❝I've already made up my mind, I want you and only you. No one else... because to me, you're my kind of perfect,❞
In the ruthless world of wealth and power, Adrian Ivanov reigns as a cold-hearted man, devoid of remorse. Love holds no meaning for him...
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"Giavanni's on your ass,"
I look up at Riccardo and gave him a sinful smile.
Oh is he now?
"He wouldn't dare to try anything," I chuckle.
Sure, he's in charge of a powerful Italian mafia, but he has nothing against me. After what happened at the stupid event, I was sure he'd start asking his wife all kinds of questions.
Giavanni being the fucked up lovesick man he is threatened Maria to leave Ben. Giavanni fell in love with Maria, despite the fact that she was happily married to another man. As he couldn't stand it anymore, he forced a marriage on her, leading her to leave her husband and daughter.
It is still a mystery to me how Maria managed to keep Valentina from Giavanni. No way could Giavanni have not known about Valentina. He surely carried out a thorough background check on Maria, right?
"Look, after you and Valentina left the event, he called me. We met at his place and he asked me if I knew anything about Valentina," Riccardo explained himself.
I raised my brow waiting for Riccardo to continue.
"When I used to work for him, Giavanni had asked me to find out some things about Maria's past, and of course I knew about her daughter. But I decided to keep her out of the picture and hide her from him,"
Giavanni trusted Riccardo like his own brother. A trusted friend who's scheming against him.
"My Isabel came to mind and I couldn't bring myself to ruin the child's poor life. She was a kid, Adrian. I told Maria I would keep Valentina safe by protecting her from Giavanni if she'd marry him," he shook his head, recalling everything he's done for Maria.
"What really is your plan Adrian?" he asks me, seriousness all over his face.
"I want to ruin that man," I say simply. Nothing would make me happier than to watch that bastard burn in acid. He killed my father and took my mother away from me, which left me to fend for myself.
I grew up without parents and was raised in an orphanage. I was fucking miserable and it was all this fucker's fault. Giavanni had no idea how much rage consumed me throughout these years. I had a fucking family.
"What are your plans with Valentina?"
I sat there in silence. I knew exactly what I was going to do with Valentina. She was an essential piece of my plan to take Giavanni Bianchi down.
"I'm going to use her to destroy Giavanni," I replied. He may not give a damn about her but Maria sure does and Giavanni is head over heels for Maria. She's his weakness.
Riccardo seemed to look unsure but I couldn't care less. "We're done here," I tell him before standing up from my table and walke out of my office with Riccardo who was quick to follow right behind me.
We head to the dining room and Isabel's face immediately lit up.
God I hate this whore.
"Adriannnnn," she shrieks.
Valentina walks into the room just as I was about to shut her up. I couldn't stand being in the same room as her without growing hard, especially with her wearing that.
Fuck, can you blame me?
I knew what my men were doing when I told them to pick out clothes for Valentina. Those bastards.
The number of cold showers I had to take while thinking about Valentina was insane. Poor girl, she has no idea what's about to happen. As long she's got Italian blood, I don't need any other reason to despise that woman.
Yeah, Riccardo was Italian, but I still hated him and really only use him for information about Giavanni.
"Adrian, I can't believe she just called me a whore," Isabel said batting ridiculously long eyelashes.
Oh for fuck's sake.
"Alright, we're done. Let's go, Isabel," Riccardo dragged her by the arm. They both left the dining room and I was still standing here with Valentina.
I groan at the sight of her, dear god.
I walked out of the room without saying anything after deciding that staying with Valentina was torture enough. I quickly went up the stairs to the third floor where my room was.
Taking the bottle of rum and pouring some in the glass from my nightstand, I sipped it down. I realized drinking was the only thing keeping me sane these days.
The fuck is wrong with me?
While sipping on my drink again, I put it back on the table when my phone rang.
I grabbed my phone and answered, "Boss, the Italians are camping near the bay where the shipments arrived. They stole all of our armed equipment,"
My blood boiled.
"And what were you fuckers doing when all that happened?" I ask in anger.
Can't give these idiots anything to do.
"We weren't expecting them to camp here, we were ready to load everything when we found out the containers were empty, I'm sorry I'll try an-"
"Take care of it or you're all dead," I seethed through the phone before hanging up.
With my hands raised to rub my face, I struggle to control my anger.
The Italian scums have stolen our fucking shit and they're going to pay the price. I'll make sure each and every one of them will suffer.
I'm not sure whether they were Giavanni's or Antonio's men but I'm sure as hell going to find out soon.
I stepped out of bed and walk towards the door. I needed some fresh air.
As I walked down the stairs and head to the kitchen, I heard some noises. It was pretty late at night so the maids were definitely asleep.
My eyes widen when I see Valentina bent down, picking up pieces of broken glass. Her hand was covered in blood as she attempted to pick up the broken pieces.
