Marianna's POVThey say money can't buy everything. Others say the only people who think so must not have enough money. I think that the ones who said it can't buy everything are right. I have not always had everything. My father was away for so long. In his absence we lived in a bad neighborhood surviving hand to mouth. My mother rationed food and some days we were borderline starving if not for her friend -a man I simply knew as uncle Armando- we would have died from hunger. He wasn't really my uncle and he spent a lot of alone time with my mother. I don't want to assume she was cheating on Gio. It's only when Gio came back that we started living in the villa that he grew up in. Since then I have had everything a girl could want. Don Giovanni is generous. He spoils me rotten. Even with everything handed to me on a silver platter, it hasn't done much for me. At this moment, all that money can't buy me the freedom I desire from Fabian

Marianna's POV"What's taking so long?" "Maybe they want to be alone." Nate rested his chin on the top of my head. His hands settled on my waist. "Like I want to be alone with you." My throat became absolutely dry. He's hot on my case. It's not just the little things like brushing his hand over my arm. It's outrightly kissing me like a mad man wh n he pleases even in front of Court and Chris. He's not shy but I am and it leaves me blushing like a fool. But thanks to Court's merciless glares, I usually snap right back into reality. It's been a hot couple of days. "It will rain, right?" "Maybe, I don't know." He turned me to look at him. This tall hot Greek man is a sinful delight. He has a strange hold on me. He demands and I obey. He doesn't even need to ask. "I know you want a label. I know you want commitment. It's a big ask especially because we don't know each other that well. We have se

Nathan's POVI don't believe in fate. I believe in taking control of the narrative. I strongly believe that things work out based on actions and not because they were meant to be.It turns out I may be wrong.Some things are carved in stone.I dropped the metal rod when my father finally got through to me. The rain started to feel cold as reality sank back in. "Nate. Nathan!" He slapped my cheek lightly. "Look at me! Son look at me!"I blinked slowly. All of a sudden everything came sweeping back in. I took notice of the body on the floor. The beige carpet is soaked with blood. He's dead. He's dead. I folded my fists.What have I done?"We gotta get out of here! I can't be part of this!" Francis freaked out."It's too late. We are all part of it now." Henrik told him. "We are bound by blood."Five

Marianna's POVThe chirping of birds is what woke me from deep slumber. I feel too comfortable, more than I have in days. It must be the bed I'm in. It must be this soft mattress and the plush beddings. It must be Fendi. My eyes flattered open to a bright beautiful day. As far as my eyes can see it's a vineyard. It's beautiful just like the view from my bedroom window back at the Villa!Vineyard!I snapped out of the dream. I rubbed my eyes realizing that I'm not in the motel. I'm not with Nate. I'm in a room, a big beautiful room I believe is in Italy because of the vineyard I see. I sat up promptly hurling the white bed sheets aside. This is not my room!Where am I?"Maria.""Mom." I struggled with my tears. "Mommy!" I wanted to run to her but I tripped and fell flat on my belly. When I glanced back i saw my ankle restrained by a chain and metal cuff. This

Rhea's POVI can't stop worrying about my son. He hasn't called home yet. He was supposed to report to me after he located Helena's son and after he got rid of him but no such communication has occurred. He hasn't said anything and it's troubling me. Did Nathan overpower him? He took several men to do the job. Nathan should have been outnumbered. It should be a quick job. It's not the first time he has helped get an obstacle out of the way. He knows how it is done. Why is it that it has taken long?Or do the Bales have nine lives? The hitman I hired to take out Helena missed. Apparently she dropped a pen and the moment she bent is when the bullet missed her. Her security got her out of sight immediately after."Rhea?""Ophelia! What brings you by? Is the baby alright?"We are waiting on a baby. She's four weeks along. I touched her stomach."Oh yes he's fine.