “You… this is illegal.”I smirked, sipping from the wine. “That’s the sauce I nearly ruined, by the way.”“Tastes like heaven. Or maybe I’m just drunk on you,” he said.“To fire hazards and foreplay.”She tilted her glass toward him. “To you,” he murmured. “And every damn moment like this.”“ Sophia" I heard my name the first time—barely. I didn’t answer.“Sophia?”This time it came louder. Right after a loud clap of thunder that made the window panes tremble. I blinked, suddenly aware of the room around me again. The dining room. The smell of sauce in the air and the faint scent of mom's perfume. My ha
RICCI The scent of garlic and seared butter curled through the air like an invitation. I stood by the stove, apron tied lazily around my waist, stirring the Alfredo sauce with one hand while swaying a little to the soft jazz spilling from the speaker on the counter. It was one of those evenings that felt almost too quiet. The kind where the city pulsed beyond the window, but inside this house—our house—there was only warmth, flickering light, and the sound of something soft simmering.I had just reached for the pepper grinder when I heard the front door click open.Then… footsteps.“Bambina,” came his voice. Deep….Slightly hoarse. And a little tired.I didn’t turn around. “You’re late.”“Blame the board,” he said, his footsteps drawing closer, “and a thirty-minute call about something they could’ve emailed.”I heard the soft thud of his briefcase hitting the entryway bench, followed by the loosening of his tie. My heart beat just a little faster—stupidly so. Even now. Even after all
SOPHIA I was lost.Not the kind of lost where you ask someone for directions and find your way in ten minutes. No, this was different. I was lost in the kind of way that made your skin feel wrong.The city felt like it was swallowing me whole.Buildings leaned over like they were watching. The sid
GERALD The house was too quiet when I returned from the board meeting. The kind of silence that wraps around your neck like a noose. Heavy and unsettling. I had no idea I'd walked straight into another kind of war.I loosened my tie and walked through the hallway. I could perceive the scent of Viv
RICCI They always said monsters wore masks.But I didn’t think the mask would be a goddamn crucifix and a pressed white collar. I didn’t think it would be Williams—the stoic one, the one who rarely said more than a grunt. Always sitting stiffly at the edge of the room like our presence disgusted h
VIVIENNE I swear I could have stabbed him with the fork in my hands when he stared me straight in the eye back at the restaurant.“ Sophia might still be alive ”, he said wiping his lips with the napkin. Honestly, I didn't know how to react. Shocked? Because everyone, including me, thought she was






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