Leo’s POV
She fucking ruined me.
My wife, my fucking obsession whom I chosed myself. It wasn't supposed to sting but it does. I spoilt her way too much but why did she hate me to fucking leak a very important Intel that was going to bring down my Empire.
We had to leave the city at the moment, it was a mess. I needed to think, to re-strategize and clear my name for a while. I had doctors checked on Alessia, dressed her wounds and I hope she remembers every fucking night of her life how I fucked her, fuck me!
Why does it look like I was the one who kept remembering how she fell apart in my arms?
It's been weeks now and I've tried to keep her at arms length. Was it working? yes! Was I okay? No! It was missing with my fucking brains but I needed to put boundaries.
But she still had the audacity to walk around my penthouse like she didn’t detonate a bomb in my fucking chest.
I ignored her. Stone-fucking-col
Alessia’s POVI should have known he’d bring me back here.The moment I stepped through the front door, the scent of old wood and stronger memories slapped me harder than the hand that came next. The familiar creak of the floorboards was barely audible over the sharp crack of my mother-in-law’s palm colliding with my cheek.He brought me to back to his House, my nightmare."Gold-digging slut," My ex mother in law hissed through clenched teeth, her eyes wild with something between fury and disbelief. "This is why you married my son, isn’t it? To ruin him? To sleep your way into another man's bed while he rotted in a prison cell?" She yelled and she grabbed my hair and I staggered back, blinking through the sting of tears, the taste of copper blooming on my tongue.She didn’t ask how I escaped the police with all the humiliation thrown at me. She didn’t ask where the blood on my clothes came from. Not a singl
Alessia's PovHe looked the same with the same calculated smirk back then at the station when he toyke he was working for Leo, the same hollow eyes that once made my skin crawl under the pretense of love. He stepped inside like he owned the fucking air and kicked the chair opposite me, causing it to crash into the wall with a loud thud.“Well, well, well. Look at this disloyal slut,” he sneered, voice like venom dipped in gasoline. “Thought you’d play detective with your legs open and get away with it?”The slap that came from him hit me like a whip and the tape ripped off my face along with half my skin as I gasped from the sting and the humiliation.“I should’ve let Leo fucking kill you when he had the chance back then,” he said, voice low with fury. “But I told them I wanted you alive. I wanted to see the look on your face when you realiz
Alessia’s POVThey kept me in the dark, literally and figuratively that I wondered what was the difference between hell and reality.My hands were bound behind me with zip ties that cut into my skin every time I dared to shift. A strip of filthy duct tape stuck my lips shut, making my breathing erratic through my nose, and the only thing louder than the sound of my panicked breath was the cold silence that surrounded me.I don’t know how long I sat there. Minutes? Hours? Time felt warped in that hellhole. My only source of light came from the surveillance screen mounted in front of me like some twisted theater display for me to watch.And on it… was Leo. It was the most heart wrenching and disgusting sight ever that made me whimpered.He looked battered, bloody and broken on his knees like a goddamn animal. His face swollen on one side, split lip dripping crimson, and his chest rising and falling in shallow bursts. I gasped behind the tape and cried so hard.My husband who would do an
Leo's Pov"No choice now, huh, Leo?”I coughed out a breath and spat at his feet. “36490. It's in my safe in my VIP bedroom. Go fetch it, mutt.”Viktor’s eyes lit up like a junkie getting his next hit. “See? Fuck! That wasn’t so hard.”I ignored him and twisted my hands with the iron chains on me but that bitch hurt like hell. He stood up and turned toward the steel door and my sister—the psycho with murder in her mascara was leaning there like some final boss.She was obsessed with me as always and I'm tired of these sick games. If not for the blood running in the same veins as mine, I would have killed her way too long ago.“You dearest sister came to pay you a visit, I'm so emotional right now.” Viktor called, tossing her a gun like it was a fucking party favor. “Have your fun with him. He’s all yours but don't bomb my den with explosives.”She caught the gun mid-air, eyes gleaming as she nodded at him.“Finally! You’ve got no idea how long I’ve waited for this, Leo.” She grinned a
Leo's POVI didn't know how long I'd stayed here, but it shouldn't be up to 48 hours since Viktor left. I spat blood to the side, tasting the copper and dirt.My vision was wrecked, one eye swollen shut and the other barely hanging on. Those bastards had done a number on me. My knuckles were bruised from hitting that reinforced steel wall, but it didn’t mean shit to me. Pain was old news. Betrayal? That was the real venom burning through my veins.Across from me, Viktor sat like he was in some five-star fucking lounge, legs crossed, his smirk dragging across the bruised mess of my pride. That motherfucker had balls, I’d give him that. Too bad I was going to cut them off and make him eat ‘em before I was done.“You look like shit, Leo…sorry about that.” he said, voice smooth like he hadn’t just ordered a firing squad on my empire. "Guess that’s what betrayal does to kings buy you're making it really ha
Leo's POVThere’s nothing quite like waking up with your face splattered across every damn billboard in New York, labeled "Most Wanted" like I was some kind of urban legend. The goddamn media was having a field day, feeding on the blood they thought I spilled, twisting truths like it was their birthright and calling me all sort of twisted names , going as far as calling me a pedophile just to get the public's outrage. Wow! Fucking great to twh reputation I've been trying so hard to build for years.CNN, TMZ, hell—even the Weather Channel threw my mug up on the screen like a damn forecast of doom.I watched from the crack in the rusted door of this concrete shit hole they dared to call a holding cell. It was more like a grave. Which station has these poor facilities? Even if I'm facing a trial, am I not supposed to be in the damn Interrogation room? No daylight, no damn ventilation, just me, four walls, and the lingering scent of piss and betrayal. I wasn’t chained up like some crim