LOGINAuthor's POV Vito’s jaw clenched tighter, the muscles ticking.Benito's name stirred a dark coil of possessiveness in his gut, even now, when fear should have eclipsed everything else. Benito might be his brother but it doesn't change the fact that he is Emilia's father and Zoya's ex. Zoya has moved on from him obviously but Benito might manipulate the situation and blame him of everything.“I should,” Vito repeated, his voice rough, almost reluctant. He pulled his phone from his pocket, staring at the black screen as if it might bite him. “But what the hell do I say? ‘Your daughter is fighting for her life because some bastard ran a red light and slammed into them’? It all happened because I took them to the spa and left them there to drive themselves home?"Vittoria reached out, her small hand covering his for a brief second, bold, considering who he was. “You don’t have to promise anything. Just tell him the truth. He deserves that much, Vito. For Emilia’s sake. Plus it wasn't
Author's POV Zoya and Emilia were rushed into the ER the moment they arrived. Emilia had lost consciousness on the way to the hospital, the paramedics who were attending to them in the ambulance said she started crying and said she was in a lot of pain and the next minute she passed out.Vito stood outside the ER, his heart racing, everything felt like a bad dream. His fingers pulled and tug his hair, he wanted to cry, he wanted to scream but he felt so num.Vittoria burst through the hospital doors, Her face was streaked with tears, and sweat. She spotted Vito immediately, standing like a sentinel outside the ER, his broad shoulders rigid with tension.“Vito! Oh God, Vito, what happened? Where’s Zoya? Where’s Emilia?” she cried, her voice breaking as she rushed toward him. “You said there was an accident. Tell me they’re okay. Please, they have to be okay!”Vito turned to her, his eyes softening just a fraction at the sight of his employee's distress. “Vittoria,” he said, his voic
**Vito's POV**"You called me for something as petty as this?" I growled at my casino manager, my voice low and sharp with disbelief.I still couldn't believe he'd dragged me out of the spa for this. Interrupting the relaxing afternoon I'd been sharing with the girls, all because the casino had made a few dollars less today than yesterday."I thought it would be better to let you know in person," my manager replied, shifting nervously."And you couldn't say that over the phone?" I snapped. "Isn't that why I employ you? To manage my business and make it grow? If you can't handle the job, then get out. Leave! I'll find someone else who can."I pulled out my phone and dialed Zoya, already turning away from him.She picked up on the second ring. "Are you girls still at the spa? Let me pick you up.""Not anymore, we left. We're on our way back home.""Okay, I'll be home in fifteen...." An ear-piercing screech of metal tore through the speakers, followed by the sickening crunching sound. M
**Takara’s POV** Vito would not hinder my plans to get rid of Zoya. I reached up to the headboard and grabbed my phone. I dialed one of my father’s men. I needed my people’s help if I was going to eliminate her. “こんにちは、兄さん。ヴィトの人生に女性がいて、彼女が私の計画を妨げている。今日中にこの女性を連れて行ってもらうために、アメリカの連絡先に連絡してほしい。そうすれば、なぜここにいるのか説明を進めたい。” (Hello, brother. There’s a woman in Vito’s life, and she is hindering my plans. I need you to contact our people here in the US and have her taken care of today, so I can proceed with why I’m really here.) His reply came quickly, I was told to sit back and relax while I waited for news of her death. But sitting still had never been my style. With Vito hovering around her, killing Zoya would be painfully slow. I needed him gone. I dressed carefully for the part sharp black suit, heels that clicked on he floor, and a subtle spritz of my signature jasmine perfume, not too much but enough. I slipped out and drove to the spa, the location I’d discreetly memorized earlier whe
Zoya's POV Vito pulled up smoothly to the curb of the spa and dropped us off. “Give me one hour to wrap everything up,” he said. “I’ll join you girls shortly.”“Uncle Vito, are you going to paint your nails?” Emilia asked, her voice bright with mischief.“If you want me to, then I will,” Vito replied, a warm smile crinkling the corners of his eyes.I noticed him lift his hand slightly toward her, as though he wanted to touch her, before he thought better of it and placed it back on the steering wheel. “Will we paint every finger a different color?” Emilia asked again, bouncing lightly on her toes.“Yes, Emilia, every finger a different color,” Vito answered, his smile deepening.“I’ll call you when I arrive,” he said. I nodded, my heart giving a small flutter.He was about to drive away when I leaned through the open window and kissed him softly. His lips were warm, and the light brush of his stubble tickled my skin. Emilia’s delighted giggles floated beside me like tiny bubbles.“S
**Vito's POV**After Takara left, I returned to work. Two exquisite pieces of jewelry had caught my attention for the upcoming auction, and they’d consumed my focus ever since.The blood diamond ruby necklace and the pigeon blood ruby necklace.I wanted to win them for Zoya. She had been through so much shit these past few days, most of it because of me, and I needed to make it up to her.I finally shut my laptop around three in the morning, the soft click echoing in the quiet room, and headed to the bedroom. The bed was empty, the sheets still neatly made. At three in the morning… where could she be?I checked the bathroom first but it was dark and silent. She wasn’t there. I moved to the balcony.The night air was crisp and chilly. I found her curled up on the hanging basket swing I’d bought after overhearing her excitedly mention it to Vittoria during her last visit.“What are you doing out here in the cold?” I murmured, my voice low and rough with fatigue. I scooped her up effort
Vera’s POVI stared at the flickering screen of my laptop, the cursor blinking mockingly on an empty email draft. My fingers hovered over the keys, but my chest felt like it was caving in.I had played my cards all wrong. Every calculated move, every sly smile, every night I spent wrapped around Be
Vito’s POV“Boss, I just got a text from Vittoria,” one of my men called from inside the van.“What does it say?” I ripped a strip of fabric from my t-shirt and wrapped it tightly around my bleeding hand, wincing as the rough cotton scraped against the open wound.“Miss Zoya was worried you didn’t
Author’s POVThe echoes of the riot still lingered in the air like smoke from a dying fire. Shattered glass crunched underfoot on the streets of the old district, and the acrid scent of tear gas and burning tires clung to every breath. For four long months, the people had risen against Vito and t
Zoya’s POVThe polished desk was cool against my back, a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from Vito’s body as he leaned over me. Papers fluttered to the floor, and his laptop got pushed aside with zero regard. His sexy eyes burned into mine, filled with hunger and promise.“Vito…” I whispered







