VINCENZO“What?” Her eyelids dropped, and I could sense the disappointment in her voice.“I remember saying I love you,” I chuckled, my heart swelling with affection.“Do you mean that?” There was a glimmer of hope in her eyes.My heart skipped a beat at her words, and for a moment, I considered the weight of my emotions. But I couldn't deny the truth any longer. "I didn't just say it, Anya," I admitted, my voice softening. "I meant it. More than I ever thought was possible." Despite my reluctance to open myself up to love, she had managed to find her way into my heart.Her eyes widened, and a smile began to curve on her lips. It was a smile that held both vulnerability and hope, a reflection of the fragile connection between us. “I desperately want to believe that. No one has ever loved me and stayed. It is either they betray me or leave,” she said sadly, her vulnerability laid bare.“Co

ANYA When I woke up the next morning, I was surprised to find Vincenzo's side of the bed empty. It took me a moment to register where I was, and the realization brought a smile to my face. This was the first time in years that I had slept so peacefully, without any haunting nightmares. I stretched and looked around the room, feeling a sense of calm and contentment that I hadn't experienced in a long time. Vincenzo had a way of soothing all my inner demons, and being with him made me feel safe and protected. As I got out of bed, I couldn't help but think about everything that had happened in the past few days. Learning the truth about my father's innocence in Vincenzo's mother's death was a relief, but it also stirred up a whirlwind of emotions. The weight of the past had been lifted off my shoulders, and I felt a newfound sense of freedom. I decided to head back to my room to freshen up and start the day. As I walked through the mansion, I greeted the workers and staff with a genui

ANYAI choked on my drink, coughing uncontrollably at her unexpected confession. My face turned red, and I couldn't believe she was sharing such intimate details with me."It is not that surprising, is it?" she asked, eyeing me warily."You didn't have to tell me that," I managed to say between coughs, feeling flustered by her candidness.Alessia leaned back, smiling like she hadn't just revealed something extremely personal. I was taken aback by her nonchalant attitude towards the subject. What a weird girl.When we finished eating, Alessia drove us to the shopping mall – or should I say her shopping mall. It turned out that her family owned the place, which didn't surprise me given her status, but it was still impressive to see.Alessia's dream was to become a makeup artist, so she insisted on doing my makeup. I was hesitant at first, as I wasn't a fan of makeup, but she kept nagging until I finally agreed to let her

VINCENZO“I killed for the first time eleven years ago,” I began, my voice carrying a weight of memories and regrets. “The unfortunate person was my father.”I vividly remember the look of shock in his soulless eyes when I plunged the knife in his neck. It was a look that I really loved. That moment when he realized he was taking his last breath.She gasped, her eyes widening in surprise as she jolted upright. The shock on her face was palpable, and I couldn't help but miss the warmth of her in my arms. So, I gently tugged her closer to me, craving her nearness.“You killed your Dad?” Her voice came out as a whisper, disbelief etched across her features.I brushed my fingers against her dimple, tracing a gentle line along her hair. Her tear-swollen eyes didn't diminish her beauty; in fact, they added a depth to her gaze that drew me in even more. “Yeah. It was a necessary act, and I don't r

ANYA As Vincenzo opened the car door for me, his manners as impeccable as ever, I settled into the seat and fastened my seatbelt as instructed. I turned to face him, a question on my lips. “Where are we going?” A mischievous smirk danced across his lips. “You'll see when we get there.” That typical Vincenzo enigma, always keeping me guessing. Unable to resist, I reached for his hand once more, the connection between us feeling reassuring and comforting. I observed his profile as he drove, his features defined and captivating. His beard, which had been present earlier, was now gone, leaving behind a clean-shaven countenance that highlighted his sharp jawline. With a swift motion, he retrieved a wrapped gift from the glove compartment and handed it to me. I looked at him in surprise, the quizzical expression on my face surely evident. What was this unexpected surprise? He squirmed uncomfortably, his typic