All Chapters of No One Waits Forever: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

Chapter 1

"Bianca, has something upset you lately?"Papa's familiar, worried voice came through the line.My nose stung. I nearly let the tears fall."Nothing, Papa. I just miss home a little. The Sicilian sun is much warmer than New York."Papa gave a soft laugh, and the tension in his voice eased."My principessa has finally tired of the outside world. Come home soon — I miss you too."He paused, then came to the point:"So when will you return to Sicily? "" I'll wrap things up here and come back as soon as I can.""All right."He hesitated. "Do you want to invite Vito Carlisi? I heard you two are neighbors."I bowed my head and swallowed the ache rising behind my eyes."Don't invite him. Once I leave New York, I won't be seeing him again."After I hung up, I sank back against the sofa, drained of everything.To the world, my life and Vito's would never intersect.He is the heir of the Carlisi family, ruthless and feared by all people.I am the principessa of the Rossi family, cherished and a

Chapter 2

I was jolted awake by a nightmare in the middle of the night, slipped out of Vito's arms, and stepped onto the balcony to let the cool breeze clear my head.I must have drifted off there, because the next thing I knew, Vito was lifting me in his arms and I startled awake. He gave a bitter smile."What are you doing out here on the balcony instead of in bed?"The words had barely left his mouth when his expression shifted."Why are you burning up?"I felt empty and didn't want to answer. Instead, I let his palm settle on my forehead, its coolness a sharp contrast to my feverish skin.He frowned, wrapped me in a cashmere blanket, and began changing my clothes without a word.I raised my weak hand to push him away."I can do it myself."The fever made my tongue feel clumsy in my mouth.Vito brushed my hand aside without effort."How many times have I helped you get changed? And now you're shy?"He dressed me firmly, then carried me down to the car.We drove straight to one of New York's t

Chapter 3

After I hung up, the driver took me home.That night, Vito did not come back as he had promised.Late in the evening, my phone buzzed with a notification. I tapped it open to find that Vito had shared a post of Sia's — a photograph of two shadows leaning closely together, captioned with a line of sentimental prose:The person who truly cares for you is the one who, no matter how far you walk away, will still be standing there when you turn around.I had barely tapped the Like button when the post disappeared. It had been deleted.I smiled and unfollowed him.That night, without Vito, I slept better than I had in a long time.When my friends heard I was leaving New York, they were heartbroken, Chloe most of all — she clung to me in tears and begged me not to go. Since none of us knew when we'd see each other again after this, they suggested we all share one last meal together.I was hardly going to say no. I booked the VIP suite at a high-end club and treated them all.As fate would h

Chapter 4

My knees caught the corner of the sofa. I drew a sharp breath at the pain.But Sia shook her head, tears still clinging to her lashes."Vito, forget it. This isn't Bianca's fault. I was just unlucky to run into someone like that."Then she let out a low, soft whimper, small and fragile as a kitten, impossible not to pity.But what had I done wrong?A quiet laugh escaped me. I looked over at Vito."I'm curious, Vito. You've confirmed I hurt Sia. I'm sorry — I won't admit to something without evidence, and I have no interest in playing out this farce with you."Five years of living side by side. I had thought that in Vito's heart, my character needed no proof.Yet in front of Sia, five years amounted to nothing.His favoritism was plain for anyone to see. And I was simply the one who had lost this game.I didn't go back to the suite. I settled the bill, sent my friends a message to say goodbye, and left.Back home, I sank into the sofa with overwhelming exhaustion, my mind drifting back

Chapter 5

"What did you say?"Vito shot to his feet, his chair slamming into the floor-to-ceiling window behind him with a dull thud."I sent it to your phone. See for yourself.""The Moretti family is holding a wedding in Sicily today — Bianca is the bride. Vito, people from all five families were there. This is the biggest news in Sicily, and you really didn't know?"Vito was in no state to answer Lucas's question. He opened the photo Lucas had sent to his phone.It was taken from a distance, but the image was sharp enough.Sunlight poured through the stained-glass windows of the Monreale Cathedral, falling across Bianca's profile.She was on the arm of the Don of Rossi, a slight smile on her face, walking slowly toward the end of the red carpet.And at the other end stood a young, handsome heir to the Moretti family — Enzo Moretti.How could Bianca be marrying someone else?She had been willing to set aside her pride as the eldest daughter of the Rossi family just for him, keeping their relat

Chapter 6

At the sound of those words, Vito's tall frame went rigid, the panic in his eyes barely suppressed."Bianca, don't throw away a marriage out of spite! You know I'm the one you love!""I swear you will be the only mistress of the Carlisi family, now and always! Come back to New York with me, right now!"His words drew a laugh from me, and I replied without a trace of courtesy."Since I saw that wall covered in photos of you and Sia, you have been the last person in this world I could ever love."At that, Vito's throat worked with visible effort. He tried to speak, a thread of panic running through his voice."You went up to the attic?"I turned away, unwilling to spare him another glance."These past few days I've come to find that Sicilian’s sun shines far brighter than New York's.""Vito, no one waits forever, except your Sia."Enzo took my hand gently, his fingers lacing through mine.He looked down at the man before him, his gaze cold as steel."Mr. Carlisi, I don't think you quite

Chapter 7

Back in New York, Vito pushed open the front door and was greeted by a room full of darkness.There was no warm lamplight, let alone the familiar figure who would light up with a smile the moment Bianca heard the door open.He tugged at his tie out of habit, shrugged off his coat, and went to the wardrobe to get changed.The space that had once felt crowded was now bare and hollow. The vivid, bespoke gowns that had filled more than half the closet, along with everything else that was hers, had vanished without a trace. She had left without a backward glance. It was as though, in all these five years, she had never once set foot in his world.Vito sank onto the sofa, drained, and buried his face in his hands.He had always believed Bianca could not live without him. No matter how far he strayed, he told himself, she would come running to him the moment he turned around.He had been wrong.Bianca was the proud princess of the Rossi family. The fiercer her love burned, the colder its

Chapter 8

When Sia pushed open the door, she was startled by the scene before her.Empty bottles littered the floor, and the air was thick with the sharp sting of alcohol and the heavy reek of tobacco. In the middle of the living room carpet, Vito sat slumped, eyes bloodshot, stubble rough on his jaw, one hand still clutching a half-empty bottle of whiskey. His hair, always so meticulously groomed, was a disheveled mess, and his fine black shirt hung open at the collar.Sia reached for the bottle, then noticed he was staring blankly at a white wedding invitation on the coffee table. A flicker of quiet satisfaction crossed her eyes before she quickly arranged her face into an expression of distress."Vito, how did you let yourself get like this?""You haven't been to the office in three days. The board has been looking for you.""Get out!" Vito shoved her hand away, sending amber liquid splashing from the bottle and soaking her clothes.Sia froze for a moment, then her eyes welled up with wou

Chapter 9

Three months later. Red Hook Terminal.Vito stood beside the stacked crates, watching his men count the boxes, his expression unreadable.His underboss Marco moved closer and lowered his voice. "Vito, the route was changed at the last minute. The other side confirmed it too. Should be fine."Vito gave a single nod and said nothing.Brooklyn nights were quiet, with only the lap of water in the harbor and the occasional low groan of a passing freighter.The exchange was halfway through when the silence around them turned wrong."Ambush!"Marco was the first to react, drawing his gun and returning fire. Figures poured out of the darkness — only gunshots and footsteps answered, as if they had known the Carlisi family's route all along."Fall back! Head for the docks!"Vito fired as he retreated, a bullet grazing past his ear.Almost there. One more sprint across the open ground and they'd be at the boat.Marco was covering his left flank, a bullet already in his shoulder."Vito, go."The

Chapter 10

The next morning, the front pages of every major newspaper in New York were blanketed with the news of Vito Carlisi's assassination.Sia stared at the television, a wild smile curling at the corners of her mouth."Vito, this is what you get for not loving me!"She laughed, and yet tears streamed down her face.Why did she feel so hollow inside, as if something had been carved out of her?She wiped her eyes, picked up her passport and her suitcase, and prepared to leave New York.But the moment she reached the intersection, an out-of-control heavy truck came roaring at her from the side.Sia did not even have time to scream before she was pulled under the wheels.Blood soaked the crosswalk red.Far away, at the Moretti estate in Sicily, the sun was bright and a gentle breeze drifted through the air.I lay in a garden chair with my eyes closed, letting warmth wash over me.Then my phone rang. It was Chloe."Bianca! Have you seen the news? Vito is dead!" She read me the story word for wor

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