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Her lips were still on mine when I realized I was losing a war I had never imagined I would have to fight.Helena.Everything inside me screamed her name.Her delicate face remained cradled in my hands, and I could feel the faint tremor of her breathing mingling with mine. She was still shaken by the scare I had given her, yet even so, she returned the kiss with a sweetness that dismantled every wall I had spent my life building.๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐Two days.They had felt like two years.That damned house had never seemed so suffocating.For forty-eight hours, I did exactly what I had to do.I avoided breakfast.I avoided crossing paths with my father.I avoided every hallway where there was even the slightest chance of running into Helena.Not because I wanted to.But because I knew Dom Vittorio was watching my every move.My father never wasted words.Least of all threats.If he had stationed a guard outside her bedroom door, it was because he wanted to watch far more than Helena.He wanted to watch me.He wanted to find out just how far I was willing to go.And I refused to give him that answer.I spent those two days hiding behind work.I spent hours at the casino.I solved problems in the familyโs companies.I signed contracts
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐I was in a terrible mood.ActuallyโฆIt had gone far beyond a simple bad mood a long time ago.It was anger.Frustration.Anxiety.A suffocating mix of emotions is burning inside my chest like a bomb on the verge of exploding.I had spent the entire night thinking about Helena.For the first time since I had started sneaking into her room, she slept alone.And so did I.Not because I wanted to.But because my father had decided to put a damn guard outside her bedroom door.Since then, my mind hadnโt known a single second of peace.I needed to find a way to get to her.I needed to make sure she was safe.I needed to find a way out.But every solution that came to mind seemed to end in the same place.Dom Vittorio.I let out an irritated breath and pulled another folder toward me.
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐Her lips were still on mine when I realized I was losing a war I had never imagined I would have to fight.Helena.Everything inside me screamed her name.Her delicate face remained cradled in my hands, and I could feel the faint tremor of her breathing mingling with mine. She was still shaken by the scare I had given her, yet even so, she returned the kiss with a sweetness that dismantled every wall I had spent my life building.She had no idea what she did to me.The damage she caused.The gentle way her fingers held the fabric of my shirt.The soft scent of her hair seemed to linger in the air even after she pulled away.The softness of her skin beneath my hands.The warmth of her body is so close to mine.Everything about her seemed designed to test every fragment of my self-control.I had spent my entire life learning that a man in the mafia co
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ My heart still felt like it was trying to leap out of my chest. It was pounding so hard that I was certain anyone outside could hear it. Alessandroโs hand was still covering my lips, firm enough to keep me from making a sound, yet unbelievably gentle. There was no violence in his touch. Only urgency. I could feel his breath close to mine. Warm. Unsteady. Just as uneven as my own. Only inches from my face, his eyes scanned the room before returning to me, alert to every sound coming from the hallway. โShhhโฆโ he whispered so softly that his voice nearly blended into the silence of the kitchen. โDonโt scream. Iโm going to take my hand off your mouth, but I need you not to make a single sound. We canโt draw anyoneโs attention.โ I nodded immediately. I couldnโt even speak. My entire body was
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐I spent the entire day locked inside my room.Not because anyone had forbidden me from leaving.But because I was afraid.Since breakfast, something had changed in that house.I could feel it.I couldnโt explain exactly what it was.It was just a feeling.Heavy.Pressing against my chest like a premonition that refused to go away.The atmosphere between Dom Vittorio and Alessandro seemed different.The two of them had remained alone in the dining room after I asked permission to go upstairs, and, ever since then, the expressions on their faces had not left my mind.Especially Alessandroโs.He seemedโฆ tense.More than usual.As if he were carrying an enormous weight on his shoulders.As if he needed to hide something.As if he was about to lose control.And no matter how much I tried to convince myself th
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐The guard wasnโt there by accident.I knew that.I stopped a few feet away from Helenaโs bedroom door, keeping my expression unreadable while my mind raced at an absurd speed.My father never did anything without a reason.He never wasted men.He never reinforced security around a single room unless there was a purpose behind it.The question was simple.What was that purpose?Had he discovered something?Or was he feeding a suspicion?My gaze returned to the closed door.Behind it, Helena was probably already asleep.Or trying to sleep.Maybe she was still awake.Maybe she was waiting to hear the soft knocks that, over the past few nights, had become part of her routine.My chest tightened.I had promised I would be there.Promised she would never spend another night alone.And now an armed man was standing between us.I took a deep breath before walking over to the guard.He noticed my approach immediately.Straightening his posture.โMr. Alessandro.โI g
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐Dinner was not over yet, and the minutes seemed to drag on. The men talked incessantlyโso many topics, business after business. Meanwhile, my mother remained the same: quiet, with calculated movements.And I ate slowly, to avoid giving them any opportunity to ask me questions or
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐I finished my shower, dried myself, and tied the robe around my body. I sat on the bed, trying to pretend that night didnโt exist. That it wasnโt about to happen.I wanted to disappear.The soft knock on the door made me hold my breath.โCome in,โ I said, even though I knew my p
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐The breakfast conversation replayed in my head without pause. Every word my father had spoken. Every look he avoided. Every gesture, calculated down to the smallest detail. It had all been soโฆ deliberate. As if he had rehearsed that scene for years and the day had finally come t
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐Some women are born to be loved.Others, to be used.And someโฆ to be traded.I was traded.No one asked if I agreed. No one asked if I was afraid. Or if I wanted it. Or if I was ready.Important decisions are never explained to women like me. They happen. Delivered in short sent







