“She’s done. Throw her in the canal. Let the fishes take care of the rest.”Adrian wanted to speak, to protest so that they don’t throw Rhea’s body away like garbage. But he couldn’t. He was paralyzed by the pain of the whole incident. He watched as the men dragged Rhea’s limp body away.The two men, one holding her by her legs and the other holding her by her hands, made their way towards the cold river, and when they got there, they threw her body into the water, creating a soft splash. Victor looked at Adrian one final time. “Let the fishes take her. She’s no longer worth anything.”Adrian shook his head. And they all headed back into their cars in silence and left the scene.****Everything around her is a blur. She could feel pain explode through her body like fire. She was shot; she knew that, but even with the pain, she felt her world slipping away.Her knees buckled beneath her, and she collapsed as there was nothing to hold unto. And then… cold!!Cold, icy water swallowed h
Blink… blink… blink… blink….blink.A pair of eyes flutters open. It’s Rhea’s, and immediately she felt a pulse of warmth. Her body was sore, and every muscle and joint was stiff, but the warmth felt strange and foreign.She blinked slowly.At first, everything was blurry; shapes and light blended together, looking unclear like a smeared painting. Her body felt heavy, like it had been weighed down by sleep for days. Every breath was tight, and her heart ached in a way that made it hard for her to move.She forced herself to take a deep breath, and she felt this aching pain in her lungs. There were bandages around her midsection, not too neat but tied tightly enough to keep her wound from bleeding.Every part of her body hurt.She squinted her eyes against the soft light coming from a nearby window. It wasn’t too bright, and it seemed like it was late in the afternoon going to evening.Her head was pounding with a throbbing headache.She was lying on something; it was soft but uneven. W
As days went by, Rhea tried to remember who she was.She would close her eyes and try to chase shadows in her mind. There were no faces, or names, or places she could remember. The only thing she remembered was slipping into the river, feeling cold and her body sinking into the darkness.Her entire mind was blank; it was like if her mind and memories was a painting of different colours and then someone painted over it with a thick brush of black.Her whole body still ached, and her chest was still heavy from where she was shot, but at least she was breathing better now. She was finally able to move around the cottage house by the river.One of those evenings, she came outside and sat on a wooden bench just outside the house, her shoulders still wrapped around with a thick, long cloth. As she sat there, the breeze from the water carried the scent of salt and distant memories.She watched the sunset, and this was usually the time that Pietro, the fisherman who had saved her life, would
That night, Rhea’s dream was quite vivid.She had decided to stop trying to force her memories, but there was nothing forced about that night’s dream. It was different.In her dream, the world around her was different, more modern and sophisticated. The environment and the house she found herself in oozed of wealth and power. She was standing in a lush, floral garden in the big compound, caressing the flowers and smelling them.And then she lifted her face from the bunch of rose flowers she was smelling and turned around; that was when she saw him.He was a tall, handsome man with striking features. Jet black hair that was sleeked back in an effortless manner, icy blue eyes that stared directly into her soul and a well-defined muscular structure.She couldn't tell who he was, but she could feel the connection between them like a magnet. It was undeniable, and she could sense him longing for her and vice versa. He was a part of her and it felt like they had known each other forever.He
Adrian was seated in his office, which is located in the city. He had just spent the whole day in meetings and speaking with business partners.Some needed an extra level of convincing that things were back to normal and that their businesses and investments were safe with the Vitales, and Adrian did a good job at that.His icy blue eyes were lost in thoughts; his mind drifted off to Rhea, and the ache he felt in his chest today was still as heavy as the day he found out about the betrayal and everything that followed it.Luca came into the office, and shortly after, Marco entered.Adrian didn’t look up yet as he flipped through some documents on his table before finally speaking.“Any news about the fucking Bianchis?” Adrian asked, still with his face buried in the documents.“Quiet. Almost too quiet,” replied Marco.Adrian looked up, his eyes narrowing. “I don’t like quiet. It means they are planning something. What are they playing at?”Marco exchanged a quick glance with Luca, who
When Adrian entered the casino , a lot of eyes turned to him. He was the almighty Vitale, of course. Even some smaller mafia family members in attendance recognised the arrival of a larger player, therefore knowing they were no longer in charge. The casino was alive with energy, and the lights shone and sparkled very brightly. People were everywhere, laughing, talking, and shouting. You could also hear loud shouts of joy from people that had just won big.The crowd was mixed with well-dressed men and beautiful women dressed beautifully. Waitresses were carrying drinks around with smiles on their faces and engaging customers.Flanked by two of his men, he made his way towards the VIP section. Here, only the rich who were willing to gamble with hundreds of thousands of dollars were allowed to play. There was no room for bargainers or low-level gamblers. When he got to the VIP section, he joined the men there playing a game of poker. Chips were stacked in front of them, indicating the
“Fine. But don’t think for one second this changes anything.” Selene said, rolling her eyes. Adrian’s smirk didn’t fade. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”“There’s an extra catch to the fun we having tonight.” Selene looked up at him with delight. “What?”Adrian leaned in closer, his lips almost grazing her ear as he whispered, “I want another girl.”Selene pulled back slightly, her eyes narrowing as she processed Adrian’s words.Her lips curled into a tiny smile. She wanted his dick inside her, but she was equally down for some extra fun; after all, she was a bad girl. But why didn’t Adrian want just her?“A threesome, then?” She asked, a mix of bitterness and amusement in her voice.Adrian gave a slight nod, his smirk very noticeable. “Exactly. One that you won’t forget.”The idea wasn’t foreign to her; she knew exactly what he was capable of. She smiled. “Well, if that’s the case, I’m choosing.”Adrian slapped her butt lightly.“Hahaha….. I’m gonna have to trust your judgement, Selene.”
Adrian and the ladies made their way to the luxury suite that was always reserved for him in the hotel section of the casino.When they got to the suite, the bucket of champagne bottles he had ordered prior was already waiting for them on the table that was at the center of the room. “Mmmmhhh… Champagne,” the blonde said with excited eyes. “I told you tonight was for fun.” Adrian said as he picked up one bottle from the bunch and opened it. Selene at the other end of the room smiled. She was already tipsy from all the whisky she had consumed at the casino.More champagne couldn’t hurt.He poured the drink into glasses for them, and they both picked it up and gulped from it. While still savouring the rich taste of the drink, Adrian pushed the blonde against the wall in a dominating manner. He studied her face, and the next thing, he tore her dress from the middle. The two ladies gasped at the display of strength. Adrian smirked while still pinning her against the wall. And then
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