ROSALINA'S POVJeremy shrieked like a little girl when the flower vase on the table next to him shattered.As I stood there, brandishing the gun at Jeremy, my eyes darted to the door as Mr. Moretti, his father, and Nonno, rushed down the stairs. Their faces contorted with shock and confusion as they took in the surreal scene before them.I could feel their eyes on me, scanning my body, searching for any hint of what was driving me to such extreme behavior. But at that moment, all I could focus on was the adrenaline coursing through my veins and the overwhelming sense of power I felt holding the weapon."Put that gun down, Rosalina," Nonno warned, his voice taking a frightening dive.I remained unhinged. "You didn't listen to me when I said I didn't want this marriage. So I'm not gonna listen to you either." I said, matching his tone.His nostrils flared, but he tried to remain calm. "Don't test my patience.""Don't test mine either." I deadpanned. "I'll kill every man you force me to

LEONARDO'S POV (20 years old) Loud and pulsating music filled Tristan's penthouse, while the dim lighting and hazy cigarette smoke obscured my vision in the densely packed room full of flashy, animated guests sipping on drinks and chatting, all making it difficult to spot the birthday boy. However, my attention was caught by HER. The moment was too good to be true. There she was, with her captivating hazel eyes staring back at me. Instead of her long, flowing brunette locks, she now sported a chic bob cut with pink highlights that exposed her slender neck, begging for me to take a nibble. Her flashy hot-pink sequin dress illuminated the room, outshining even the disco ball. Her lean, toned legs were crossed at the knee, exposing the curve of her calf and the defined muscles beneath. The smooth, flawless olive skin appeared to glow under the soft light, accentuating the delicate shape from her thigh down to her slender ankle. Propped up on the bar stool, her high-heeled feet looked t

LEONARDO'S POVAs soon as our lips intertwined, her flavor burst into my mouth like a fiery elixir. It was as if I had stumbled upon a treasure trove of intoxicating nectar that I couldn't get enough of. Our tongues engaged in a fierce waltz, battling for dominance with each other.I turned deaf to the world around me as she consumed me like the wildfire she was. If not for all these people, I'd have ripped our clothes off and claimed her right here on this dance floor.Soft rings of fire around her pupils caught my attention as we broke away from the kiss, leaving a glistening silver string of saliva on the tip of our tongues. Nothing could compare to the beauty of her eyes at that moment. I felt like I had finally tamed this beast.In an instant, an intense jolt of agony shot through my nostrils, accompanied by the sickening sound of bones cracking and the metallic tang of blood. The impact threw me off balance, causing me to hit the ground hard.My eyes snapped up to the man and it

ROSALINA'S POVJust as the professor was about to finish his lecture, the door burst open, and in walked Leonardo Salvadori, his backpack slung over his shoulder. "Sorry, I had trouble finding the classroom." He said, looking like he had just run a marathon in a sauna."That's okay, Leonardo. Glad you could make it. You can catch up on what you missed after class." Professor said with a tight smile.Leonardo's shirt could have been mistaken for a botanical garden on steroids. The vibrant colors and dizzying array of flowers made it seem like he had just plucked it from the most colorful corner of the Amazon rainforest and a white wife beater underneath paired with skinny ripped jeans that hugged his legs like a boa constrictor. His white sneakers completed the look, giving him the appearance of a peacock strutting his stuff for attention.It was the rule of thumb in the animal kingdom. If it's colorful, you stay the fuck away from them.I pretended to be studying my notebook like it w

ROSALINA'S POVThe relentless rehearsals had left my body sore and fatigued, causing me to lean on Sebas for support when he retrieved me from the dance studio at 8 PM. The only thing I craved was a well-deserved sleep or even a nice dinner.I chucked my pink satchel onto the couch without even giving my Nonno a nod, as he sat there in his classic undershirt with a marinara splotch watching the news on the TV. Let's just say he didn't exactly exude mob boss vibes in this outfit. Despite being a full-blooded Italian, he didn't bust out the Italiano like other old-timers in the neighborhood.My Nonno only busted out his Italian when he was having a tête-à-tête with Nonna. To be frank, my Italian sounded like a malfunctioning toaster. But, I was a virtuoso at firing off Italian curses thanks to Nonno's prolific use of them. He even let loose on my uncles like a sailor on shore leave.Ignoring his scowl at my obvious disrespect, I headed straight to the kitchen where my Bella was stirring