FAZER LOGIN~MARCELLA~My greatest fear is here!“No…” I shake my head, backing away slightly. “No, that’s not…..no…”“Marcella…” my daddy’s voice is behind me now.But I don’t turn.I can’t.Because if I do…If I face this…It becomes real.“That’s not him…” I whisper, my voice trembling violently. “It’s not Lucas… it can’t be Lucas…”But then the doors swing open briefly just for a second, and I see it.Doctors surrounding him, machines, wires, and his body…too still.“Flatline!” someone shouts.My entire world shatters.“No!” I scream, lunging forward, but strong arms grab me before I can reach him.“Let me go!” I cry, struggling violently. “Lucas! LUCAS!!”The doors slam shut again, and he’s gone from my sight, but not from my mind.Because I heard it.That sound.That horrible, endless beep.“I told you…” my voice breaks into hysterical sobs. “I told you… I told you he was dying…”My body gives out again, collapsing as the pain becomes too much to hold inside.“I didn’t
~MARCELLA~The drive feels endless.Too fast… yet not fast enough.My hands grip the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles ache, my entire body trembling as I follow behind my daddy’s car.He’s driving like a madman.The car swerves dangerously, tires screeching as we cut through traffic like nothing else matters.And my Lucas is in there.Not with me.And it feels wrong…..so wrong.“Come on… come on…” I whisper under my breath, my voice shaking as I press harder on the accelerator.The distance between our cars feels like a knife twisting in my chest.What if something happens before we get there?What if he stops breathing?What if… I wasn’t there?“No…” I shake my head violently, tears blurring my vision. “No, no… he’s fine… he has to be fine…”But my heart doesn’t believe it.Because I saw the blood.I saw how still he was.I saw how close I came to losing him before, and now I'm about to lose him now.A sob escapes my lips, and I quickly wipe my face with
~MARCELLA~My daddy's hand grabs Xavier’s collar, lifting him like he weighs nothing.And then, he throws him hard and violently.Xavier’s body crashes violently against the wall, a pained groan ripping out of him as he collapses to the floor.“SHOOT THEM!” one of the remaining men shouts desperately.Guns raises, and everything happens at once.And I feel sorry for the men who just made the worst mistake of their lives.Daddy Vincenzo and Daddy Riccardo don’t even move from where they stand, but two men drop dead.Stephanie screams again, her body jerking violently against the ropes.“Oh my God….Steph….”I rush toward her, my legs weak, almost stumbling, but I don’t stop.I can’t.I reach her, my hands fumbling with the ropes.“I’m so sorry… I’m so, so sorry…” I choke out, tears blurring my vision again. “This is my fault… I’m so sorry…..”“NO….!” the third man shouts, reaching for his gun, but he doesn’t even get the chance to lift it.A bullet hits him st
~MARCELLA~The air changes the moment Daddy Vincenzo gives the order.“Kill them.”It’s like the entire room inhales at once…and forgets how to breathe.Fear spreads instantly……thick, suffocating, and alive.I see it in their eyes.Every single one of them.The men who had been so confident…so cruel just seconds ago…now look like prey.Their hands tremble. Their feet shift back. Their breathing turns uneven.Because they know.They know exactly what those two words mean.No one is walking out of here alive.My eyes shift, and that’s when I notice Albert.Standing stiffly near the wall, his face pale, his confidence completely gone.His eyes lock onto my daddies, and I see it.I see the recognition…. pure, terrifying recognition.His man standing beside him recognized my daddies first.“Shit…” he breathes under his breath, dragging a shaky hand through his hair. “This…this is bad…”His gaze flickers between Daddy Vincenzo, Daddy Riccardo…then finally lands on my fa
The moment Nico Romano’s phone buzzed, something inside him stilled, because he has been feeling uneasy for a while.He was in the middle of a meeting….voices speaking, papers sliding across the polished table, numbers being discussed, but none of it mattered the second his eyes dropped to the screen.My little princess.His jaw tightened instantly.For a brief second, something softer flickered in his eyes…..his princess texting him in the middle of the day.She rarely texted him during work hours unless it mattered. Unless it was important. Unless… she needed him.His fingers moved fast, unlocking the phone, scanning the text, and everything in him went cold.The air around him shifted violently.The men seated around the table felt it instantly…the drop in temperature, the sudden, suffocating tension.One of them instinctively straightened in his seat. Another slowly lowered the document in his hand, sensing danger without understanding it.Nico slowly rose to his feet.His chair sc
~MARCELLA~No.No… no… no…This isn’t happening.This can’t be happening.My entire body is shaking so violently that the chair beneath me creaks, my wrists burning against the ropes as I struggle uselessly.“Lucas…!”My voice breaks the moment his body slams against the floor.The sound…God, the sound of it….It echoes in my head like something snapping.Like something ending.“Get up,” Xavier says lazily.And I watch him.I watch Lucas try.I watch his body tremble as he pushes against the floor, like every single bone in him is screaming in pain.And then…“Beat him.”My heart stops. “No…!”The first punch lands, and I flinch violently.The second punch lands, and I scream.The third punch, tears blur my vision completely.“STOP! PLEASE STOP!” I cry, my voice tearing out of my throat. “PLEASE DON’T DO THIS TO HIM!”But they don’t stop. They don’t even hesitate.It’s like they’re not even human. They keep on punching, kicking, and blowing him over and over again.And Lucas…He’s not
~MARCELLA~My bedroom door suddenly swings open. I spin around so fast my head nearly explodes.And there she is.Stephanie.Standing in the doorway like she owns the place, holding a glass of water in one hand and a small bottle of pills in the other.“Good morning, slee
~MARCELLA~I didn't hear from Lucas after I sent out the gifts. I waited and waited, but still nothing.I am tempted to call him, but it takes every ounce of strength in me not to ask around for his number after realizing I don't even have his number.Yes, I admit that I want
~LUCAS~“I can't accept this,” I say quietly. “I'm returning this back.”Albert grabs my hand. “Guy, are you okay? What are you doing?”“This is too much,” I repeat, still packing the gifts into the box.My movements are rushed, clumsy. Like if I do it fast enough, I wo
~MARCELLA~I can't stop thinking about what happened during the day.By nightfall, I have exhausted all my usual coping mechanisms.My first mechanism is food.I order enough takeout to feed a small family…rice, chicken, fries, cake, because if heartbreak won’t kill me, ch







