LOGINCHAPTER FIVE
CALISTA
THREE YEARS AFTER
Three long, agonizing years of watching the world move behind my room.
I stood by my bedroom window, resting my palm against the cool pane, staring out at the expansive Donati estate.
Three years ago, when Rheyes turned the key in my door, I thought I would suffocate in this room.
In those early months, he had been distant, rarely speaking to me and keeping me locked under strict twenty-four-hour surveillance, treating me less like a person and more like a fragile artifact he was obsessed with keeping safe.
I had read the books in my room a hundred times over, as I had nothing else to do. The guards never spoke to me, because they were working on Rheye's orders.
A sudden movement near the marble fountain drew my attention down to the garden.
My chest tightened, a familiar ache piercing straight through my ribs.
Rheyes was walking down the stone pathway, and walking beside him, with her delicate hand resting lightly on his forearm, was Lui Lanchi—the Second daughter of the Lanchi family, and Rheyes’s arranged fiancée.
The match had been orchestrated by his father two years ago to solidify an alliance between two of the most powerful families in the syndicate.
Watching her laugh at something he said made my stomach twist into a bitter knot. She was everything this world wanted: refined, born into money, and pure-blooded.
Everything I wasn't.
As if sensing the violent shift in my pulse, Rheyes stopped abruptly mid-stride.
Without a word to his fiancée, his head tilted upward. His dark eyes cut through the afternoon light, locking directly onto mine through the glass.
The air in my lungs vanished. For a second, the distance between us melted away, replaced by that heavy, suffocating tension that had always bound us together.
I yanked myself back from the glass, retreating into the deep part of my room, my heart hammering like a trapped bird against my chest.
Clang!
In my haste to step back, my shoulder clipped the edge of the side table.
A heavy crystal vase wobbled before crashing down onto floor, shattering into a hundred jagged pieces.
Before I could even process the noise, the heavy oak doors of my room were violently thrown open.
“Calista!”
Rheyes breached the doorway like a bullet. He had abandoned his fiancée on the garden trail, sprinting up the second the sound echoed through the compound.
His dark eyes were wide, frantic with panic as his gaze swept the room, checking every corner for a threat.
“I’m fine!” I gasped, stepping back. “It was just an accident, I—”
“Don't move,” he commanded, his voice low and raspy.
He didn't care about the guards lingering nervously in the hallway.
He didn't care about the rules. In three long strides, he crossed the room, dropping to one knee right in front of me.
He reached out, his hands gently grasping my ankles to ensure no stray shards of glass had cut through my skin.
“You’re shaking,” he murmured, his hands sliding up, lifting me slightly to set me safely on the edge of the bed away from the glasses.
“Rheyes, stop,” I whispered, my voice trembling as his touch sent a wave of electric heat straight through my blood. “The guards... your fiancée...”
He ignored me entirely. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a handkerchief, and gently wiped a speck of dust from my knee, his thumb lingering against my skin far longer than necessary.
The proximity was unbearable. The scent of leather, and dark cedarwood filled my senses, making my head spin.
“I told you to be careful,” he rasped, his eyes darkening as he stared up into mine, his face inches from my knee. “If you get hurt in this room, Calista, I will lose my mind.”
“Rheyes?”
A soft, melodic voice echoed from the doorway.
Lui Lanchi stood on the foyer, but her face completely pale.
She watched Rheyes kneeling at my feet, his hands cradling my legs with tenderness he had never once offered her.
I saw the exact moment the realization hit her. I watched her eyes track the unspoken, suffocating heat between us.
Lui’s expression hardened, a flash of bitter envy sparking in her eyes.
She looked at my simple nightgown, my messy hair, and the effortless hold I had over the future Don.
Suddenly, Lui pressed a hand to her forehead, letting out a soft, breathless gasp.
Her eyelids fluttered, and before anyone could move, her knees buckled. She collapsed onto the floor of the corridor with a sharp thud.
"Miss Lanchi!"
Heavy, frantic footsteps echoed down the hall as three guards rushed forward, surrounding her in a panic.
"Don Rheyes! She's fainted! She isn't breathing properly!" the lead guard shouted, looking into the room with terrified eyes.
Rheyes froze, his thumb still resting against my skin.
His jaw clenched, every muscle in his body became rigid. His gaze remained locked on mine.
"Rheyes..." I whispered, pulling my leg back from his hold, severing the contact between us. "Go."
"Calista—" he rasped, his voice dropping into a rough growl.
"Go to her," I choked out, a bitter smile touching my lips as I gestured toward the door.
"Your sister will be fine. But your fiancée won't."
The word fiancée hung in the air like a blade. I could notice the moment his eyes twitched when I said Sister.
He looked at my cold, distant face, then back at the guards crowding around Lui in the hallway.
Slowly, he stood up. He didn't say a word, but the silent promise lingering in his gaze was suffocating.
He turned on his heel and stepped out into the corridor, leaning down to scoop Lui's limp body up into his arms.
As he carried her away down the grand staircase, I remained sitting on the edge of my bed in the quiet room, watching the
door click shut once more as tears rolled down my eyes.
CHAPTER FIVECALISTATHREE YEARS AFTER Three long, agonizing years of watching the world move behind my room.I stood by my bedroom window, resting my palm against the cool pane, staring out at the expansive Donati estate. Three years ago, when Rheyes turned the key in my door, I thought I would suffocate in this room. In those early months, he had been distant, rarely speaking to me and keeping me locked under strict twenty-four-hour surveillance, treating me less like a person and more like a fragile artifact he was obsessed with keeping safe.I had read the books in my room a hundred times over, as I had nothing else to do. The guards never spoke to me, because they were working on Rheye's orders. A sudden movement near the marble fountain drew my attention down to the garden.My chest tightened, a familiar ache piercing straight through my ribs.Rheyes was walking down the stone pathway, and walking beside him, with her delicate hand resting lightly on his forearm, was Lui Lan
CHAPTER FOUR CALISTAWhen I opened my eyes, I was back in my bedroom at the Donati estate. My neck was neatly bandaged, and someone had changed me into a soft cotton nightgown.For a split second, I prayed it had all been a nightmare.Then memory rushed back—the explosion, the warehouse, the blood, the horrifying monster Rheyes had become.Panic seized my chest. I scrambled out of bed, my bare feet hitting the cold floor as I rushed to the door. I grabbed the brass handle and pulled.It didn't budge.I rattled it violently. It was locked from the outside.“Hey!” I shouted, pounding my fists against the door. “Open the door! Mom! Someone!”The heavy lock clicked, and the door swung open.I took a step back, expecting Rheyes, but instead, two towering guards stepped into the doorway, with their arms folded, blocking the entire frame.“Move aside,” I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady. “I need to see my mother. I need to speak to Rheyes.”“You are not permitted to leave this r
CHAPTER THREECALISTADarkness was the first thing that greeted me.Then it was darkness, and the stench of damp concrete, and stale tobacco.My head throbbed violently, a sharp spike of pain shooting behind my eyes every time my heart beat. The flashback had left a ringing in my ears that was only now beginning to fade into the background noise of heavy footfalls echoing off concrete walls.I blinked, trying to focus my vision through the haze.I was tied to a cold metal chair in what looked like an abandoned warehouse. My arms were pulled behind my back, bound tight at the wrists with thick rope that bit into my skin every time I tried to move."Look at that," a raspy voice echoed from the shadows. "The princess is awake."Two men stepped into the light.They were large, unkempt, and reeked of cheap booze and sweat. Their vests were slung over their shirts, and heavy pistols hung at their hips. The one on the left had a jagged scar cutting across his jaw, while the other carried
CHAPTER TWO CALISTAThe food became hard to pass my throat after he placed the piece on my plate. It felt like I was starting a war, because his father never took his eyes off me. I walked away from the dining room, hoping the next time I see Rheyes would be away from his father. Our second encounter happened two days later, far away from his father's watchful eyes.I was out in the private estate gardens, trying to clear the heavy air from my chest by tending to the rosebushes. The morning sun was warm, and I had grabbed the heavy rubber garden hose to water the soil around the bottom of the shed.I turned it on, but the old fitting hissed violently, and before I could step back, the worn rubber seam split completely open.A high-pressure stream of cold water erupted directly into my chest and face.I gasped, laughing and sputtering as I dropped the twisting hose that had already soaked me to the skin. My white linen shirt clung to my frame, as cold water dripped down my hair an
CHAPTER ONECALISTAThe scent of garlic, rosemary, and rich tomato sauce drifted through the kitchen of the Donati estate. To anyone else, it was the smell of a welcoming feast. But to me, it was merely a distraction from the tight knot twisting in my stomach.“Calista, stop staring out the window and hand me the olive oil,” my mother, Calia, ordered, her voice laced with annoyance. She adjusted her collar for the hundredth time, constantly glancing at the antique clock on the wall. Ever since she got married into the Donati family, every breath she took was dedicated to proving she belonged in this world of blood, gold, Guns, and war.“Here, Mother,” I said softly, passing her the glass bottle. My voice was steady, even if my heart was beating so against my ribs, so much that I could hear it. I leaned back against the marble counter, letting my eyes drift out toward the courtyard.I was excited. Beyond excited, if you'll ask me, but I was hiding it under a cool layer of calm, the
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