The Mafia Don's Redemption
s place, Valentina. Th
d before the gates of the Nevarro Estate, the
they opened, a shiver
without a trace. The little wret
imagined, a testament to the wealth and power of the
s, and I was its
his heirs, and nothing wou
when my father had to come because of h
ng that it was unnecessary to le
who was promised to
er
ne, I had to step up
my bags. I had to drag it down the long dr
favourite paint brushes, a remna
my breath, cursing when no one from this vast estate came to help me. No
te opened with a crea
o Nev
in those photographs
uch
striking blue - the colour of stormy seas - he
voice smooth as velvet. "Or
confirmation of the new identi
d, my voice trembling despite
e in
fore turning on his heel and dis
I fol
rtunity to run a
e morning," a voice in my head whi
tepped
ion was as cold and inti
stretched beneath my feet, and the
void of an
e of hallways until we reac
ireplace, casting deep s
aid, gesturing to t
into it without
ere," he said, finally
hard, nodd
ck of ice. I knew my role in his life - produce heirs, be a
re than a pawn i
sister was a tricky little thing. She challenged me
I helped h
y, laden with anger
nger bubbled
d with her, the life of f
into this," I said, my voi
hat my words had any impact. "A wise choice. It
eak a contract withou
have re
d, the words slipping out before I could sto
spoke, betraying jus
ean it resembled. There was a flicker of amusement in them, l
you belong to me, Valentina, an
the gut, a reminder that there
sked, my voice barely above a w
ntensity that made my breath catch. "I want your obedience,
nd reeling from his words. "You love I
question. It
n his eyes-something dark and unreadable. "Love is a luxury that doe
m. "I will do whatever you ask," I said, my voice steady even as my heart pounded in
rough me. "You are already her replacement,
oom was so thick I c
ing more than a substitute, a placeholder for the woman he had lost. I w
nce. "You'll stay in the west wing of the mansion. Your qua
beneath me. "Was Isabella supposed to stay in a separate win
g to face me once more. "Isa
hit me lik
e spoke it, but hearing it out
in his life. I was nothing more than a tool to b
d it open, revealing the lush bedroom within. "This will be your room," he said, h
us shrinking. His presence was overwh
sed myself for the treachero
rmured, my voice
away without a backwards glance. I was left alone, su
back the heavy curtains to star
of colours and life that felt like a cruel
ere out there. She
rlier, leaning forward. "But don't forget, it's not just yo