MasukShocked, I nodded my head. I needed to have a conversation with Russo. He needed to help André. We could talk to Vincent. I offered him a weak smile, hoping it would convince them. "Please, don't leave without breakfast, Sir." Grey said, halting me. I blinked at her for a moment. She shouldn't stick her nose in my business. I opened my mouth. "Ara!" Uncle looked at me, disapprovingly. He took hold of my elbow and urged me back into my seat. "You need to eat first, child. I'll see you around." He said as he walked over to the door. "Make sure my daughter doesn't leave the table without finishing her breakfast." Uncle ordered his guard. I let out a frustrated sigh. This wouldn't have happened if she had kept her mouth shut. I slanted her a cold look. On the contrary, she smiled at me. "Nino and mom are worried about you. I just want them to have a lovely day and stay happy forever. They have endured a lot." She said with a smile. "Are you trying t
"You won't be by yourself, and you won't play any tricks. They're here to keep you secure." His voice boomed in the room again. He had repeated this to me countless times. I wasn’t planning to trick Matt and Fabio again. "I wouldn't intend to do that, when I'm aware of the consequences." I told him, swallowing hard. He gently cupped the side of my jaw. "There's nothing to be afraid of. You're trained and..." He leaned in and pecked on my lips. "You're my wife." He said, looking deeply into my eyes. I smiled warmly at him. I wasn't scared with him by my side. I nodded my head, masking my fear. I wouldn't dare to step out alone when I knew what their true intentions were. Dad might trust Jenoah, I hadn't forgotten our first encounter, how Jenoah Abruzzo bent on labelling me illegitimate child while he was aware of the truth.
Maximo Russo Moretti This day took an unexpected turn. He had never anticipated sharing a room with Alessio. They always wanted to kill each other. There was one person who stood between their enmity like a wall, it was his wife they cared about. "I have a list of their classmates. I'll be there before the wedding." Igor said. Their eyes were fixed on the display of the laptop as he let out a heavy exhale. "Dariel killers are still out there." Dante muttered, his face darkening with rage. "Someone is too cunning to leave any traces behind." His hands fisted, his stormy blue eyes gazed out through the glass wall. "You should consider making Evara a part of this team. We’ll be careful about what we share." Igor suggested, he was seated in his office. They were communicating through a video call. They both shook their heads. "She's not cut from the same cloth." Alessio quickly rejected the idea. "She won't be out of your sight. Think
I couldn't wait for the wedding ceremony to be over. It wasn't like I led a life of my choice at my husband's mansion. Russo wasn't bossy like Alessio, if he was, he had a better control over his anger and attitude. You would never know what was in his head until you saw Russo in action. Someone cleared his throat. "Can we have a word, buttercup?" Dad asked, waiting impatiently. He didn't leave my side, giving me a moment to gather myself. "Sure," I muttered, I could feel my husband's gaze on me from a distance. He stayed leaning against his car, watching me. I wondered, didn't he get tired? He sat next to me and studied my face. "Is my wedding causing you emotional breakdown?" Dad asked me. I knew he would cancel the wedding. I shook my head. "No, I have no problem with your daughter and your new wife. Reina was my momma's friend." I told him. "Ara! She's your half-sister." He told me. "I know. Just like my twin." I mut
I swallowed hard as I winced, noticing my husband following closely behind Alessio. His jaw was locked and his hands fisted. Evandro drew to his feet and positioned himself between us. "Keep your distance if you intend to hurt her." He warned, growling at them. Alessio shot him a fierce look. "You and your family are the real danger." He snarled. Russo ignored them. He concealed his fury and worry under the mask and stared down at me, his expression unreadable. "Are you alright?" He asked. I dipped my chin and looked at them. “Alessio, stop it. No one has hurt me." I told him. "You're grounded." He growled, pointing his index finger at me. "What!" My eyes dilated in shock. "You're kidding me." I asked in disbelief. "Nobody is joking here, Evara." Russo said, his jaw set firmly. "You can't do this to me. None of you can." I told them in disbelief. Russo's mask dropped and my inside trembled in fear as his cold gaze fixed
His eyes narrowed at me. "You don't need a job. Do you know the consequences of your actions?" He snapped, scolding me. "I should alert the guards and, of course, we need an ambulance. Russo would be at our door at any moment." Randy said, frowning. He took out his phone. "Please, don't do that." I requested him. "Answer me." He ordered me, jerking me by the elbow. "I have an interview with Mr. Evandro Castelli." I told him. He stared at me with his brownish green eyes. "What are you up to?" He asked. "Who are you? Do you work here? You have power over many things, I can tell." I told him. "He's..." Randy began but he cut off Randy as his gaze slanted over him. Randy shrugged his shoulders and looked away. I took their distraction as my opportunity. I ran towards the stairs. "Hey! Stop!" I heard him shouting. Horror clawed at me. I turned to head down the stairs and my ankle twisted. The sudden sharp pain rolled in a
His darkest grey eyes slightly narrowed on me. He must have heard me, but he picked not to question me. "Sienna, inform Father - we're heading out with Alessio." Den told her and turned his gaze on me. "We'll talk about this later." He said and kissed my head. He spun and walked along wit
PRESENT (Fourteen Years old) My gaze drifted around, taking in the view of a beautiful garden, it had neatly trimmed lawns, and there were vibrant blooms adding more charm to it. The air was filled with their scent. It felt like a peaceful oasis. I would have preferred to announce it as ‘no p
PAST The tension was palpable as four mafia bosses sat facing each other in the hall, seething and trading accusations, their hands poised to grab their guns if necessary. A fragile peace had held sway for seven years, sustained by lucrative business deals and treaties. It was a peace born of a
I checked the time on the wall clock. Sienna was supposed to arrive here ten minutes ago. Our parents were going to scold her. We had a wedding we needed to attend. Our parents had left two hours earlier. Suddenly, the tapping of the foot grabbed my attention. I looked u







