LOGINKyle.My target has finally settled in one place after moving around. It was difficult to follow him because I never planned this, but it was easy to locate him since he wasn’t in bed like everyone else. I watched him walk around with two men beside him through my monoculars. I wanted this to be as simple and easy as possible so I could get back to the house before anyone noticed I was gone.I left the house around one o'clock, and the time is now three, which means I have two more hours to wrap this up before everyone starts waking up in the mansion. To achieve a quick and non-taxing job, I have to use a gun—something I absolutely hate doing. I usually prefer to torture my targets, letting them experience the feeling of dying while still being alive, all while explaining to them the reason for their suffering.I relish the fear in their eyes when they realize that no one is coming to save them. I dropped the binoculars and loaded my gun, attaching the silencer before getting into pos
Kyle.I rushed out of the kitchen as if my foot were on fire. I was hard and angry with myself; I couldn’t believe I had just done that.What is wrong with me?Why would I do something like that and then expect her to act like none of it happened? How can I expect her to stay away from me now after what just took place in the kitchen?What I did was impulsive and stupid. I shouldn’t have fallen for that temptation. I knew that seeing her in her nightdress, looking like a temptress, I wouldn’t be able to leave unscathed. She was incredibly tempting, and I was struggling to control myself—not just because I wanted to kiss her and be with her in that moment, but because I wanted her for who she truly is. I don’t know if that makes sense, but that’s the truth of it. I just want to hold her in my arms and show her how much I’ve wanted her, but I can’t do that because I’m a jerk who can’t be seen with her because of my past.I hated overthinking this, and I feared my heart would burst from
Emilia. I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned in bed, and no matter how many times I tried closing my eyes or counted to fifty, I remained wide awake. My mind kept replaying the image of Kyle drinking from my glass, using the same spot I had just used before. I can’t even find the words to describe it.Watching him do that while holding my gaze was the hottest thing I had ever seen. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be kissed by him; I imagined his eyes staring into mine the same way they did while he was drinking. No matter what I did, I just couldn’t push that thought from my mind.Letting out a sigh, I glanced at the alarm clock; it was almost midnight, which meant everyone else must have been asleep by now. I threw the bedcover off and got out of bed, not bothering to put on my flip-flops because I didn’t want to make any noise. I pulled the door open and stuck my head out first to make sure no one was in the hallway. Once I was sure the coast was clear, I stepp
Kyle. Who are you? The question echoed in my mind as I was pulled back into the past. I could feel it gripping my heart, forcing me to revisit memories I’d rather forget. Honestly, I didn’t have an answer. I had no idea who I was. Yes, my name is Kyle, and I work for the Rossis, but beyond that, I don’t know who I am. I suppose I could say I am one of them, but I don’t want to associate myself with that name. It wasn’t there when I needed help; it wasn’t there when I needed someone to stand beside me. So, I stared blankly at Luciano, wondering why he was asking me this all of a sudden. We had worked together for years, and now he was questioning my identity? “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I finally said after a long silence. If there’s one thing I hate, it’s someone reminding me of my past—the failures I’ve experienced. I don’t take that lightly, especially not from someone like him. But starting a fight with Luciano would be foolish. “You heard me right, Kyle,” he sa
Kyle.If I hadn’t admitted that I was a weak man before, I think this is the right time to do so. I was weak, but not because I couldn't fight or take action; I was weak for one person, and that person’s name starts with the letter ‘E.’I haven’t been able to recover from seeing her and having her in my arms, only for her to do this. I couldn’t stop staring at her as she came down the stairs, her steps light and everything in place. She looked absolutely gorgeous, and any man in his right mind would compliment her and let her know just how pretty she was. The dress she wore was top-notch; it only added to my discomfort.I haven’t been able to sit still since she walked down those stairs, the dress clinging to her body like a second skin. She looked like an angel—an angel sent to tempt me and make me reconsider the words I had said to her years ago. I tried to stop looking at her, to not let anyone know I was staring, especially since I was sitting beside kids, but that was an impossib
Emilia.Everything around me faded into the background as I locked eyes with the man I loved. It was hard to believe that he was actually here, in my arms. I held my breath, hoping this wasn't just a dream; I wanted it to be real.We stared at each other as if no one else existed. His beautiful eyes, the ones that always sparkled when he smiled, seemed to see straight through me, and for a moment, I felt exposed. I leaned into him, craving his warmth and the familiar scent that I had missed so much. I had thought I would never experience that comfort again, but here I was, not only in his arms but with my face resting against his chiseled chest.Gosh, he felt so incredibly hot.I blinked rapidly, jolted back to reality by the excited screams of Violeta and Elio behind me. When I looked up at Kyle, my heart sank as I realized he was no longer looking at me; his gaze was directed toward the kids, who were running toward him with joyful cheers.“Are you going to let go of me?” he asked i







