Dmitri's fingers traced the raised scar along Rhea's chest, his calloused skin catching slightly on the uneven flesh. The soft rustle of the sheets was the only sound in the dimly lit room, a quiet contrast to the storm of thoughts swirling in Rhea’s mind.“Missed you, davushka,” Dmitri murmured with a husky voice. “Two days of your absence felt longer.”Rhea smiled, her lips curving softly as she turned toward him, her face relaxing in the warmth of his presence. “I missed you too,” she replied in a genuine voice.Leaning in, she pressed a soft kiss to his chest.She had spent two days away from Milan, away from Dmitri’s world, her new world. She went to visit Pietro to ensure her savior was alright. He was forever going to remain a part of her life, no matter how far or how high she went.Pietro’s concerned eyes never left her as she sat beside him on the front porch just like old times, the small cottage by the river a far cry from the lavish spaces of Dmitri’s mansion. “You rea
Vitale.Rhea froze.The Vitale crest stared back at her from the envelope…a stylized *V* intertwined with a dagger.Her fingers hovered over the envelope as her mind raced. The familiar Vitale crest stared back at her from the seal. She had seen this before. A flash of memory; a mahogany desk littered with documents bearing that same crest. The scent of cigar smoke and leather in the office.The crest was everywhere, on the letterheads, the seals. Was that table in Vitale’s office? Did she work for them? Who were they?A million questions filled her mind, but before she could sort through them, Dmitri’s call ended. He looked over at her, eager to resume what they’d started, but the change in her was very noticeable. Her expression was off.He narrowed his eyes. “Sofia… what is it ?” He asked in a thick voice Rhea quickly shook her head and smiled, brushing him off. “Nothing. I’m fine.”She couldn’t focus on anything else but the envelope. She picked it up carefully and glanced at
“Welcome, Signora Sofia,” the store manager greeted with a practiced smile, recognizing her instantly. “Mr. Volkov called ahead and said to give you anything you need.”Of course, he did.The midday sun was high over Milan when Rhea stepped out of the black SUV, the tinted windows gleaming as the driver held the door open. A pair of Dmitri’s guards flanked her silently, dressed in sleek dark suits and earpieces. They drew attention, but she didn’t care.This morning wasn’t about business. It wasn’t about secrets or lies or fragmented memories either.It was for her and the tiny life growing inside her.She had been putting off shopping for a while, but after tossing and turning in bed all night thinking about the meeting she and Dmitri would have with the Vitales, the people who could probably connect her to her past, she decided to take her mind off things by spoiling herself The designer district buzzed with life. All the luxury designer brands from Prada to Gucci, to Versace, Lou
Rhea’s heart dropped into her stomach and time stood still.Her pulse raced as she processed the sight of him.He was standing tall with a perfect posture and the same come expression.It was unmistakable.Her chest tightened as memories began to crash into her like a flood, overwhelming and sudden.She couldn’t look away.Her fingers gripped the counter in front of her, trying to steady herself as the room seemed to tilt. She felt lightheaded, and disoriented, as her mind spiraled into chaos.Adrian’s face, his voice, and everything about him felt like an electric jolt to her system. And suddenly, all the fragmented memories she’d buried under layers of confusion, the pieces she hadn’t understood, began to fall into place.She didn’t know how long she stood there, staring, but it felt like an eternity.Her first instinct when she came to herself was to hide from him.This man and his family killed her and dumped her body into a river. “Let this be a lesson to anyone who dares think
Holed up inside her room for hours, reminiscing on her past, the moment of raw pain slowly began to harden into a strong resolve.She had survived death, she had lived without her memories and her name, all these while being pregnant. But that was all over now.They would all pay. Dante Moretti Viktor Vitale….that old son of a bitch who pulled the trigger on her. Luca Vitale And most especially Adrian. No one who had a hand in her near-death experience would be sparedBut first, she needed to move smart. No impulsive reactions. She would not let her emotions get ahead of her strategy. Not now It was a good thing her first instinct when she saw Adrian at the Cartier store was to hide because she was going to return with a bang! Everyone assumed her dead, so she was going to work and grow in anonymity. For now, only she would know Rhea Moretti was still alive. ‘Sofia’ was going to do the work needed until Rhea Moretti was ready to deal with her enemies.She wiped her face with
Dmitri wasn’t back yet. Maybe the meeting had lingered more than expected.She exhaled sharply, rolling onto her side. The baby kicked lightly as if sensing her unrest. Her thoughts rambled within. Pietro.She needed to see him. After everything he did for her, saving her life and holding her hand through the pain, the confusion, and recovery, without asking or expecting anything in return, it was only right she gave him this news face to face. She needed to see his face when she told him all about herself and her ordeal. And she also had selfish reasons as well because if anyone could help her plot a comeback, it was Pietro. His wisdom, knowledge, and his guidance would be very much needed.The problem was that she just got back from seeing Pietro a few days ago and if she mentioned it again to Dmitri, he wouldn’t want her going back. As much as she was doing her thing and growing in Dmitri’s empire, it was all under his watch and surveillance. His men were always trailing h
The cottage was too quietPietro’s confession was like a knife was plunged into her heart.Rhea sat on the floor beside Pietro’s chair, her head resting against his knee like a child seeking comfort.His fingers absently stroked her hair, the way he’d done on the nights when she had nightmares. Back when she was just a broken girl with no name. Now she had a name, a past, and a revenge to plan. And she was about to lose the only person who ever loved her without conditions. She could not stop shaking. She didn’t want to move, because moving would mean facing it.“Show me the scans,” she said, her voice hollow. Pietro sighed. “Bambina…” “Show me.” He hesitated, then went into his tiny bedroom, reaching for an old wooden box under his bed, he pulled the box out and opened it. Inside it lay a stack of medical reports, scans, blood tests, etc.Rhea took them with trembling hands. The clinical terms didn’t really make sense but some words stood out. Words like *metastatic*, *ino
CHAPTER 82“Will you at least come to Milan with me?” Rhea asked with a raspy low voice.Pietro laughed softly with a wheezing sound that made his shoulders shake. "And do what? Rot in some penthouse while you fetch me tea?" "I could take care of you…" “Ah, bambina… no. I’d rather live out my days the way I always have. Waking up early to catch some fish, walking to the farmer’s market, greeting the faces I’ve known for years.”“I don’t want to be holed up in a room just because I’m dying.”Rhea’s heart twisted painfully. “Does that mean… I don’t get to spend your last days with you?” she whispered. “Does it mean I’m just supposed to sit in Milan, staring at my phone, waiting for the call that you’re… gone?”Pietro’s smile faded. Rhea pressed forward, her voice cracking.“I can’t live like that, zio. What if you fall asleep and… and don’t wake up? What if it takes days, maybe even weeks before someone finds you? No. I won’t have you die like some forgotten pauper with no one.”Tea
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