Adriana's POV

When I was done eating, I decided to go and keep the tray of food in the kitchen downstairs. As I headed downstairs, I reached the bottom of the stairs and stopped in shock.

The sight in front of me made my hands shake and the tray of food fell from my hands and shattered into pieces on the floor.

Seated majestically in the living room was Mr Raffaele Caruso, a ruthless Italian leader. I stood there, my eyes widened as I stared at him.

“What was he doing here? How did ...