All Chapters of His Queen,Their War: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The room was a tomb.Concrete walls stained with water and old blood held in the heavy darkness, broken only by the yellow glare of a single overhead bulb. It hummed faintly.The stench of sweat, rust, and fear filled the air so thick it seemed alive.A man sat bound in a metal chair at the center, wrists tied so tight with rope that raw flesh showed beneath the bindings. His chest rose and fell in frantic bursts, his mouth gagged until his own spit leaked down his chin. Every creak of the chair echoed in the silence like a scream.The door groaned open.Salvatore and Lorenzo stepped in, their footsteps sharp on the floor. Lorenzo entered first, his face a mask of cool indifference, the kind of man who had stood in this room a hundred times and stopped counting after the first dozen. He leaned against the wall with folded arms, his eyes watchful, detached.And then came Salvatore.The air shifted when he walked in. His presence carried weight and authority that didn’t need announcing,

Alessia's POVThe streets of Sicily always felt like a canvas to me. Every corner painted with colors, every passerby draped in textures that told their own stories. I walked slowly, letting the cobblestones guide my steps, my eyes catching on the shop windows filled with fabrics, mannequins, and delicate designs.Fashion wasn’t just clothing,it was life, breathing through stitches and hems, whispering through folds of fabric. Ever since I was a little girl, I dreamed of creating pieces that would make people pause, turn their heads, feel something. Not just beauty, but emotion. The kind of dresses that could turn a moment into a memory. I guess Dad and Mom don't care about my dreams.But dreams often felt fragile, like thread slipping through my fingers. Money was scarce, opportunities even scarcer. I was still just a girl with a sketchbook full of designs, working late nights, hoping one day someone would see me,believe in me and madly support me.The crisp autumn air carried the fa

His words shook me,his gaze held mine,his appearance calling out to me! I quickly pulled away,my chest rising and falling.My eyes narrowed,first he dropped a bomb in my ear back at the VIP…now this!?I heard him chuckle with a deep tone.“You can't be serious Lorenzo! She is all I have” said my brother.“I am dead serious. You took all I had from me without thinking twice and now I am simply returning the favor”. There was silence in the room then he said,“I have told you what is to be done,just like you requested. It should be done before the week is over!”. Then I heard his approaching footsteps,my eyes widened in horror as I quickly backed away. Panic jolted through me,my heels slipping on the polished floor.I crashed down hard,pain shooting up my spin. Then his shadow cast over me,he slowly walked up to me,he towered over me. Now he was dressed in a black suit,he didn't wear his jacket this time and his sleeves were rolled up revealing those veiny arms.His eyes scanned my body

There came a knock at the door just as I was starting to steady my breathing. Matteo moved without hesitation,he went from calm to command in a single breath. He crossed to the door and opened it before the second knock landed, his frame filling the doorway as if he were a shield between me and whoever was at the door.I saw a group of women standing there, their arms full of cases and kits that smelled like a salon and a backstage dressing room,powder, alcohol, the sweet metallic tang of hairspray. They smiled politely, professional and efficient, the kind of smiles that had practiced warmth without waste. One of them had a clipboard, another carried a rolling case that hummed faintly when she set it down.“Come in,” Matteo said, his voice smooth. “You can set up anywhere you like in here.”They filled the room with easy choreography. Two positioned themselves by the window where the light was best, pulling out palettes and brushes and flitting between one case and the next. Another

I tried to mutter a word! God, I tried.I opened my mouth, hoping to form words that would make sense, that would capture even a fraction of what I felt. Something like stunning or incredible or my God, you’re… but every syllable froze on my tongue. The sight of her in blonde, straight hair falling perfectly past her shoulders, bangs soft and daring, tattoos peeking like little flames along her skin,made my mind shatter into a thousand useless fragments.She caught my hesitation. Those sharp, brilliant eyes—Alessia eyes, my Alessia eyes—narrowed slightly, reading me like I was an open book. And then, almost casually, her gaze dipped to the tray I forgot I was holding.Her lips parted in a squeal of delight. “Food!” I exhaled sharply, relief and terror mingling in my chest. She dashed forward, hands reaching for the tray, but paused long enough to glance back at me. Her tone had that teasing edge I’d known all my life.“You’ll pay for being late,” she scolded, voice sharp, eyes glinti