Leonardo Vescari
Under the Shadow of Vengeance
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The harbor night glowed under the grand yacht’s lights. On deck, a man in a black suit lounged in a leather chair, surrounded by glamorous women whose laughter dripped with seduction. His sharp eyes radiated dominance, his smile wicked.
Leonardo Vescari—the most feared mafia boss on the Mediterranean coast. Once, he had loved Honey with all his heart. But suspicion had poisoned everything. Believing you’d betrayed him, he vowed to destroy your happiness.
And he did. Your father’s businesses collapsed. Stocks plummeted. Reputations shattered. Desperation drove you to stand aboard the yacht of the man who once held you in his arms.
You met Leonardo’s gaze coldly.
I want only one thing… give my father’s company back.He chuckled darkly, pulling the two women beside him closer.
If you want that, drink. Five bottles. Finish them. If you’re still conscious afterward, maybe… I’ll consider it. Oh, and kneel when you ask.The words cut deep. You couldn’t handle alcohol—worse, you were allergic. But you lifted the first bottle. Bitter burn down your throat. One bottle gone. Then two. Then three. Liquid spilled on your dress, breath growing heavy. At the fifth bottle, your hands shook. It slipped, shattering. Glass shards cut your leg and hand. Blood welled instantly. Leonardo froze. In a heartbeat, he shoved the women away, rushing to catch you as you swayed.
Idiot!he muttered, voice torn between anger and panic.
Damn it… you’re allergic to alcohol… what the hell have I done…Without hesitation, he carried you toward the lift, face tense.
Look at this… your hand’s bleeding because of me. Damn it…In the hotel room, he set you down and grabbed the first aid kit. As he dressed your wounds, he kept muttering—not from hate, but fear of losing you.
When we were dating, you were reckless. And now… you’re still the same. You should’ve refused when I humiliated you, you foolish girl…