LOGINNero's POVI knew this was going to be a problem the moment I saw her walk into Casa Castellano. I felt it right away. Something shifted inside me. I had spent years staying invisible inside the Castellano empire.I liked it that way because no one noticed me much. I stayed in the background while Nico took the front. That was fine. I never wanted more, until I saw her.I should not be this way, I should look away, she is my brother's wife. She belongs to him.Things would have been okay but I was too careless in the library. She saw my hand, the only thing that differentiates me from Nico. The scar.I hid it as fast as I could but the damage has been done.“I need to pull back. I must stay away. This cannot continue.” “Stay out of it, Nero.” I whispered to myself.She thinks I am Nico and it must stay that way.I walked into the eastern wing and go over the security arrangements.I needed to keep my mind busy, to stop thinking about her laugh and the way she felt in my arms.‘’Fu
Reva's POV I find him in the library at two in the morning and my whole body knows before my brain does that something is wrong with the man I am seeing.I could not sleep again. The house felt too quiet so I got out of bed and walked around. I wondered how this place looked like at night. I walked through the halls. The floors felt cold under my feet. I stopped in front of the library and pushed the door open.Nico was sitting by the window with glasses on his face. I never knew he wore glasses.A book rested in his hands."Nico?" I asked softly.He looked up and smiled. "Reva. Why are you down here?”“I could not sleep?" I responded.He tilted his head. “You could not sleep?”I found that weird.I walked closer and sat across from him. "No. The room feels too big. What are you reading?"He closed the book. "Something about old buildings in Sicily. Do you like architecture?"What a strange question. Was I supposed to hate it? He knows I am an architect. Was he testing me?I nodded
Nico's POVI have controlled every room I have ever walked into for many years. Tonight I struggle to keep my own face straight.I sat in my personal controlling room and stared at the surveillance screens. Reva walked through the living room. She stopped at the shelves and picked up a book. She opened it then put it back.What was that for? I could not help but wonder.On another screen she spoke to the maid. "Maria, where do we keep the extra towels?"Maria answered, "In the cabinet near the stairs, Mrs. Castellano."Reva smiled. "Thank you, Maria. I will remember that.”A junior maid walked to Maria, I think to tell her something and Reva turned to her asking, “How is your mother? You said she visited last week."The maid replied, "She is fine. Thank you for asking."What is going on here? Does she know everyone?Reva moved to the kitchen. "Rosa, do we have fresh fish for dinner? Nico might want something light tonight."Me?? When did she start to care about me? Something is not a
REVA'S POVHe smells different tonight and I cannot explain why that terrifies me.The quiet door opened softly and slowly. Nico carefully stepped inside with a warm cup in his hand. It was very late, almost midnight now.“Reva,” he said softly and gently. “I just brought you some warm chamomile tea.”I slowly sat up in bed and stared right at him. “You actually brought me tea? I never once asked for any tea at all.”He quietly sat on the edge of the bed and gently gave me the cup. “You mentioned earlier at dinner that chamomile helps you sleep. I actually remembered that.”I slowly took the cup. The quiet warmth from it spread gently to my fingers. This was really not the Nico I knew before. His voice sounded much softer now. No cold edge at all. No sharp orders either.“Thank you,” I said quietly and slowly. “Why are you really doing this now?”He smiled a little bit softly. “You had a really long day. The press dinner was very tough. I quietly thought this might actually help you.”
Reva's POV“Reva?” Nico asked when I walked down the stairs in a green sequin dress.I noticed the way he stared. He stood completely still as I came down the stairs. His eyes stayed on me.“Are we not leaving?” I asked, trying to break his gaze.He looked up at my face. For a few seconds he said nothing. Then he stuttered. “Yes… we… we should go now.”I was shocked. The great Nico Castellano, the Italian cold Mafia Don. The man who never showed weakness is actually stammering like a fool. It felt so surreal.But it was funny and arousing to see him like that. I looked at him properly and damn he looked so good in his black suit. For a moment my mind went nuts. I saw myself walking straight to him, shoving him hard against the wall, grabbing his shirt collar, and kissing him roughly. I wanted his hands on my waist, pulling me tight while his mouth claimed mine the same way it did that night, so demanding and brutal.I wanted to feel him grow hard against me right there on the sta
Reva's POVI got scared when the door flung open without knock. Nico came in like it was his house. Actually it is.“There will be a press conference,” he said the moment he stepped inside.I stood there in my short, flimsy nightwear, arms crossed over my chest. “Can’t you knock? This is my bedroom!”Nico scoffed. “Which is in my house. You are my wife, Reva. If I want to see you naked, I will. If I really want to, I can bend you over that bed right now and fuck you senseless.”My eyes went wide. Heat rushed up my neck fast. How he talked, so mean and without feelings, made my gut hurt. I hated how my body reacted to his crude words.“You are a really crass fellow,” I said, trying to sound angry.“That crassness is what got me this far in life,” he replied without any feeling.He continued like nothing happened. “The press conference is in thirty minutes. It is your first time appearing in public as my wife. We need to act good and feed the hungry paparazzi. They have been chasing us
Petra’s POV“Oh my goodness… I am so sorry.”One second I was laughing, the next, I crashed into someone.My drink spilled all over his shirt.“Oh… God, I did not see you…” I rushed, already pulling out my handkerchief. “Let me clean it, please, I am so…”His hand caught mine mid-air.“Do not touch
Reva's POV"It is too quiet here."The car drove into the estate as the gates opened automatically. What a Mafia techie the Castellanos are.I got out of the car and looked up at the big house.Casa Castellano. That is its name. It did not look like a home nor a safe haven, rather it looked like a
Reva's POV"Oh shit!"I slapped the alarm off before it could shriek. I lay there glancing at the ceiling of my home. The unchanged ceiling I had stared at every morning for three years.This was my last morning here.I sat up slowly. My chest felt tight. This place was mine. The quiet mornings wit
Reva's POV Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.I grabbed the bat from under my bed and pressed my back to the wall.The door opened.I swung hard.“REVA!”I stopped the bat two inches from Petra’s face.We stared at each other.“What is wrong with you?” Petra pressed her hand to her chest. “You almost killed







