After what seemed like a long drive, they finally got to the destination—the Governor’s Manor. When they pulled up, one of Adrian’s men, who was in another car in their convoy, came out quickly and opened the door for Adrian and then for Rhea.Adrian stepped out first, straightened the collar of his tuxedo and the bow tie before stretching out his hand to Rhea. She hesitated but only for a second before she placed her hand on his.They looked so perfect together, a striking vision of power and excellence. His height, piercing eyes, and his sharp black suit complemented her breathtaking beauty, plus the red dress she wore. If you saw them, you’d know they weren’t just a couple but a dangerous force.As they entered the ballroom, heads turned and whispers were heard.“The new Mrs. Vitale.”“She’s stunning.”“A Moretti as a Vitale… the irony.”These and more were some of the side comments people made.“Stay close,” Adrian murmured at her ear, his breath hot against her skin.Rhea ignore
The hush that fell over the room was subtle and respectful, as the Governor of Palermo, Sicily, stepped onto the grand stage at the head of the ballroom.The governor, who was an older man, had silver hair and sharp eyes and was dressed in a crisp suit that cost more than most of the people in his city made in a year. Governor Francesco Ricci had been in office long enough to know that his real power did not lie in his policies but in the men standing in this very room.The mafia leaders, business tycoons, and corrupt officials.They were the real rulers of this city.“Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, his voice smooth and practiced, “welcome to another evening of unity and prosperity.”Rhea nearly scoffed.Unity? Prosperity? In a city where blood ran through the streets like rainwater? Where power changed hands not through elections, but through bullets?He must be kidding, she thought to herself.“It is because of our city’s greatest minds, our most dedicated leaders, that we continu
“Get us the fuck out of here,” Adrian ordered, his voice, commanding.“I’m trying!” Marco snapped, swerving through the narrow road, barely missing a row of parked cars. “They’re boxing us in!”Luca cursed. “We need to take them out before we get pinned.”Adrian finally moved, reaching for his gun. “Then let’s take them out.”In one swift motion, he shifted, lowering his window. The moment a black SUV pulled up beside them, he fired. He fired two quick shots, one of which went through the driver's side. The vehicle spun out and then slammed into a street lamppost.It was both terrifying and mesmerizing: the precision, the complete lack of hesitation. Adrian was lethal in a way that didn’t require theatrics. Every movement was calculated, every bullet counted.The last remaining SUV accelerated, trying to close the distance.“Marco,” Adrian warned.“Yeah, yeah, I see them,” Marco growled, steering the car toward a wider street. “Hold tight!”The moment they cleared the intersection, on
Adrian stared at Rhea, his fingers tracing her jawline as the words settled between them. His blue eyes looked directly into hers“You’re a virgin?” His voice was softer now, laced with surprise.Rhea held his gaze, refusing to shrink under his scrutiny. “Yes. But not naive,” she said to him, determined not to appear fragile.He was quiet, as if processing the weight of her words. He reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear before his fingers trailed down her throat and down to her chest.“You should’ve told me earlier,” he murmured, his thumb stroking her skin.“Would it have changed anything?” she countered. “Yes.”Rhea arched a brow. “Are you going to stop now?”A slow smile appeared on Adrian’s lips. “Not a chance.”He moved in then, capturing her lips in a deep, consuming kiss. It was different this time; less urgency, more reverence. “I promise I’ll be gentle with you, cara.”Having said that, he trailed kisses from her lips and moved downwards. When he got t
Rhea woke up slowly. She could feel an all-around soreness on her body, but mostly between her thighs. The dull ache between them was the first reminder of what happened last night between her and Adrian. She could feel the lingering warmth of his hands.Her eyes fluttered open, and was greeted by the soft golden light streaming in through the curtains covering the massive floor-to-ceiling windows of the bedroom that supposedly belonged to the both of them. He had never spent the night in this room before. It had always been just her, while he spent his nights somewhere else, sometimes not even within the estate.But last night changed that.She turned slightly, expecting to find him beside her, but the bed was empty. The sheets were cold on the side where he had lain last night.Of course, he was gone.What did she expect?Adrian Vitale was not a man who indulged in lingering softness. He had taken her, made her feel things she had never felt before, and then moved on, just like that
Adrian sat in his office in the city, staring at the amber liquid in his glass. He wasn’t one to drink in the office, but here he was trying to drown out his thoughts.His office was a blend of old-world and modern sophistication. It had dark mahogany Italian furniture and marble flooring. The walls were lined with leatherbound books and rare artifacts. Seated at the grand desk at the center of the office, he exuded authority.The room was well lit with the scent of expensive whiskey and polished wood filling. He had work to do, reports to go through, and deals to finalize, but his mind was somewhere else.Or rather, on someone else.Rhea.His fingers tightened around the glass as memories of last night played in his head. He remembered the warmth of her skin beneath his, the way she kept moaning his name, and the way her nails dug into his back, as if searching for something lost. It had been intense, more than he expected. More than he wanted to admit.She wasn’t supposed to get und
As soon as Adrian left for the office, Rhea did not waste any time. She locked herself in her bedroom, pulling out her phone with steady hands, though her heartbeat thrummed with urgency. She dialed Dante’s number, pressing the phone tightly to her ear as it rang.He answered after the first ring. “Rhea.”“I have news,” she said quickly, keeping her voice low. “But I can’t talk over the phone.”Dante exhaled. “I figured. We can’t be seen together so soon either.”“I know,” she replied, glancing toward the door, ensuring no one was eavesdropping. “Send Izzy. I’ll be in town for shopping. No one will suspect a sisterly outing.”There was a brief pause before Dante agreed. “Fine. I’ll tell her where to find you. Be careful, Rhea.”The call ended, leaving her with a heavy sense of anticipation. She had to tread carefully so that Adrian doesn’t discover the truthRhea was expecting Marco to be the one to accompany her, as Adrian had mentioned during breakfast. But when she stepped outside,
Adrian was seated at the back of his car being driven home when he felt the phone in his pocket vibrate. He brought the phone out and glanced at the caller ID.Dante Moretti.His jaw tightened as he stared at the name flashing across the screen. He considered letting it ring. Instead, he answered with deliberate slowness.“This is unexpected,” Adrian said with a steady voice.“We need to talk.” Dante’s tone was just as steady as his “Not over the phone.”Adrian exhaled through his nose, leaning back into the plush leather seat of his luxury Mercedes. If Dante wanted a meeting, probably he had important information for him.“Where?”“The Black Orchid.”The Black Orchid was a neutral zone, a place where men like them conducted business under the watchful eyes of the city’s underworld. Mafia lords and their businesses were known to frequent this place.“Give me an hour.”He hung up and said to the driver. “Make a U-turn. We’re heading back to the city. Black Orchid.”The Black Orchid was
Come with me, Rhea," Alex pleaded, his eyes filled with a hopeful plea. "Forget your past and run away with me to a new life in America. They think you are dead, amore. That’s even better; you never have to worry about them again. Forget that world that corrupts and bleeds."Rhea’s hands, still held captive in his warm grip, felt suddenly cold. She looked down at their intertwined fingers, it reminded her of a life of normalcy. A life before the lies and betrayals.She lifted her gaze back to Alex, his face was etched in sincerity. He looked even more sincere than when he was apologizing for cheating on her. He really meant this."Alex," she began, her voice softer now, but laced with a resolve. "You know I care about you. What Adrian did to you… it haunts me. You didn’t deserve any of that."He squeezed her hands gently. "Then come with me. Let’s leave all this behind. We can heal together. Start fresh."Rhea pulled her hands away slowly and instinctively placed a protective hand ov
Punching the elevator buttons with shaky fingers, Rhea stepped in the moment the doors slid open. By the time the elevator stopped at her floor, she was already yanking off her coat. She ran straight to her room, shut the door, and stripped off her clothes in a rush. The hospital gown went over her head in seconds, and she slipped into the sheets.Almost immediately, Anya burst in, breathless.“Signora…boss is coming. I looked in the park, you’re not there.” She went looking for Rhea when she saw Dmitri.“It’s ok, Anya. I saw him already.” Rhea said.Anya looked at her in disbelief, but Rhea’s attention was on the hallway expecting Dmitri’s presence.It took a while before he actually got to her room. Maybe he stopped to have a talk with the doctor or some other person. “Devushka moya,” Dmitri said softly as he stepped inside.Rhea offered a tired smile, her hand instinctively moving to rest over her belly. “Hi.”He walked over, leaned down, and brushed a kiss on her forehead. “Ho
Rhea sat still, absorbing the weight of the information being thrown at her. Her mind raced, struggling to process the implications of it all. Her father’s death was barely a few weeks after her wedding to Adrian. Was it Dante’s doing? Dante never really bothered searching for who killed Enrico. He just said it was Adrian Vitale. Which was why he told her to remain in the Vitale household to spy on them and get information.He never planned for revenge because he did it himself. He just used her to try to strengthen his empire. If what he was planning had worked he would have succeeded in eliminating both Enrico, the one he had a grudge against, and the Vitales, his rivals in the business.Rhea blinked hard, her thoughts were in chaos. “If Enrico wasn’t Dante’s father…” she whispered, trying to piece it together. “That means…we aren’t related at all. I’m not even his sister.”She took a slow breath. At best, Dante would be her cousin. And Izzy…his half-sister since they shared a mo
“We need to meet.” Rhea glanced at her phone screen as she read the text from her P.I.Her heart raced slightly at the urgency in his tone. They had just met two days ago before her scare with the miscarriage that had landed her in the hospital. So much had happened in such a short time, and now he was calling for another meeting. What had he found out? And why the urgency?During her checkups, the doctor had told her she could go home on the third day. However, Rhea knew she needed a window to meet with the P.I. She knew that If she went home, even though eventually she would resume her normal activities she was sure Dmitri would not let her go out immediately after her discharge.“Can I stay an extra day or two?” she asked the doctor the next morning, flashing him a charming smile. “I don’t trust myself at home.”The doctor, one who had a soft spot for her, smiled back. “Of course, Signora Sofia,” he replied. “It’ll be my pleasure coming in to check on you every day.”Rhea gave a
Adrian was back home early the next morning after spending the night with a woman he hadn’t bothered learning her name. He headed straight to his study, running his hand lazily through his hair. He preferred to start business early in his home office and then proceed to meetings later in the day. He had just relaxed into his chair when he heard a soft tap against the door.“Come in.”Antoinette stepped in, she was dressed in a tight dress and perfectly made up at that hour. “Buongiorno, Signor. Shall I make you breakfast?”Adrian glanced at her briefly, his face blank before giving a low nod.“Just coffee.”Her lips curved into a smile. She hesitated, lingering in the doorway longer than necessary. “Of course.”For months after Rhea’s death, Antoinette had been angling for Adrian’s attention. She would linger a little too long, her dressing just a little too tight. Even though she was an attractive woman, Adrian didn’t look at her twiceStill, maybe one day, she told herself. One
Luca leaned forward, voice low. “I heard something… from someone close to Dante Moretti. Word is Dante wants to propose a marriage alliance with Selene.”Adrian’s jaw clenched.“That’s why I’m bringing her up, fratello. If the Morettis and Bianchis merge, they might actually become a greater force. You know Dante, he doesn’t play fair when he wants power.”Adrian let out a slow breath and set his glass down with a soft clink.“Well,” he said, voice calm and deadly, “neither of them have the business volume we do. Even if they merge.”Luca raised a brow, unconvinced.“Our world of mafia now isn’t what it used to be,” Adrian continued,m. “It’s not about family ties or who killed who’s father anymore. It’s about money and wealth. Whoever has both, has power. And whoever has power… has control.”He leaned back, tapping Luca’s shoulder firmly. “We fucking rule Sicily and even beyond, fratello.”Luca smirked. “That’s true.”Adrian reached for his drink again. “Just gave Governor Ricci twent
“A partial placental abruption,” the doctor said. “Likely brought on by physical or emotional strain. We’re lucky it wasn’t worse. The baby’s heartbeat is stable, but we’ll be monitoring closely for the next few days.”Rhea had only nodded, absorbing the words without flinching.“You’ll be on strict bed rest for now. No sudden movement. No stress if you can avoid it.”Stress. The irony nearly made her laugh.He had asked if she had any questions. She only asked one.“How long do I have to stay?”“At least seventy-two hours for observation,” he replied. “But we’ll play it by ear. Your body will tell us what it needs.”The doctor glanced down at his notes, then looked back up. “We’ll be keeping a close eye on him, we want to make sure he stays safe through the final trimester.”Rhea blinked.“…Him?”The doctor paused, caught off guard by her tone. “Oh. I’m…sorry, I assumed you knew. Yes, you’re having a boy.”For a long moment, Rhea didn’t speak.She was having a boy.Her chest tighten
Rhea didn’t blink.Her fingers relaxed slightly on the edge of the table, and then she gave a soft laugh.“You’ve got some imagination,” she said, tilting her head. “Rhea Moretti? That’s quite the accusation.”The investigator didn’t smile. He simply sat there, watching her like a man who had already solved the puzzle and was now just waiting for the confession.Rhea’s eyes narrowed, the laughter vanishing. “And even if I were, why would you think telling me that was a good idea?”“Because I’m not here to threaten you,” he replied calmly. “I’m here because you asked me to dig. And I did. What I found just made things… clearer.”She leaned forward, voice sharp. “You don’t know me.”“No,” he agreed. “But I know people. And I’ve been in this line of work too long not to recognize when someone’s wearing a mask that fits too well. You didn’t flinch at Viktor Vitale’s name. You didn’t ask who he was. You asked how he died. You asked with the kind of hate that only comes from history.”Rhea
Days had passed since the Vladikov incident, and Dmitri was finally set to return from New York the next day.Rhea had already told him what transpired in the basement, that she had gone down there alone to confront Vladikov, hoping to force the truth out of him. She claimed he was unrepentant, cold, and even laughed in her face when she demanded to know why he tried to attack her. She then told Dmitri that Vladikov lunged at her, tried to strangle her and that Anton, hearing her screams, shot him to save her life.Dmitri cursed under his breath in Russian when she told him. “I need to extend my New York trip by a few days. I’m sorry, I know this is a bad time.” Dmitri had said to her during a phone call.“It’s no problem, Dmitri. Do what you have to do.” Rhea replied with a fake sadness. “Just don’t stay too long.”To be honest, that was an answered prayer as far as she was concerned even though she wanted to know about his New York business.Within those few days, Rhea met with di