The Devil's Wildflower

Viviana stepped off the plane, taking the familiar sight around her in. Italy had always been beautiful but she was either too busy training or helping her father with a thing or two to fully enjoy its beauty. The car waiting for her, a black sleek car with golden touches which was the Bellini family's snugnature car. One might wonder why a mafia organization would announce their presence as the Bellini family does but the family didn't really give a damn. The driver nodded curtly, holding the door open for her. The Bellini estate was just as Viviana remembered it– grand, and imposing. The sprawling villa sat atop a hill, its white walls gleaming under the Italian sun as her oricat car approached the huge gates. The place she was raised and spent most of her life in. Viviana didn't really think she could ever get enough of its beauty. “Young madam,” the maids, guards and attendants bowed as she stepped out of the car, looking through the environment with a lazy stretch. “Welcome h

Viviana walked down the hallway leading out of her room. She was dressed in a beautiful white short and fitted gown and her hair done in a messy bun with hair accessories in it. She glanced outside through the glass walls to see lines of cars in front of the house which didn't belong to the Bellini family. She could only guess the Conte were here. Heading out towards the main living room, she could hear her father's laughter as he spoke to someone. Descending the grand stairway, Viviana scanned the living room and her eyes finally fell on the individual seated on a single sofa with his legs crossed. He was dressed in a suit and his dark hair was neatly combed. He had a calm yet deadly aura excluding from him. She knew he was definitely the Raffaele Conte she was getting shipped off with. As Viviana got a good look at his face, she paused in her step, making everyone in the room turn their attention to her. And when the man turned to look at her, she felt like everything was playing

“I can't agree to that.” Raffaele said firmly, staring at Viviana who was standing in front of him, totally annoyed. “We're married, there's no way I'd allow you to sleep in a different room from me.” “Why? So we can have a wedding night? We already had that last night.” She pointed out, reminding him about the one night stand they had just the previous night. A lot of information has been stored in their whole day, it felt like it's been days. “Besides, I did request for my freedom and you agreed. Are you going back on your words?” “No, that's not it–” She cut him off swiftly, flipping her hair. “Yes you are. And I've had a long day so I'd rather not deal with this right now. I do not hate you. I just want my time alone. If you don't want it, I'll order them to get me a room. I'm a Conte now too, remember?” Raffaele couldn't help but let out a sigh. He didn't know what to say or how to deal with her. He wasn't even sure if he was going to win the argument if he decided to procee

The granite beneath Viviana's feet crunched as she stepped out of the black luxury car. The huge building before her did nothing to cover her from the morning sun but a guard rushed over with an umbrella. She hadn't been to the Matriarch's building since the night they arrived and she wondered how she lived on a daily basis. Not like she was dying to know. The house was not as expansive as the one she lived in with Raffaele, but it had its own unique touch of modernity and traditionality. Viviana adjusted the leather belt cinching her waist, the buckle catching the light. Her fitted black trousers hugged her curves, paired with a silk emerald blouse tucked neatly. She had silver jewelry on her wrist and neck. Not really her usual style but at least she had to look good for an impromptu call. The doors opened before they could reach it, a maid offering a polite nod as she stepped aside. “The Matriarch is expecting you, Madam Conte.” Viviana stepped inside, shown to the dining area.

The underground gambling den smelled of cigar smoke and old money, humming with the sound of shuffled cards, clinking chips, and muffled curses. Viviana descended the concrete steps without hesitation, heels clicking against the cold floor. She was dressed in sleek black leather pants that hugged her curves like a second skin, paired with a crimson satin blouse tucked in just right, its buttons teasingly open near her collarbone. Her dark hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail, green eyes sharp, confident, and hungry.Heads turned as she walked through the corridor lined with heavy security. Everyone knew her name, down here. They knew she was feared, but only a few knew to what extent. She didn’t pause to speak or exchange greetings. She walked straight toward a corner table, set under a fancy chandelier. The light flickered slightly over the faces of four men seated around the green felt. Each of them had been involved in the recent deal she had set with Raffaele and the Eastern Eur