Loving The Mafia Boss

Too Late For Regret: The Genius Heiress Who Shines

Nikolos Bussini

Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite—except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We’ve already lost so many years. I won’t let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a word. Everyone mocked her fall—until they discovered that the miracle doctor, jewelry mogul, stock genius, top hacker, and the President's true daughter… were all her. When Cary came crawling back, a ruthless tycoon had him kicked out. "She's my wife now. Get lost."

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Alice stepped carefully into the room, her shoes clicking softly against the polished marble floor. The space was large, with high ceilings and dim gold lighting. Plush chairs sat near the windows, and velvet curtains hung heavy over the glass. A glass table stood untouched, and behind it, near the far wall, Rodriguez stood with his back to her, looking out the tall window.

He turned slowly when he heard the door close. His eyes met hers, then shifted away.

"You shouldn't be here," Rodriguez said, his voice low and firm. "You should go back downstairs. Your family is waiting."

Alice didn't move. "I don't want to go back."

Rodriguez raised an eyebrow but didn't speak.

She stepped forward, unhurried but sure of herself. "I came up here because of you," she said. "I saw you leave, and I followed you."

"You followed me?" he asked.

"Yes." She paused. "I wanted to see you."

Rodriguez crossed his arms. "You've seen me. Now go."

"No."

He narrowed his gaze. "Alice."

She tilted her chin up. "I'm not going."

Rodriguez let out a breath and turned his back again. "Your father's downstairs."

"I know."

"He's a police officer."

"I know that too."

Rodriguez's voice dropped, steady but cold. "And you want to be alone in a room with me? What do you think will happen here?"

Alice walked toward him slowly, step by step. "I know what I want."

He turned around sharply. "You don't know what you're asking for."

"Yes, I do."

"No, you don't," he said. "You're just a girl-"

"I'm not just a girl," she interrupted, stepping closer until there was little space left between them. "I'm not a child. I know who you are. I know the things people say about you. And I know what I want."

Rodriguez looked down at her, his expression tight. "You don't understand the kind of man I am."

"I've heard enough," Alice said. "You're experienced. Some even say dangerous. And you've been with many women."

Rodriguez didn't reply.

She took another step closer. "So why not me?"

He blinked once, slowly. "Because you're different."

She frowned. "Why?"

"Because you're innocent," he said. "Because you're the daughter of a cop. Because you shouldn't want anything from a man like me."

Alice lifted her hand and touched the edge of his suit jacket. "Maybe I want something I've never had before."

He stiffened under her touch. "You don't know what you're asking me to do."

"I want you to touch me."

"No."

"Yes."