All Chapters of His Sinful Empire : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

An older man stood immediately, probably in his seventies but still vital, still commanding, his eyes sharp and assessing as they landed on me. He was tall, distinguished, gray hair perfectly groomed, wearing a suit despite the informal setting. “Enzo!” His voice boomed, warm but powerful, filling the room. “It’s been years! It had to take a special invitation to bring you back here, eh?” “Nonno.” Enzo moved forward, embraced the older man, genuine affection in the gesture. “You’re looking well.” “Golf keeps me young.” Salvatore pulled back, his hands on Enzo’s shoulders, studying him. “And you look tired. Milan is working you too hard.” Then his eyes shifted to me, standing slightly behind Enzo. “And this must be the young woman I’ve heard so much about.” Enzo’s hand found mine, pulled me forward. “Nonno, this is Nina. Nina, my grandfather, Salvatore.” “Signorina Nina.” Salvatore took my hand, kissed it with old-world gallantry. “Welcome to our home. Any woman who can tam

NINA’s POV I felt the bed shift, then the warmth of lips against my temple, soft and lingering. My eyes fluttered open slowly, the bright Sicilian sun streaming through the windows making me squint. Enzo was already dressed, crisp white shirt, dark slacks, looking like he’d been awake for hours. “Morning, baby girl,” he murmured against my hair, his hand stroking down my arm. “What time is it?” My voice was rough with sleep. “Early. Just past eight.” He kissed my forehead. “I have to go out.” I sat up slightly, the sheet falling to my waist, suddenly more alert. “Go out? Where?” “Family business.” “What business?” “Just business.” His tone was firm, closing off that line of questioning. “I’m going out with Nonno and Alessandro. Won’t be long.” “How long is not long?” “Few hours. Maybe more.” He stood, adjusting his watch. “Don’t worry about anything. If you need something, Maria or Giuseppe will handle it. They’re here to help you.” “But—” He leaned down, kisse

ENZO’s POV The drive took us out of the main villa grounds, up winding roads into the hills, to one of the family’s more private properties. A smaller estate, more fortress than home, with views that stretched across the entire valley, the Mediterranean glinting in the distance. This was where Nonno conducted his most sensitive business, away from prying eyes and listening ears. Alessandro drove, Nonno beside him in the front, me in the back, all of us silent as we climbed higher into the hills. The tension in the car was palpable, the kind that came before serious conversations, before decisions that would shape the future. We pulled up to the estate, guards at every entrance, more security than the villa, more weapons visible. This wasn’t about comfort or family gatherings. This was about power. “Come,” Nonno said as we got out, leading us not into the house but around it, to a stone staircase that climbed the exterior wall. “The roof. Better to talk where no one can hear.”

NINA’s POV I was tired of staying inside that room, staring at the walls, waiting like some obedient pet for Enzo to return. The villa was beautiful, vast, and I was treating it like a prison cell. I needed to move, to do something, anything to stop my mind from replaying Dante’s inappropriate comments and wandering eyes from breakfast. I decided to look for Maria. Maybe we could prepare lunch together, something to do with my hands, something normal and domestic that would make me feel less like a kept woman and more like… I didn’t even know what. A person with purpose, maybe. I made my way back downstairs, through the corridors I was slowly learning, toward the kitchen area. The main kitchen was empty, pristine and professional, clearly the domain of the villa’s cook who was nowhere to be seen. But I could hear voices, muffled, coming from somewhere deeper, maybe a pantry or storage room, another entrance to the kitchen I hadn’t noticed before. I followed the sound, my footst

NINA’s POV The drive back was peaceful, my body still humming from the water, from his words. Enzo’s hand stayed on my thigh, possessive, warm. “There’s a dinner party tomorrow night,” he said. “Family and business associates.” My stomach dropped. “What? I don’t have anything to wear for something like that—” “Why is that a problem when I could buy you a whole boutique?” He glanced at me, that slight smirk on his face. “I don’t need a whole boutique—” “I’ll have options brought tomorrow morning.” Case closed, his tone said. We pulled through the gates. He came around, opened my door, his hand immediately finding my lower back as we walked toward the entrance. The door opened before we reached it. A woman stepped out, and everything in me went cold. She was beautiful. Dark hair, elegant, designer clothes. And the moment she saw Enzo, she ran to him, threw her arms around him, held him tight. Too tight. She kissed his cheek, her lips lingering, her whole body pres