LOGINDante’s pov The ringing in my ears is loud, too loud… It feels like something is screaming inside my skull and won’t stop. I don’t know how long I stayed flat on my back.The cold marble under me and dust in my mouth.I blink, but everything is blurry, shifting in and out like I’m underwater.“ Dante!” A voice called but it was faint . I try to breathe, and pain slices through my ribs so hard I choke on it.“…Dante!” Matteo called , I recognize it now.My hand twitches against the floor. My fingers feel numb, like they don’t belong to me.“What…” My voice comes out rough, broken. “What the hell happened…”“The blast,” Matteo says, somewhere to my right. “Grenade. Stay down.”I don’t stay down…I try to push myself up, and the second I move, pain explodes through my shoulder and chest. My vision blacks out for a second, but I grit my teeth and force it back.“Martina,” I rasp, my head snaps toward the staircase.The dust is still settling, thick in the air, turning everything into sh
Martina’s POVThe heavy oak door didn’t just open, it groaned on its hinges, a slow, agonizing rasp that sliced through the silence of the room. My chest tightened instantly, the gun in my hand suddenly feeling heavier, more urgent. A sliver of moonlight fell across the floor, illuminating a tall, jagged shadow.Marco!!! And behind him, two other figures moved silently, like predators stalking their prey. Night-vision goggles caught the faintest glint from their faces, green and menacing.“Martina,” he drawled, voice low and cold. “You’ve survived more than I ever expected darling!!! A queen in your own right and yet… here you are, alone.”My hands shook, gripping the Beretta tighter, but I didn’t give him the satisfaction of panic. I crouched behind the wardrobe, heart hammering, every instinct screaming at me to run but there was nowhere to go.“Where are you? Come out from your hiding… I know you’re here!” Marco’s voice sliced through the dark, taunting, confident.” How is it that
Dante’s pov The air in the grand foyer was thick with the acrid sting of gunpowder. It was a tomb of absolute darkness, the kind of blackness that felt like a physical weight against my eyes. I moved with my back to the cold marble wainscoting, my breathing shallow, my ears straining to filter the chaos.Crack-crack-crack!Muzzle flashes erupted from the direction of the dining hall, strobe-lighting the room in jagged, violent bursts. In those micro-seconds of light, I saw the Persian rugs soaked in shadows that were too thick to be water, and the silhouettes of men I’d paid to be a wall between my wife and the world, now slumped like discarded rags."Matteo! Three o'clock!" I roared, my voice barely audible over the ringing in my ears.I didn't wait for a reply. I squeezed the trigger, the recoil of my custom Beretta humming up my arm. I wasn't aiming for a person, I was aiming for the flashes of light."Dante!" Matteo’s voice came from the opposite side of the staircase, punctuat
Martina POVThe heavy silence of the blackout shattered instantly.Crack… crack…crack. High-caliber gunfire erupted from the floor below, echoing through the townhouse. Every shot is precise and deadly. My chest constricted, and I froze.“Dante?” My voice trembled, barely a whisper.“I’m right here,” he answered, his voice hard and steady, cutting through the panic in my chest. “Stay low and Stay quiet. Keep behind me.”Matteo’s tactical light flicked on briefly, jagged shadows slicing across the walls. My heart jumped as I pressed myself against Dante, gripping his arm, feeling the tension radiating off him.“They’re in the basement,” he muttered. “They’ve breached the lower level.”The sound of shouts and another gunshot reverberated from below. A guard’s scream cut off abruptly and stomach dropped.“Martina, listen to me,” Dante said sharply, pressing something cold and solid into my hands. My fingers wrapped around the weapon, trembling.“What… what am I supposed to do?” I asked
Dante POV“Martina!”The roar of tires shattered the quiet of Mayfair, scraping against the stone buildings like metal on glass. I didn’t wait because every second wasted was a second she could be hurt.I flung the door open and ran. My boots thundered on the cobblestones, echoing into the foggy night. My men shouted behind me, but I ignored them. Nothing mattered except her. Every beat of my heart screamed her name.I reached her wing and got to her room.“Oh, baby, daddy’s here!” I dropped to my knees the instant I reached the suite. Martina’s face was pale, tear-streaked, eyes wide with fear and relief all at once. I cupped her face, rough hands gentle enough to ground her.“Elara… she… she was the nurse. She…” Her voice cracked and faltered, trembling under the weight of what she had just survived.I pulled her into me, pressing my chest against hers. “I’ve got you,” I said. “It’s over, She can’t touch you now… not with me here.”Her body trembled against mine, but the shaking sl
Marcos pov“Pick up, Mother.” I press the phone harder against my ear like that’s going to force her to answer.The fog sits heavy on the street, swallowing sound, swallowing movement, but my eyes stay locked on the townhouse across from me.The line keeps ringing, Once…Twice…Three times, nothing!!!My jaw tightens, I pull the phone away and stare at the screen, then dial again immediately.“Pick up.”My voice comes out lower this time, she knows the signal.Two rings, that’s all it takes but the call keeps ringing and no one answered . I exhale slowly through my nose, shifting my stance, my shoulders rolling once like I’m trying to shake something off.This was supposed to be done already, Clean and silent . That’s how she works, So why is it taking this long?My eyes flick back up to the building, scanning it again, slower now, more focused. The lights were still on and the curtains still drawn, there was no movement outside neither were guards rushing.That’s wrong!!!My grip tight
Marco’s POV“THE SILENT VOW: DON DANTE TAKES A BRIDE.”I read the headline while my fist slams into the heavy bag, the impact echoing through the basement gym. The bag swings back toward me and I hit it again without slowing, my breathing controlled, my movements precise. Sweat runs down my back, s
Serena’s POVThe car slows, then stops.I don’t move right away. My hands are clenched in my lap, knuckles white against the pale fabric of the dress. The silence inside the vehicle feels deliberate, like I’m being given one last second to understand what’s coming.Then the gates close behind us.T
Serena’s POVThe door closed behind me with a sound that felt soft, precise, and absolute.The guard didn’t speak as he led me down the corridor. His footsteps were measured, rehearsed, like everything else in this house. The Romano estate swallowed sound the way it swallowed people. Thick carpets
Antonio’s POVI walk in expecting the usual silence and instead find her sitting at the table.For a second, my brain refuses to cooperate. The room looks wrong, the air feels wrong even the chair she’s in has never been occupied during these breakfasts, not once. My father preferred the space empt







