Se connecterHello lovely readers!❤️ Who do you think is walking towards her? The boring, handsome guy? Or the second guy??
~MARCELLA~I take one slow step closer to him, letting the bass roll through my body.I stop just close enough for him to smell my perfume—warm, sweet, dangerous.Up close, he’s even better. Sharp jaw. Long lashes. Lips that look like they’ve never learned how to beg. Calm eyes that don’t rush me, don’t undress me openly like the others.That alone makes me want to ruin him.I trace a finger lightly along the edge of his drink, then tap the glass.“You look like someone who doesn’t belong here,” I say, voice smooth, curious. “Too calm. Too… put together.”His gaze drops briefly to my finger, then lifts back to my eyes.“And what about you?” he asks.I smile slowly. “Oh, I belong everywhere.”I slide closer, my thigh brushing his, deliberately unhurried. I lean in like I’m about to share a secret.“You know,” I murmur, “most men would’ve already asked my name by now.”“And you’d tell them?” he asks.I laugh softly. “No. But I’d like the effort.”His lips twitc
~TWENTY TWO YEARS LATER~ ~MARCELLA~I weave my way onto the dance floor with Stephanie, my best friend, finding the beat as I sway my hips and lose myself in the groove, erupting loud cheering noises from the hungry crowd whose hungry eyes are ravaging all over my body.I'm putting on a very short wine dress that exposes all my cleavages and legs.I dance, I jump, I spin, I rock my best friend, I shake my ass and make seductive moves. I love the heat of the eyes on me as I am twerking my bouncy butt. I have been frequenting the club almost every day that I send the right signals as I dance and soon, grooving men get closer and start spraying some cash on me.“Marcella,” my best friend shouts over the music, grabbing my wrist to stop me from spinning into another group of dancers. “Why do you have so much energy? Did you drink something or smoke before coming out?”I grin at her, breathless. “I spent most of my childhood being locked up. Now, I'm finally free.
~ELENA~“Help!” I cry out in tears. “Somebody please help!”The sound of my own voice echoes back to me, useless.A man slams the door shut. The engine roars.And just like that, they’re gone.Two of my daughters.Gone.I crawl after them, knees scraping against metal and shattered glass, my hands reaching for nothing but smoke and heat. The baby in my arms is screaming….high, broken, terrified, and I clutch her tighter, rocking even as my mind fractures.“No… no… no…” I sob, my chest burning. “Please… please…”Valentina is on the ground, bleeding from her forehead. Gianna is screaming, trying to run after the speeding vehicle before a guard tackles her back.Everything feels unreal. Like I’ve slipped out of my body and left something hollow behind.I can’t breathe. I can’t think.I can’t feel anything except the unbearable, soul-ripping truth….They took my babies.I press my face into the tiny blanket against my chest, shaking violently. “I’m sorry,” I whis
~ELENA~“Get the babies now!”Something in my tone snaps them into motion. Valentina reaches for one baby. Gianna scoops up another. I clutch the third to my chest, heart racing.Vincenzo appears instantly. “What is it?”“I don’t know,” I whisper. “But something’s wrong.”He studies my face for a long moment, then nods sharply.“Lockdown,” he orders into his phone.The house seals quietly—no alarms, no chaos. Just subtle shifts. Doors lock. Guards reposition.Five minutes later, a voice crackles over comms.“Movement detected near the west perimeter. Long-range surveillance.”I sag slightly, my instincts screaming I knew it.They weren’t inside.They were watching.Testing. Waiting.That night, I sit in the nursery long after everyone else sleeps, rocking my daughters one by one. The moonlight paints silver lines across the walls.I press my lips to a tiny forehead and whisper the truth I can no longer deny.“They’re coming.”*****The attack doesn’t come loudly.I
~ELENA~“My daughter belongs to all of them,” I announce.Laughter breaks out—low, cruel, disbelieving.“Daughters?” one of them repeats. “You expect us to believe three men fathered three identical children?”“Yes,” I reply boldly.Outrage erupts.“That’s perversion!”“That’s an insult to legacy!”“That’s not how blood works!”“That’s exactly how our blood works,” Vincenzo cut in. “Those girls belong to all of us. We raise them. We protect them. We die for them.”He turns to me then, his expression soft for just a second.Then he faces the Council again.“She’s right,” he says. “I am their father. So is Nico. So is Riccardo.”The room explodes more.“This is madness!”“You expect us to accept three fathers?”“You expect us to register bastards with no lineage?”“They are not bastards!” I shout.Silence slams down again.“They are wanted,” I continue, tears burning my eyes. “They are loved. They are protected. And they will not be split, hidden, or erased to
~ELENA~I know something is wrong the moment they come back into my room after taking Fiorella and Marcella to the nursery.Not because they say anything.But because the house feels… heavier.Vincenzo closes the door behind them carefully, like the walls might be listening. Nico doesn’t joke. Riccardo doesn’t come straight to Camilla like he's supposed to.They just stand there.Three powerful men who usually fill every room they enter ….suddenly quiet, tense, coiled.My stomach tightens.“What happened?” I ask.Vincenzo looks at me like he’s deciding whether to lie.He doesn’t.“The Mafia council called us. They are calling for a meeting.”“They called too fast,” Nico says.“They were patient longer than I expected,” Vincenzo replies. “Which means they’ve decided something.”The word Council lands like a gunshot in my chest.I straighten slowly, Camilla still sleeping against me. My body is sore, my arms weak, but fear gives me strength I didn’t know I had.







