Dominic's POVTime heals all wounds, they say. It doesn't. They lied. Or maybe I had to wait a little longer.Waiting was never my string suite. I acted like I could handle it most of the time but I was dying on the inside.I leaned back in my chair, my fingers still on the keyboard, even though the report I was working on had been finished twenty minutes ago. My gaze flicked to the corner of the screen—5:42 PM.I reached for my phone, out of habit and when the screen lit up. I felt a different kind of pain.On the screen was a picture of Alessia and the twins. They were laughing, and having a picnic in the garden. I had sneakily taken them. This was the only thing keeping me sane lately. If only I hadn't messed up.I hadn’t stepped foot in the Mafia branch in nearly two weeks. I had no slip ups. Rico made sure of that. He was a good student of Matteo's.I scrolled to my phone book and let my finger hover over Alessia's new number. Matteo had sent it to me after he helped them change
Sophia's POVI wanted to scream. But that would make me look more stupid.I swallowed my anger and the bodyguard ones, gesturing for me to walk away with his open palm.I hissed and walked away from him, fuming. I closed the door angrily and soon the driver got in.“Where to ma'am?” He asked calmly. I knew he was hiding his laughter. I could feel it. Bloody asshole.“Take me to the hospital,” I snapped.I raised my gaze and saw the driver smile at the rear mirror. He was looking right back at me.“Drive the damn car!” I spat, and the car's engine came to life.“How dare he embarrass me like that?! Before his driver! I am his wife. I deserve some respect!”I kept complaining inwardly. This wasn't what I had hoped today would look like.The ride was quiet. I ignored everything else. My thoughts, however, kept getting louder by the second.“He won’t touch me. Won’t even look at me.”I pressed my palm to my stomach, half-dreading, half-hoping. I wasn’t ready to be a mother. Not yet. And I
Sophia's POV“Are you blind or just stupid?” I snapped, yanking the silk fabric from the maid's hands. “This dress looks like a funeral curtain had a baby with a doormat.”The poor girl blinked, clearly caught between apologizing and breathing.I knew I was harsh, but I couldn't help it. Everything was going my way. Not the dress, not my plans to win Dominic. Everything was shaky.“If only I had used protection,” I complained in my mind. I couldn't risk letting the maids know, either. “Why was everything so hard?!”“Get me something red. Sexy. Something that says, ‘Look at me and beg to touch.' And be quick with it!” I spat.The maid nodded and started searching through the closet.She brought out a red dress but I wasn't liking the vibe at all.“I said sexy, as in hot. You aren't dumb, are you?” I asked. “I need a dress that's going to get people's eyes on me, not some rubbish that screams sad housewife!”“Get out of my way!” I yelled and pushed her off to check the closet myself. Sh
Dominic's POVIt had been hard to let Alessia go and worse, picking Sophia. But it was all for the best. I knew Matteo wouldn't let me down.But I had to get rid of Sophia one way or the other. She had been trying so hard to get me to sleep with her.First was the temptation that was useless because I didn't find her attractive. I only had one woman in my heart, and I hurt her badly.Then, she started to spike my drink. I had been watching her from behind, and she didn't notice.That made me suspicious. She couldn't possibly be that sex-starved not to be able to control herself, especially since I never made her feel like I was interested in her.I practically ignored her every day. All that was left was to weaken her financially and in the Mafia world. Then, I would have her to my total will.I smirked as I walked out of the room and down the hallway, walked outside, and got into the backseat of the car.The driver started the engine. We were speeding on the road when I spoke out. “
Alessia's POVUnited States“Welcome back!” Everyone yelled and clapped as I stepped into the big, open-plane office.I smiled, watching everyone's faces. Someone whistled among the crowd.I was a celebrity for the moment.My boss came out of the office adjusting his tie. He wasn't smiling and didn't look angry either.He cleared his throat and spoke. “Alessia, I'd like to see you in my office.”That caught everyone's attention, and I quickly composed to avoid the disappointment on my face.I smiled at the others and followed him, closing the door as I got in.The other workers went back to their work, and I sighed as I faced my boss.He didn't hesitate. “What did you do?” He asked.“Excuse me?” I responded.“You were supposed to stay three to five years in Rome. But you're back in just less than a year.”“And..?” I questioned.“That wasn't the agreement. Why was Mr. Dominic so eager to send you back? You fucked up, didn't you?”Is this man crazy?! He didn't think that I would resign,
Sophia's POVBy day four, I slipped “morning notes” under his door—petite cards scented with jasmine. Each said something sweet: Good morning, love; I hope your day is bright; Dinner tonight? Each note went ignored. I left silk scarves tied to his pillow, each knot perfect and deliberate. His back was all I saw as he walked away.On day six, I lay on my stomach across the bed, crying into the pillow, the duvet twisted around me. I cursed the contract binding us, the lies that tied his hands, my mounting desperation. I thought of the pregnancy and how little control I had. I swore I’d find another way to force his touch.Later that afternoon, we drove onto his family estate—marble pillars, manicured hedges, the vast lawn sloping down to a private lake. Pride swelled in me. This should have been mine by now—his arms, his attention, his words of love. Instead, when we pulled up, he looked at me with the same distance as always.I noticed Matteo had disappeared. A chill clutched my heart—