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My Happiness

DON JULIO I came home soaking in more than just rain. My coat was soaked. My sneakers carried muck into the hallway. But my chest—the stuff beating behind my ribs—felt the heaviest. Not because of what I did. But now I have something to say. I should have felt stronger, walking away from Abraham Moretti's table without a knife in my back. But all I felt was the gradual disintegration of something I'd spent years attempting to keep hidden. Not just in the dirt—in blood, fire, and quiet. I opened the door to the garden room. There she was. Sarian sat on the velvet couch, coiled up like a calm storm.She wore my black sweater again, with the sleeves swallowing her hands and her legs pulled up as if she was terrified of falling through the floor. The book on her lap was open. The page hadn't been turned in a while. She either didn't notice me or saw me but didn't say anything. I could not blame her. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. "Can I sit?" She looke

I knew

CATALINAThey thought I wouldn’t find out.They thought Catalina was just another jealous ex-fiancée with too much perfume and no brains. A pretty face who wore heels and smiled for cameras, nothing more. But they forgot one thing.I don’t lose.Not when I’ve suffered this much. Not when I’ve bled in silence and smiled through betrayal. Not when I’ve watched Don Julio slip through my fingers—because of her.Sarian.Or should I say, Moretti’s daughter?I smiled to myself as I crossed my legs, the hem of my red silk robe brushing my thigh. I looked like royalty, and I felt like it too. That smile on my lips? It wasn’t fake. It was real. It was dangerous.Let them all clap for her now. Let the housemaids whisper, let the guards change their loyalties like cheap shirts. Let Don Julio play hero and whisper sweet words into her ear.Let them all celebrate.Because they have no idea what is coming.The day I found out was quiet.No thunder. No lighting. Just a simple knock on the door and on

Kidnapped And Scared

SARIAN I woke up that morning with a strange feeling in my chest. It wasn’t pain, not exactly. Just a tightness. A pressure, like something unseen was sitting on me. I couldn’t name it. I couldn’t shake it. It sat heavy,like something was waiting for me, just outside the door. Something that didn’t knock. Something that didn’t ask permission.Rosa knocked gently around ten. She was always soft with me, like she was afraid I might break if she raised her voice. “Señorita Sarian?” she called.“I’m okay,” I said, not moving from the edge of the bed.“Do you want breakfast?”I paused, then shook my head. “No. Thank you.”I wasn’t hungry. I needed something else,something bigger than food.Air.I needed air more than anything. Fresh, messy, chaotic air. The kind that didn’t smell like expensive furniture polish or freshly arranged roses. I needed space. Space from the quiet perfection of this mansion. From Julio’s eyes always watching, always reading me like a book he wasn’t sure he shoul

The Phone Call

DON JULIO My jaw was set so tight, I could feel the muscles in my temples throbbing. It had been a long, brutal day. Every hour that ticked by without Sarian felt like a lifetime. I’d been driving, yes, but it was more than that. I'd been tearing through the city with my voice, my phone welded to my ear, each word a demand, a threat, a desperate plea for any scrap of information. My guys were out there, the best I had, but the reports coming back were always the same: nothing. She was just… gone. Vanished. Like a puff of smoke caught in a strong wind.I’d trusted them. My own men, the ones who swore loyalty to me. I’d believed her safe within those walls, a haven from the storm that was my life. Now, a cold, hard knot of fear was twisting in my gut, a sensation I hadn't experienced with this intensity in years. It was a primal thing, a father’s fear mixed with something else, something possessive and fierce.The shrill ring of the phone cut through the tense silence of the car, makin

The Waiting Game

Don JulioThe first few hours after that damn call felt like a lifetime crammed into a handful of heartbeats. My best men, guys I trusted with my life, were out there, turning over every stone in the city. Every connection, every rumor that slithered through the back alleys and dimly lit bars – they were on it. But the silence was deafening. No solid leads. It was like Sarian and the ghosts who snatched her had simply evaporated, leaving no trace.I was a caged animal in my own study. The expensive Persian rug under my feet did little to absorb the restless energy that coursed through me. Back and forth, back and forth, the silence of the house pressing down, thick and suffocating. Only the sharp, insistent ring of my phone dared to break it, and each call was a jab, either another dead end or a fresh wave of agonizing questions.I reached for the crystal decanter on the mahogany bar, the amber liquid inside looking like liquid courage. I poured a generous shot of my finest whiskey, t

So Pathetic

CATALINA She looked pathetic.Crumbled on the concrete like wet paper. Her arms tied behind her back, her ankles swollen from struggling. Her face—what was left of it—was a mess of dried blood, bruises, and swelling. Her lip had split, and the corner of her eye was turning a deep purple. And still, she breathed.Pitiful.I stood at the doorway for a long moment, just watching her. Quiet. Still. My hands folded in front of me like I was about to attend mass. I wanted to feel satisfied, but all I felt was an old hunger sharpening inside me.Sarian.The name tasted bitter in my mouth, like a fruit that rotted before it ripened.“She’s awake,” one of the men said, not quite looking at me.I stepped in.My heels clicked across the cold cement with the kind of rhythm I knew would make her flinch. She was trying to shift her weight upright, but even her breathing looked painful.I tilted my head and studied her face. “Look at you,” I said softly, smiling like I was greeting an old friend. “

Find Her

SIMEONI knew something was off the moment I walked into the house.The hallway was too quiet.The guards didn’t meet my eyes like they normally did. One even took a step back as I passed. That wasn’t fear. That was shame.And then I heard the footsteps. Heavy. Measured. Too familiar.My father was pacing.I hadn’t seen him in two days. That usually meant trouble was brewing, and now I could feel the weight of it pressing into my skin.I stepped into the main room and found him standing by the bar, one hand gripping a crystal glass so tight I thought it might shatter.Abraham Moretti.Capo of the Bloody Vultures. My father. My general. My curse.“Sit,” he said without looking at me.I obeyed. The leather chair creaked beneath me, but I didn’t say a word. My palms were already sweaty.He turned slowly, placing the glass down with care, like it was more precious than the people he destroyed.Then he walked toward me.And seized me by the collar.I didn’t even have time to blink before h

I Want Her Back

SIMEON I waited until the house was quiet before I made the call.After the storm that was my father’s rage, the silence felt heavier. It settled in the halls like dust after a gunfight—thick, still, full of something unsaid. The guards were back in their places, pretending not to glance at me, and I didn’t want to talk to any of them. I didn’t want to see anyone.I needed to breathe. To think. To hear her voice and understand what the hell she had done.I stepped into the study and shut the door behind me. Locked it. The smell of old paper, whiskey, and my father’s cologne still clung to the walls.Then I sat behind the desk, pulled out my phone, and stared at Catalina’s name on the screen.I hesitated.My thumb hovered for a second.Then I pressed “Call.”It rang three times before she picked up.“Hello, love,” she said.Her voice was just as smooth and calm as ever. Like nothing had happened. Like Sarian wasn’t missing. Like I wasn’t falling apart from the inside out.“What did yo

Escaping

SARIAN My body felt like it didn’t belong to me anymore.The pain had settled deep in my bones—quiet but sharp. The ropes had dug into my wrists and ankles, and I could feel dried blood on my skin. I didn’t know how long I had been in this dark room. Hours? Days? Time had become a blur.But I was still breathing.That meant something.The weak light bulb above me flickered. My head ached, and the side of my face was swollen from where one of Catalina’s men had hit me. I tried not to cry anymore—my tears had dried up the night before.I was tired. Cold. Angry.But most of all—I was scared.I had no idea if Julio knew what had happened to me. No idea if anyone cared. Maybe I was going to die in this room. Maybe Catalina would win.I closed my eyes and whispered his name.*Julio…*A sound came from the hallway.Footsteps.I tensed.Not again. Please, not again.The door creaked open slowly, and I squinted, expecting another one of Catalina’s men.But it wasn’t.It was someone else.A ma

Thorns

CATALINA They always talk about how power feels—how it tastes, how it dresses itself in velvet and gold. But no one ever talks about the silence that comes with it. The kind of silence that wraps around your neck like silk, until you realize it's a noose.I sat alone in the villa’s upper floor, watching the storm unfold below from the cracked window. The courtyard was a battlefield now. I could hear the gunshots—the bursts of rage and desperation, the metallic thunder of men who came to kill or die trying. The air smelled like blood and gasoline. It reminded me of home.Of the life I was born into.Of the crown I was never supposed to wear.And yet, here I was—queen of what? An empire built on fear, rotting at the center because one girl had walked in and reminded Don Julio that love still existed. Sarian. Even her name sounded soft. A name you’d whisper, not shout. A name that didn’t belong in our world of knives and secrets.But somehow, she had taken everything.Him. His loyalty.

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