Rhea, with a tinge of excitement within her, continued her day. When she got home, she made dinner and did some other chores while humming songs she had picked up recently. Pietro returned, and she served dinner. As they both ate, he noticed that her eyes seemed happier, and she was bubblier than usual. “You eyes are glowing, bambina. Anything new at work?”Rhea nodded. “I remembered something today.”That made him sit up to listen more. “A dream?” he asked cautiously.“No,” she said. “Not a dream or one of those foggy flashes. This…this one, zio, it felt real. Like a real memory. Something that actually happened.”He studied her face and saw her excitement. “Tell me.”“Today at the cafe, the television was on. I looked up and saw Governor Ricci speaking on the TV. Next thing I know, I was somewhere else. I saw myself in a ballroom or something like that.” She swallowed. “People, including myself, were dressed fancy, talking, and drinking. The governor was on something like a sta
It was just another morning. The sky was still pale with early light, casting long shadows through the small, sleepy Sicilian village.Rhea walked briskly toward the café, arms tucked into her light jacket, her boots tapping against the uneven cobblestones. The streets were mostly quiet at this hour, but a few familiar faces were out.“Buongiorno, Sofia!” called out Mrs. Fabici, the old florist who always opened her shop early.“Buongiorno, Mrs. Fabici,” Rhea smiled warmly.A young delivery boy cycled past and gave her a nod. She returned it with a polite smile, then turned into the narrow side street that cut behind the church, a quicker route she’d taken dozens of times.Then it happened.A black van screeched around the bend ahead. The sound of tires scraping the edge of the road made her stop mid-step. The van slowed too quickly and sharply, making her stomach twist. Something was wrong.The side door flew open.Two men in dark hoodies jumped out.Rhea froze for half a second befo
The hours crawled by in suffocating silence.The room they threw her into was dark and foul-smelling with no windows. Her hands were tied in front of her with a plastic zip tie, and it was nice of them not to have blindfolded her. The flickering bulb above her head buzzed faintly.Rhea sat in a corner, arms wrapped around herself. Her legs trembled, her thoughts racing.She thought about herself and thought about how unlucky her life seemed to be going. Not only was she shot in the chest and thrown into the river, but she woke up without any memory of herself, not even her name. She also found out she was pregnant And just as she had accepted her fate to start a new life for herself and her baby and pretend her past never mattered, now she had been kidnapped by these men. When it rains, it pours. Rhea thought to herself.Her thoughts flickered towards Pietro. How was he?Was he okay?He would be worried sick if she didn't come back home that evening. Had the kidnappers gone back
The sun was already setting at the time Pietro glanced at the old wall clock above the stove. The ticking hands mocked him with their indifference. 6:42 p.m.Rhea was late.It wasn’t unusual by itself. Sometimes the café stayed a little busy, and other times she got caught up chatting with that older woman who worked at the bakery next door. But today, it felt different.He hadn’t touched his stew. The pot simmered untouched on the stove, and the chair across from him remained empty. The house was quiet. Too quiet.He stood abruptly, the wooden chair scraping against the tile. He stepped outside, scanning the narrow dirt path that led to the main road. He could find no trace of her.“Maybe she stopped to pick something up,” he mumbled, rubbing his jaw, but the excuse didn’t sit well with him.He waited another twenty minutes. Then thirty. The knot in his gut only tightened. Finally, Pietro grabbed his coat and headed into town, ignoring the ache in his knees and the cold creeping into
Welcome, gentlemen,” the auctioneer’s smooth voice echoed through the darkened room, slick with excitement.“Tonight’s collection is one of the finest we’ve had in months. Fresh, untouched, exotic, each more tempting than the last. Let’s make this a night to remember.”A low murmur of anticipation rippled through the men. This was taking place in a private underground club somewhere in Italy with an undisclosed location and based on invitation only. A place where daughters, sisters, and wives of men who couldn’t pay debts were packaged and sold to the highest bidder.The room was dim, lit by clusters of golden bulbs, casting shadows on expensive suits, whiskey glasses, and barely restrained grins.Laughter and conversation simmered through the crowd.“Looks like they’ve upped the quality this time,” a man in a tailored grey suit whispered to his companion. “Last time was full of drugged-up messes.”“I heard they have a virgin in the lineup tonight,” another chimed in. “Apparently a
“Come with me.”The voice was low and calm but it cut through the noise like a blade.Rhea turned sharply, her eyes locking with the man who had pulled her from the stage only moments ago. He stood in front of her now, his posture relaxed but undeniably commanding. There was no question in his tone, no space for negotiation. The moment she hesitated, he turned his head just slightly, as if wondering who gave her the guts.“Where are you taking me?” she asked, her voice stronger than she felt.The man tilted his head.“I don’t hit women,” he said flatly, “so don’t make me consider exceptions. Walk.”The room around them seemed to blur as panic swirled inside her, but her legs moved before her mind caught up. She followed him, unsure if it was instinct or fear pushing her forward.They moved through a narrow corridor lit with golden lightbulbs, the muffled sounds of the ongoing auction fading behind them.Two men followed from a distance, they had to be his guards, she assumed.Rhea st
Chapter 61He didn’t flinch when she called him a monster.If anything, it seemed to amuse him.“I’ve been called worse,” he said dryly, smirking.“I hope your money was worth it, you monster,” she hissed, eyes blazing.Again he didn’t react, not with anger or violence He was just looking at her the way someone would look at their poorly behaved pet.Rhea’s chest rose and fell with quiet anger, but then her expression shifted. From defiance to desperation.“I’ll cooperate,” she said, with a steady voice. “If that’s what you want: obedience, compliance, silence, and no dramatics, I’ll give it to you.”He tilted his head slightly, curious but unmoved.“But I want one thing in return,” she continued, stepping forward a little. His expression hardened.“Do you think you’re in any position to ask for anything?” he said sharply, his voice low and unyielding. “I paid for you. I don’t need extra conditions to make you obey.”Rhea hesitated, throat tightening, but she forced herself to speak
A few days passed with Rhea being in her buyer's custody.The initial shock of being bought in at an underground auction had settled into something more complex within her.She had expected to be treated like a prisoner, a commodity to be exploited or discarded. But instead, much to Rhea’s surprise, she was left to herself. Even though her every move was watched, she was not being controlled.She was fed well, allowed to sleep in comfort, and most surprising of all, she wasn’t treated as a sex slave. Dmitri had not made any advances, not even a word suggesting that he might expect her to serve him in ways she feared.If anything, his distance was even more unnerving because it made her question what he wanted from her after buying her at such a ridiculous rate.He had barely spoken to her since the day he’d bought her and interrogated her. His presence loomed all over the mansion but it was always at a distance.Rhea couldn’t decide if it was a blessing or a curse.However, she knew
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