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Vincenzo's POV'I've been seeing crimson since the moment I found my wife is missing. All I want to do right now is kill everyone in this house who failed their job of protecting my wife and I gladly did until Lorenzo fucking stopped me from acting on my impulsive thoughts.But I'm glad for the first because not only he stop me, but helped me plan something equal to what that fucking Levi did. I've Luna tied to the chair where she's still unconscious. I wouldn't have done it, but Levi left me no choice.If the fucker thinks only he could pull that stunt, then he has another thing coming. I checked the footage of my wife before she was kidnapped.My chest swelled with something I can't pinpoint when she hugged one of my shirts close to her chest. Which meant she was missing me. A smug expression returned to my face again when I recalled the scene again.Not for too long until she grabbed that stuff which could trigger her memory. I had known her since the moment I first saw her, and I

"I'm not obsessed with her, you fucker. I fucking love her. She's my wife, mine."My heart swelled with more love. My tears wouldn't stop. He loves me. But does he know I'm his Anni? Before I could utter a word, my mouth got covered by a rough palm and my voice turned muffled. It's the guard from earlier, Levi's guard. I struggled against him, but he didn't even budge. Instead, he locked my arms behind my back."Now tell me where she is? How dare you take her away from me?"Levi scoffed."I didn't expect that a heartless monster like you would love....interesting."Levi tilted his head in a mocking way before looking at the entrance."I see you haven't brought your guards with you like I expected you to."Vincenzo glared deadly like he was losing control, which he never did.My eyes turned teary. He couldn't see me."I'm telling you for the last time to give her back to me or else I'll do it my way.""By all means show me what you got, King."Levi was provoking Vincenzo as he walked t

Night came for him the same way it always did—slow, merciless, and heavy with her absence.Eight and a half months had passed since the bullet tore through Elena and ripped the color out of his world. The doctors called it a coma, a word too clean for what it really was. To Vincenzo, it was a suspended death. A punishment. A waiting room where time mocked him by moving forward while she remained still.By day, he had turned into something colder than before. The city whispered about it. The men under him feared it. Vincenzo spoke only when necessary, each word clipped, surgical, as if language itself was a weakness he could no longer afford. His eyes no longer burned with fire—they were glaciers now. Unfeeling. Untouchable. Anyone who mistook that silence for mercy never made the mistake twice.But night stripped him bare.When the mansion went quiet and the walls stopped pretending she was still there, Vincenzo returned to the bedroom they once shared.Her side of the bed remained un

“Vincenzo,” I called his name, with a hint of anger lacing my tone. I could finally speak. I was so glad to have my voice back that I nearly cried. The first words which I let him hear were.... I love you Vinni. He was head over heel to hear it again and made me repeat the whole week.I didn't tell him that they weren't my first words after my recovery, and I was actually practicing it, but he doesn't have to know that it was my surprise.A low chuckle answered me instead.It had been weeks since I was discharged from the hospital, weeks since he brought me back to the mansion and quietly turned my recovery into his religion. He didn’t let me lift a finger—not a glass of water, not a book, not even my own blanket. If I moved, he would be already there. If I wanted something, he anticipated it before I could even think of asking.At first, I argued.Now, I let him.He fed me when I was tired, carried me when my legs ached, kissed my scars like they were sacred symbols etched into my sk

It took everything in me to convince him.Even now, standing at the entrance of our mansion, I wondered if I had made a mistake.I drew in a shaky breath, my chest tightening as I took in the sight before me. Vincenzo’s men lined one side, Levi’s men the other—guns visible, faces cold, tension thick enough to choke on. The mansion that once felt like home now felt like a battlefield waiting for blood.My pulse spiked.Suddenly, the memories crashed into me—the gunshot, the pain, the darkness swallowing me whole.No. Don’t go there, I told myself desperately.Vincenzo’s grip around my hand tightened, grounding and possessive, like he was anchoring me to this world. His fingers were almost painful now, as if letting go meant losing me forever.Not now.Not ever.I glanced at him and saw it—the barely restrained rage burning in his eyes. My husband looked like a man standing on the edge of slaughter, ready to kill anyone who even thought of taking me away from him.“Finally,” Levi’s voic