All Chapters of Twisted desires : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

16 Chapters

Fire and ice

Chapter 1: The Ice and Fire EncounterThe air in the ballroom was thick with the scent of wealth—crisp champagne, expensive perfume, and the faint aroma of cigars clinging to the tailored suits of men who thought money made them untouchable. Crystal chandeliers hung like frozen rain, casting fractured light over silk gowns and diamond-studded necks. It was the kind of event where a single misplaced glance could spark a scandal—and where secrets were traded more freely than stocks.Sienna Reyes didn’t belong here.She knew it the moment she stepped past the velvet ropes, her five-inch heels clicking against marble floors that probably cost more than her rent. The borrowed emerald-green gown hugged her curves a little too perfectly, its slit teasing dangerously high up her thigh. She felt the weight of a thousand stares—some intrigued, most judgmental.“Smile,” she muttered to herself, “or they’ll smell the broke on you.”Sienna had no business attending the Moretti Foundation’s annual

Last Updated : 2025-03-01

Devil Smile

For a heartbeat, silence stretched between them—thick, electric, and unforgiving.Sienna could feel the heat of Alessandro’s hand still resting against her waist, the subtle pressure of his fingers like a whisper of control. He hadn’t let go—not even after Robert Callahan’s clumsy escape.Her heart was a wild animal trapped in her chest, but she forced herself to hold his gaze. Those stormy gray eyes were darker now, like thunderclouds gathering on the horizon. Calculating. Intense.“You’re not going to tell me why he’s running, dolcezza?” Alessandro’s voice was smooth, but there was an edge beneath the silk. A quiet danger.Sienna swallowed hard. “I didn’t realize scaring people into cardiac arrest was part of your charm.”The corner of his mouth tugged upward—just a hint of a smile, cruel and beautiful all at once. “It’s not charm. It’s efficiency.”There it was—that dark charisma like a blade hidden beneath velvet.Alessandro Moretti wasn’t a man who begged for attention. He comman

Last Updated : 2025-03-01

Unveiling shadows

The night air clung to my skin, cold and unforgiving, as I stormed away from the ballroom. My heels clicked against the pavement, a steady rhythm that did nothing to drown out the chaotic drumming of my heart.Alessandro’s touch still burned on my waist — a ghostly imprint I couldn’t shake — but I walked faster, as though distance alone could sever the invisible thread between us.I didn’t stop until I reached the small café two blocks down. It was almost empty, save for a couple whispering in the corner and the bored-looking barista wiping down the counter. The neon sign flickered — Java Haven — casting an unsteady glow over the worn-out chairs.Sliding into a booth by the window, I pressed my palms against my face and exhaled.“What the hell just happened?” I muttered under my breath.I left him. Mid-dance. Mid-sentence.I should’ve felt powerful. Like the heroine of my own story — bold, untouchable.But instead, my mind was a mess of dark eyes and rough hands, of lips too close to

Last Updated : 2025-03-01

Bloodlines and blazing guns

The leather chair groaned under Alessandro’s weight as he leaned back, fingers steepled against his lips. The floor-to-ceiling windows behind him showcased the sprawling Milan skyline, but his gaze remained fixed on the glass of whiskey on his desk—untouched. A storm was brewing, not outside, but within his world. The kind of storm that didn’t pass without blood being spilled.A sharp knock at the door sliced through the silence.Before Alessandro could respond, the door swung open, hitting the wall with a dull thud.“Alessandro.”Luca’s voice was a low growl, his tall frame shadowing the entrance. Dressed in a dark shirt and slacks, his hair disheveled — a rare sight — he looked like a man on the verge of losing control.Alessandro arched a brow. “Breaking my door won’t fix the problem, Luca.”But Luca didn’t bother with a witty retort. His jaw was clenched so tight it could crack stone.“The warehouse in St. Petersburg.” Luca paused, running a hand through his hair. “It’s gone.”The

Last Updated : 2025-03-01

Unraveled

Sienna’s POV The video call had long since ended, yet Sienna found herself glaring at the black screen of her laptop as if the old man’s gruff voice might echo back at her through sheer force of will. “Stubborn old fox,” she muttered under her breath, pinching the bridge of her nose. Mildred Volkov. Russian. Late fifties — or was it early sixties? Either way, his presence was as commanding as a man half his age, and twice as obstinate. Their negotiation had dragged on for nearly two hours, each point met with an exaggerated sigh or a clipped response from him. He wasn’t just difficult — he was calculated, almost toying with her by pushing back on the most basic clauses in the contract. It wasn’t about legalities. It was about control. And she hated that he was winning. Finally, just when Sienna thought she might actually hurl her pen at the screen, Mildred leaned back in his leather chair and spoke with that thick Russian accent, his words slow and deliberate. “Miss Russo, these

Last Updated : 2025-03-03

Burning Fire

Alessandro’s PovThe Berlin night was colder than he’d expected — a sharp, biting chill that crept through the tailored fabric of his black coat. Alessandro Moretti barely noticed. His thoughts were far more brutal than the weather.The dimly lit alley behind the Volkov estate still smelled of gunpowder and scorched metal — a silent reminder of the warehouse that no longer existed. His warehouse.It had taken months of negotiation, millions in bribes, and years of carefully constructed alliances to secure that shipping route — a route now reduced to rubble.And for what? A message.The Volkovs didn’t just want to wound him; they wanted him to bleed in public.Alessandro’s jaw tightened as he leaned against the sleek black Maserati parked just outside his hotel. His right hand, still faintly marked with a bruise from his last meeting with Mikhail Volkov, flexed at his side. The old Russian bastard had smiled — actually smiled — when Alessandro confronted him about the warehouse explosi

Last Updated : 2025-03-07

Unfinished Business

Sienna’s heart was a drumbeat against her ribs, each thud echoing in the silence that stretched between her and Alessandro. His dark eyes, sharp as a blade’s edge, bore into hers — an unspoken challenge hanging in the air between them.The moment felt suspended, dangerous — a silent war of wills — until Sienna finally tore her gaze away, the ghost of his touch still burning against her hand from when he had opened the hotel room door.She cleared her throat, forcing a mask of composure over her swirling emotions. “I’m not here for whatever game you’re playing, Alessandro,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “I have business to handle.”The corner of his mouth twitched, something like amusement or irritation flickering there, but she didn’t wait for a response. Sienna stepped back into her room and, without another word, closed the door between them.The click of the lock felt more like a temporary ceasefire than a victory.Alessandro Moretti was a storm — dark, unpredictable, and utte

Last Updated : 2025-03-08

Secrets

Sienna stood frozen for a moment, the soft click of Mildred Volkov’s office door shutting behind her echoing louder in her head than it should have. The air inside the sleek, dimly lit room was thick — a subtle mix of leather, aged whiskey, and something darker. Something unspoken.Mildred leaned back against his mahogany desk, swirling a glass of amber liquid in one hand, his sharp gaze never leaving her. There was a cruel kind of elegance about him — like a wolf disguised in the suit of a businessman.Sienna, still fuming from the unexpected stunt he pulled at the conference — introducing her as the organization’s lawyer without a shred of warning — crossed her arms tightly over her chest. The elegant yet subtly sexy dress she’d changed into for the event now felt like armor.“Would you care to explain what the hell that was?” she demanded, her voice calm but razor-edged.Mildred’s lips curved into a slight smile, the kind that made her skin prickle. “Ah, Miss Russo,” he mused. “I t

Last Updated : 2025-03-13

Weight of a name

The door slammed shut behind Alessandro, and for a long, agonizing moment, no one said a word.Sienna stood frozen, her chest rising and falling in slow, controlled breaths — though her heart beat a frenzied rhythm beneath the surface. The tension left in Alessandro’s wake clung to the room, but the moment he was gone, it shifted.Darker. More dangerous. Now,it was just her and Mildred Volkov.And the way he smiled made her bones tremble Mildred Volkov leaned back against his desk once again, the ghost of a smile still playing at his lips. He swirled the last drops of whiskey in his glass, the soft clink of ice the only sound between them. His gaze — sharp as a blade and twice as cold — lingered on Sienna, not with desire, but with something far more unnerving.Curiosity. Calculation.His smile didn’t fade, if anything, it deepened. A slow curl of his lips that felt more like a predator baring his teeth than a gesture of amusement. Sienna finally found her voice, sharp and steady d

Last Updated : 2025-03-14

Unchained

The hallway outside Mildred’s office felt colder, the lights a fraction too dim. Sienna’s heels clicked against the marble floors as she walked, her mind a chaotic storm.She needed answers — but not from Mildred.And the ghost of Mildred Volkov’s words lingered in the air.Her breath came slow and steady, but inside — inside, she was a hurricane. Each heartbeat slammed against her ribs, louder than the quiet click of ice swirling in Mildred’s abandoned glass of whiskey. The air felt colder now though the weight of what had just happened pressed against her like a vice.Your name isn’t just Russo — it’s that Russo.She blinked, but the words didn’t leave her.It was a simple statement — seven words — yet it cracked something deep inside her.Her blood wasn’t just blood.Sienna’s hand drifted to the curve of her neck, where her pulse pounded furiously beneath her skin. She stared at the door she had stormed through moments ago, but her mind wasn’t in that office anymore. It was somewhe

Last Updated : 2025-03-17

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