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Prologue

I watch as the rain comes down in sheets, battering against the windows, blurring the world beyond. Had this been a different scene, I would say it was beautiful, but that's far from the case. Inside the villa, everything is chaos. The room is a mess—furniture overturned, glass scattered across the floor, and something red that shouldn’t be there, is spread across the marble like a warning. I step over it, barely feeling the cold seep into my shoes.My hands are shaking and I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I’m frozen, trapped in this moment that feels like it’s dragging on forever. I can hear his breathing, heavy and sharp. He is standing in the center of the room, a shadow of the man I thought I knew. His eyes are wild, watching my hand that's gripping a gun I never thought I would hold, and I’m shaking—terrified of what’s happening, terrified of what I’ve done.“Renée,” he says, his voice breaking through the silence like a razor. I can’t tell if it’s anger or desperation. Maybe both

One

I probably spent my last dime on this gown, but I kind of needed to fit into this ball without anyone suspecting I was out of place, so I went all out on it. It is a sleek black dress that clings to my curves with a slide slit. It is far more glamorous than anything I’ve ever worn, hell, I rarely dress up and I am not quite a fan of dresses, I could count the number of dresses I own in my closet, and they aren’t a lot, but tonight, I need to look the part. I even hired a makeup artist to achieve this flawless look. I don’t trust myself to create the perfect makeup for such an event, and it was worth every penny. I adjust my mask, and take in a deep breath. I am nervous. This is my first time not just attending a masquerade ball, but one that is being attended by the who and who in the society, the big names, from politicians to billionaires, and without forgetting the leaders of the mafia groups. I don’t even know how such groups get to mingle because from all I know about mafia grou

Two

I'm nervously tapping my fingers on the steering wheel as I navigate through the maze of Bellacity’s winding streets. Last night was a sleepless blur, my mind is haunted by the memory of Alessandro’s intense gaze and the shiver his voice sent down my spine. Even the scent of his cologne still lingers in my nose. How could a stranger, a dangerous one at that, unsettle me so deeply with so few words? I shake off the memory. I need to focus on my work, not on the enigmatic man who is behind bars now.Dell said I had done a good job and that I shouldn’t worry about my safety because he could guarantee it, but no matter how hard he tried to convince me, I couldn’t help but worry. He wouldn’t understand even one bit of it because I was the one who was forced to seduce one of the most ruthless people not just in the city, but in the country. I was the one tasked with getting him apprehended. Me, some stranger from a different land who no one would miss if I disappeared. I took a risk that co

Three

'Honey'She called him honey.She takes striking steps toward us, her heels clicking softly against the pavement, then stands beside Alessandro. The closer she gets, the more I realize she is even more gorgeous up close. She walks like she owns the room, and watching her stand next to him, I don’t think I have ever seen a couple as perfect together as they are.“Are you okay, sweetheart?” she asks, her voice laced with genuine concern. I am a little surprised that she would ask that. “I hope my husband and his little minion bullies aren’t bothering you,” she adds, and I am taken aback by what she just said. Alessandro is her husband. He is married!My mind flashes back to the ball, remembering how I flirted with him and how he was clearly flirting back. I feel a pang of embarrassment.Didn’t the FBI think that was something I ought to know before sending me on a mission to flirt with a married mafia lord? I am starting to think they don’t exactly care about my safety, because if he ha

Four

I am awoken by a throbbing pain in my head and feel disoriented. I can smell a mix of blood and chemicals around me, and when I open my eyes, I realize I am in what looks like an abandoned building. My first instinct is to try and walk out of this place, but I realize that I can barely move. My arms are stretched above me, my wrists bound together and tied to something high above. My feet can barely touch the ground, and I realize that I’m standing, my body suspended awkwardly.My heart starts racing as I remember the last thing that happened to me before this moment. I was kidnapped by some men in masks. I don’t know what is going on, but I am scared.“Boo!” a voice startles me, and when I look up, it’s a man standing in front of me, a toothpick jutting from the corner of his mouth and a smirk on his lips. It is one of Alessandro’s bodyguards, the one that was at the gate a while ago—Mateo, if I remember correctly. A surge of panic overwhelms me as I realize what has just happened. I

Five

His jaw tightens, and he motions for Mateo to untie my wrists. As the bindings fall away, I rub my sore wrists, trying to ignore the lingering ache and the aftershocks of pain from the electrocution. I can barely feel my legs. I wipe my tears with the back of my hand and take a deep breath before letting out a shaky exhale."Leave us," Alessandro orders, his tone tolerating no argument. Luca and Mateo exchange a glance before exiting the room, leaving me alone with him. I can see the reluctance in Luca’s steps as he leaves. It is clear that he still wanted to torture me.I reach to take off the mask but he stops me."The mask stays on," “What do you want from me?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady despite the terror coursing through me.He doesn’t answer immediately. He just studies me, his gaze intense and thoughtful. He grabs a seat and pushes it toward me to sit on. I don’t. My knees are killing me and my

Six

I’m standing in the bathroom, the harsh fluorescent light reflecting off the mirror as I examine my wounds. Angry red burns mark the places where the metal rods touched my skin, leaving painful blisters and scorched flesh. There is still the strong smell of rubbing alcohol from the so-called medic who was called in to tend to my wounds. I wince as I gently probe one of the wounds with my fingertips, feeling the raw, tender skin beneath. I don’t want to think of how I got myself into this unfortunate situation where I just made a deal with the devil who had his friends almost electrocute the skin off my bones.I don’t know if looking for my father is even worth it at this point. I wish I could give up, but this is for my mother. I’ve already gotten myself this deep; I can’t give up now. I turn on the shower, watching the steam rise and fill the small space. The mere thought of the water hitting my burns makes my stomach roll, but I know I desperat

Seven

I am sitting in Dell's office at the FBI headquarters, feeling a mix of anxiety and frustration. I impatiently shake my leg while I wait for him to finish his phone call. I watch his lips move with every syllable and have to admit, he has the most beautiful lips. I remember the first time we met when he voiced his attraction to me and asked me out. I made it clear that I wasn’t looking for a relationship and, besides, I knew I would be working with him on my father’s case and didn’t want any complications. As attractive as he is, I boldly told him no.He’s got this mesmerizing blend of features from his Italian mother and Black father, creating a strikingly handsome face. His chiseled features, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline, give him a rugged yet refined look. His dark, intense eyes and neatly trimmed curly hair add to his effortlessly cool demeanor. He definitely attracts a lot of female attention. As much as I hate to admit it, Alessandro

Eight

I sit in the backseat of Luca’s car, my heart pounding as the cityscape blurs by. The silence between us is suffocating, and I keep my eyes on the road ahead, too afraid to look at him. He drives with a calmness that unnerves me, as if this is just another day for him. The inside of the car is luxurious, and if I weren't worried about my life right now, I would lean back and enjoy the ride, because this car offers that kind of comfort. I wonder how he can drive so comfortably with me inside when he almost tortured me to death the other day. It’s like he doesn’t have a soul.“Where are you taking me?” I finally ask, my voice shaky.“Someplace where we can talk,” he replies curtly, not taking his eyes off the road.“Talk about what?” I ask, dreading any conversation with him after what he did to me.“You’ll see,” he says.I grip the edge of my seat, my mind racing with possibilit

Nine

I can’t exactly decipher my thoughts right now. It feels like a race in there. I don't know why I thought it would be a different proposal when he is literally this close to me. I frown and try to move back, and he takes that as a hint to step back. His face is blank, with no emotion, no expectation, just nothing."What?" I finally find my voice."If we're being fair, you seduced me first. I’m just giving you what you wanted," he says casually, and my eyes widen in shock."I was on a mission," I clarify, as if it wasn’t obvious."Mission accomplished."Oh, he is an arrogant one, alright. I didn’t even know someone could be that direct about wanting someone, not because they like them or have feelings for them, but because he wants me as his mistress. What in the hell gave him the impression that I would be his mistress, let alone be one?I have craved love for as long as I can remember. To be loved right and to be in love with someone so much that I can barely breathe. All my exes nev

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