LOGINAlessandroWith each passing day, my rage intensified. It was no longer about finding her. It was now about my ego and my name. The news was already spreading. People were already talking, mocking me, saying a maid had escaped from me and I couldn't find her. Saying I was incompetent. Saying I was no longer the Devil of Vercelli whom nothing escaped, not even an ant.The whispers followed me everywhere. At my casinos. At my meetings. At my own dinner table. My men looked at me with pity in their eyes. My enemies looked at me with glee. The Devil had fallen. The Devil had lost his touch.And I, I was no longer in a stable mental health. I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't think of anything except her. The ordinary slave who had gotten under my skin this much. The girl who had made me feel something I had never felt before. The wife who had run away from me.I swore if I found her, I would make her an example. I would lock her in a dungeon for the rest of her life. I would make
ElenaWeeks passed. I was being taken care of. I lacked nothing. The maids brought me food three times a day, delicious meals that I could never finish. The guards respected me, bowing their heads whenever I walked past. I had clothes and books and everything I could possibly need.But strangely, I didn't feel comfortable.I sat by the window every day, looking out at the endless lake, and I thought about Lucas. How did he have so much wealth? How did he own a villa like this, a palace that rivaled Alessandro's? And why had he reduced himself to being Alessandro's right hand man, taking orders and getting beaten, if he had all of this?I didn't think Lucas was up to something. He was too good to be into something shady. Maybe because of the oath, he was loyal to Alessandro. Maybe he was just biding his time. Maybe he had his reasons.I trusted him. I had to trust him. He was the only one who had ever shown me kindness. He was the only one who had ever treated me like a human being.I
AlessandroIn the midst of my chaos, I saw Lucas's lips curl into a smirk.The sight of it made my blood boil. I had just ordered my men to turn Italy upside down. I had just threatened to kill anyone who stood in my way. And Lucas, my brother, my right hand, my most trusted man, was smirking at me.I didn't call him. I didn't speak. I just moved.My hand shot out and grabbed the back of his neck. My fingers dug into his flesh as I dragged him across the room. He didn't resist. He never did. He never questioned whatever I did to him. That was what made it worse. That was what made me want to break his face.I shoved him through the door of my study and slammed it shut behind us. The sound echoed through the room like a gunshot.Then I grabbed him by the collar and threw him against the wall.His back hit the plaster with a sickening crack. Pictures rattled and fell. A vase shattered on the floor. The sound of breaking glass filled the air."Why?" I roared, my face inches from his. My
ElenaThe car drove on for what felt like hours. The city lights faded behind us and the darkness of the countryside swallowed us whole. I sat in the back seat, pressed against the leather, my hands trembling in my lap. The men around me were silent, their faces hard and unreadable.I turned to the bulky scary looking guy beside me. He had a scar running down his cheek and his eyes were cold and empty. "Where are you taking me?" I asked, my voice shaking.He looked at me and his expression softened slightly. "To a safe place, miss. Somewhere no one will find you.""A safe place? Whose safe place?""You will see when we get there."I wanted to ask more questions but the words died in my throat. I was too tired, too scared, too confused to think clearly. I leaned my head against the window and watched the world blur past.I still found it strange. The respect they gave me. The way they bowed their heads when they spoke to me. The way they called me "miss" like I was someone important. I
AlessandroI was enraged. My entire body was shaking with a fury I had not felt in years. The kind of rage that made men do terrible things. The kind of rage that could burn cities to the ground.Lucas was standing in my study, his face pale, his jaw tight. He also looked angry and worried. His fists were clenched at his sides and his eyes were dark with something that looked like grief. He was pacing back and forth, his footsteps heavy on the marble floor."We have searched everywhere," Lucas said. "Every road. Every city. Every hiding place. She is gone. She has disappeared into thin air.""Keep looking," I said, my voice cold and deadly. "Turn Italy upside down if you have to. I do not care what it takes. Find her."Lucas stopped pacing and turned to face me. His eyes were burning with an accusation I could not bear to see. "If only you had been kind to her when you had the chance. If only you had been gentle. If only you had treated her like a human being instead of a possession."
ElenaI kept running. The night air was cold and sharp in my lungs, burning with every breath. My bare feet slapped against the hard ground, stones and twigs cutting into my skin, but I did not stop. Stopping meant death.Surprisingly, the coast was clear. There were no guards in sight. No shouts. No footsteps chasing me. The path Lucas had shown me was empty, hidden from the main house by thick bushes and towering trees. I ran through the darkness, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.I did not stop running until I came into an open field. It was endless and vast, stretching out before me like a dark ocean. Full of bushes and thorns and wild grass that reached up to my waist. The moon was hidden behind clouds and I could barely see where I was going.But I kept running. I pushed through the thorny bushes, feeling them scratch my arms and legs. I tripped over roots and rocks and stumbled back to my feet. I did not stop. I could not stop.My mind was racing as fast as
ElenaThe east wing had four rooms and a window that looked out over the garden.I had memorised all of it by the end of day one.The bedroom was large and cold, with a bed so wide I could sleep diagonally and still not reach the other side. The bathroom had marble floors and hot water. The sitting
AlessandroThe warehouse sat at the edge of the city like a wound that refused to heal.Broken windows. Graffiti on the walls. Rust on the metal door. From the outside, it looked abandoned. Forgotten. The kind of place where teenagers went to drink cheap wine and pretend they were dangerous.But I
ElenaI pressed myself against the basement wall and held my breath.The voices upstairs were muffled, but I could hear enough. The man with the cold voice. My uncle begging. The gunshot that had made my ears ring.And then silence.I waited for more sounds. For footsteps. For another shot. For any
Elena "Argh!" I screamed as the bottle hit my head.Glass shattered against the wall behind me. Sharp pieces rained down on my shoulders. I pressed myself into the corner of the kitchen, my hands covering my face. But it was too late. The cut on my forehead was already bleeding. Warm blood trickle







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