I noticed Silvio's struggle to maintain composure, to conceal his instinctual response to my unexpected appearance, though it was evident he wasn't entirely successful. As the initial shock subsided, his jaw clenched, and a flicker of rage ignited in his eyes upon noticing my partially dishevelled state. Despite being restrained, his muscles tensed, visibly straining against the bindings. It was clear he harboured a primal urge to unleash havoc upon everyone in the room. I understood that only the ropes tethering him to the chair prevented him from launching himself at Alejandro, tearing him apart limb by limb.Alejandro must be thinking the same thing, because he motioned two bulky men to step closer to Silvio, clutching their weapons just in case.Looking pleased with this turn of events, Alejandro laughed and dragged me to the middle of the room, his grip on my arm horrendously tight."You know, it's so easy to destroy a man like you," he remarked casually, gripping my hair tightly

Silvio's heartbeat echoed through my palms, a rhythmic drumming that drowned out all other sensations. At that moment, I was utterly consumed by him, seeking warmth and safety in his embrace. His touch, firm yet tender, traced soothing patterns across my back, calming the storm raging within me. With one hand entangled in my hair, he cradled me gently, his arms a place against the chaos of my mind. Every movement, every caress, whispered reassurance, a lifeline in the tempest of my panic. And as he rocked me, his strength became my anchor, holding me together as I shattered, knowing that in his embrace, he’d gather me.“Hush… everything’s alright. I won’t let anything hurt you, shh.” He hummed softly, tilting my face into the warm curve of his neck, where I nestled, inhaling his comforting scent. With each sniffle, I bobbed my head gently, seeking comfort in his arms.“He… He said he’ll… he’ll kill you.” Tears flowed freely as I submitted to sobs, feeling every ounce of strength drain

Dante forcefully pulled me along, the adrenaline coursing through my veins like a raging river. The echoes of the explosion still reverberated through the building, each tremor a stark cue of the chaos that had erupted just minutes earlier. I could feel the walls quivering around us as if they too were struggling to contain the violence. I knew we had so much less time left.But, there was a suffocating tightness gripping my chest, squeezing the air from my lungs with relentless vigour. It was a sensation both physical and haunting, the reminder of the man I had left behind. Silvio. My heart clenched painfully at the thought of him, refusing to beat without him by my side.Though I held onto faith in Silvio, doubts gnawed at the edges of my mind like hungry wolves. I couldn't bring myself to trust Alejandro, not when he had made his intentions towards Silvio abundantly clear. He had threatened him countless times, his words dripping with malice and contempt. I knew deep down that ther

The angry tears rushed down her eyes as she glared at the man in front of her. The man who had ruined her life. Destroyed her peace and now was enjoying the shattering of her soul. The sick grin on his face disgusting her to her core, hitting every nerve and cold splash of reality slapped her hard. Deliah didn’t knew what she deserved to be a pawn in this game. Married off for the sake of her family to Antonio Salvatore, and then kidnapped by his rival. Abused, beaten… raped.The cycle which had been repeating for several years now. She couldn’t remember the last time she slept without him touching her, or sleeping without tears. Every day felt like she was dying more and more inside, slowly letting go of the hope that Antonio would find her, take her away from this hell and told her everything would be alright.How wrong she was… Antonio would never come for her. The hope was slowly dying. She didn’t know why it was taking him this long. Almost six years. And still he hadn’t found he

Delilah's eyes fluttered open, her vision blurred and swimming with confusion. A dull ache pulsed through her head as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. She found herself standing in the middle of a hall, the walls adorned with unfamiliar objects and strange markings. Panic began to rise within her chest as she struggled to remember how she got there.She blinked rapidly, trying to clear her vision, but the disorientation persisted. With shaky steps, she stumbled forward, her hands reaching out instinctively to steady herself against the cool surface of the wall. As she moved, a series of beeps echoed around her, their sound sharp and alarming.Her heart pounding in her chest, Delilah turned her head frantically, searching for the source of the noise. And then she saw them—several small objects scattered throughout the walls, each emitting a soft blinking light.Her breath caught in her throat as realization dawned on her. Bombs. The word echoed in her mind, sending shivers